ld you possibly be doing out this late"Jian Zhen Dong is in his late forties, but he is well-maintained and full of energy. His temples are slightly gray, but it doesn't detract from his masculine cha...Although it was directed at Jian Tong, the tone was declarative.

In S City's circles, who doesn't know about the major upheaval the Jian family has been through lately

Even Jian Mo Bai was stricken with an incurable illness.

This also includes the "Simplified Characters for Easy Mastery."

Jian Tong remained silent, her eyes downcast as she listened quietly and gently.

Cain Felrochi naturally noticed her reaction, a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth... She was truly intelligent.

Silence is a refusal to engage with the topic of conversation.

"Little one," he suddenly reached out and grasped Jian Tong's hand, "Little one, no matter what he says, I believe you." Kane stated with utmost seriousness and solemnity.

Jiantong didn't immediately struggle from the other person's grip. Her gaze fell downwards, inch by inch, pausing on the hand that was holding hers. She remained silent, so still that even her breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, silently, she gently evoked a faint smile. She looked up, her clear eyes betraying no hint of emotion, neither joy nor sorrow, only those bright, clean eyes: "Thank you."

Straightforward and to the point.

Not even a single extra word.

But this made Kane, who was opposite her, his handsome face gradually becoming solemn. The hand holding her palm tightened further, as if something in his palm was about to fly away. A strange sense of panic surged within him. All he wanted to do was hold onto the thing in his palm with even more force.

Jian Tong frowned slightly... It hurt, he had used too much force.

Her palm was gripped so tightly, yet she didn't resist, didn't try to pull away.

Not even a cry of “ouch” .

It's not necessary, is it

A touch of self-deprecation crossed my mind.

Her eyes held a hint of pity, whether directed at Caine Feloche across from her or perhaps pity for herself.

Really, Cain. Feorich is tall. As an outsider, his frame is large. The towering Cain. Feorich makes her feel small and in need of protection... but that's just an illusion.

She tilted her head back, lifting a comfortable smile. "Mr. Kane, thank you for your trust," she said. Her voice was light but devoid of any extra emotion.

Cain's palm clenched unconsciously again, the strange emotions in his heart were growing more and more, so much that he couldn't even explain himself. Why was he feeling so restless and uneasy at this moment

He squeezed the woman's hand in his, tighter and tighter. But the tighter he squeezed, the emptier he felt inside.

It seems, perhaps, as if something is truly out of reach now.

No... He suddenly let go.

His face was cold and stern: "I will carefully consider the plan General Jian mentioned. I have other matters to attend to today, so I'll take my leave first." Before Jian Tong could reply, he had already lifted his foot and strode away.

That back was walking quickly and hurriedly, as if fleeing in desperation.

Jian Tong watched the figure disappear into the distance, then lowered her head to look at her hands, already red from being clenched tightly. The heat was still lingering in her palms. When she looked up again, the end of the corridor was empty.

Suddenly, the corner of her lips curled up into a slight smile: "Thank you for your trust."

But, no longer needed.

Turning, she walked towards Kane's direction, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she made her way down the corridor.

There, it's the bathroom on this floor.

She walked into the bathroom with a preoccupied air, turning down the familiar hallway to the stall at the end, lightly pushing open the door. Inside, she retrieved the mop bucket and broom from behind the wall.

There's a specialization in every trade—three years ago, she was a janitor.

She picked up the cleaning tools from the shelf, slowly filled a bucket of water, and carried it out of the bathroom with her arm draped in a piece of cloth. The other hand led a broom and mop as she shuffled down the silent hallway.

She walked very slowly and was not in a hurry.

She walked until she reached the door to her office, set down the bucket, and squatted down. With slow, deliberate movements, she cleaned up the shards of glass on the floor and the puddles of water with practiced ease.

Chapter 288: Caine's Biggest Mistake

Lu Chen looked at his friend, rushed back in a hurry.

"Are there ghosts chasing you in the back" He raised an eyebrow playfully.

Cane Ferrell strode past Luke Chen, walked to the liquor cabinet, pulled open the glass door, and without even looking, roughly picked up a bottle of whiskey. He unscrewed the cap and drank straight from the bottle, gulp after gulp. In just seconds, half a new bottle was gone.

Lu Chen strode over, snatching the bottle of wine from Cain's hand: "That's not how you drink."

Cain Felch breathed heavily, the scent of alcohol thick in the air.

Lu Chen saw that he wasn't fixated on the whiskey, so he put down his drink, stepped back, and sat down on the brown leather armchair. "Tell me," he said, "what has you so flustered"

Kane leaned on the bar, half his arm propped up, his back resting against the counter. He had his forehead in his hand, his eyelashes, light-colored and fine, fluttering for a long time before he answered.

Lu Chen was a shrewd businessman, naturally, old and cunning. He hit the nail on the head with a single sentence:

"Your secretary said you went to the Jans'." He shifted his leg, leaning back: "You got beat."

The people at the bar weren't about to speak.

Lu Chen's eyes flashed: "She rejected you"

This ordinary sentence, however, stimulated Caine Felocchi. He abruptly raised his head and shouted angrily: "No!"

Lu Chen propped his forehead up, smiling faintly at him.

"Alright..." Kane slumped against the bar, muttering sarcastically, "You win."

Lu Chen smiled faintly, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

Soon,

"But you're wrong." Caine slumped into a lounge chair at the bar, his tall frame slumping with weariness. "She didn't refuse me, and I didn't make any declaration to her."

Lu Chen's narrow eyes flashed with surprise: "Then you are so flustered"

"We were discussing a collaboration when Jian Mo Bai barged in."

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow: "Her brother The eldest son of the Jian family"

Kain nodded. "That's him."

He should be in the hospital. Jian Mo Bai, the young master of the Jian family, has leukemia. The whole business world knows it.d still insulted the dead.On Shen Xiu's beautiful face, there was a coldness. He pointed at Shen Yi's nose and said, "I have no time to deal with you now." After speaking, he immediately ordered Shen...