After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage-Chapter 906 - : So, Are You Still Going to Send Me Away?

Chapter 906: Chapter 906: So, Are You Still Going to Send Me Away?

Gu Zhichuan personally saw an important client into the car before heading back to the company.

Feng Yangyang was the newcomer in the secretarial office. The colleagues there, reluctant to go out in the excessively hot and sunny weather, had pushed the least experienced Feng Yangyang to accompany the client.

Perhaps they hadn’t expected Gu Zhichuan to come out personally.

When Gu Zhichuan turned around, he finally saw Feng Yangyang.

At that moment, fine beads of sweat dotted Feng Yangyang’s forehead, and due to a heart condition, her lips were paler than those of most people.

Gu Zhichuan signaled for the others to leave first. As two middle management staff left, they cast several discreet glances at Feng Yangyang, secretly speculating about their relationship.

Under the scorching sun, Gu Zhichuan walked to a shaded area downstairs. Feng Yangyang, staying a meter behind him, hurriedly followed with small steps.

Gu Zhichuan, with his hands in his pockets, never relaxed his furrowed brow, “You shouldn’t have come here.”

Feng Yangyang, nervously clutching her fingertips, said, “President Gu, I was hired through the formal assessment and interview process. I can handle this job.”

“You know what I mean,” his brows tightened even more.

Feng Yangyang’s eyelashes trembled as she lowered her head, “Is it because of our past relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend? President Gu, I have never mentioned the past to anyone. Since leaving you, I didn’t bother you either. You can treat me as a stranger. I am here just for the job.”

Gu Zhichuan’s emotionless eyes stared at her, assessing the truth in her words, “You never used to work.”

“Times change. Before, I had you…” Feng Yangyang, seeming reluctant to continue, added with difficulty, “Let’s not talk about the past. Now, I need medical intervention for my heart. Without a job, I can’t afford the expenses.”

She looked up at Gu Zhichuan, her vulnerability clearly visible in her eyes, “I need a job. I don’t have much work experience, and it was not easy to find a company willing to hire me. Please don’t send me away.”

Having received a heart transplant from Ruan Ning, Gu Zhichuan had always provided her extensive care, giving her a place to live and occasionally catering to her daily needs.

She never had to struggle for her livelihood.

Gu Zhichuan believed her.

“You…” He pondered for a moment, pulled out a cigarette, held it in his hand, his indifferent gaze sweeping across her frail face, “The work pace and pressure in Gu Corporation’s secretarial office are rapid and intense. Your health is not suited for this job.”

“So…” Feng Yangyang clenched her fingers tighter, biting her lips helplessly, “So do you still want to send me away?”

“I didn’t say I was sending you away,” Gu Zhichuan lit the cigarette.

The white smoke drifted with the wind. Feng Yangyang immediately began coughing, her pale face flushing with an unhealthy red.

Gu Zhichuan looked at her with a hint of apology, snuffing out the cigarette, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Feng Yangyang said weakly.

She maintained a well-measured distance between them, neither too close nor too far, not clinging or causing any annoyance to Gu Zhichuan.

After a quiet moment, Feng Yangyang spoke politely, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to work now. Goodbye, President Gu.”

Gu Zhichuan nodded. Just as she took a couple of steps away, he suddenly called out for her to wait.

Feng Yangyang turned around.

Gu Zhichuan’s gaze was as deep as the ocean, “What’s the worst that could happen with a heart rejection reaction?”

Feng Yangyang lowered her head, her voice faint, “I could die. The day this heart that Sister Ruan Ning gave me fails, the doctors won’t be able to save my life.”

Feng Yangyang went inside. Gu Zhichuan moved to a secluded spot, lit another cigarette, and immersed himself in his thoughts.

But he did not see Feng Yangyang, who had just entered the building, her gaze turning deep and serene. All her nervousness, helplessness, and frailty were just a facade.