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Mo Kai Liang dropped Lan Qingqing off at the company. As she got out of the car, she turned back and reminded him, "You should head back quickly. I’ll be at the company for a while. Once I’m done, I’ll take a taxi home. Don’t worry."
Mo Kai Liang asked with concern, "Did you bring your painkillers?"
Lan Qingqing looked down into her bag. The painkillers were in there; ever since her cosmetic surgery and having a child, she had to carry them everywhere. The dosage had increased from one or two pills to three or four. She was well beyond the normal dosage, but there was no choice—without the medication, the pain was unbearable, even though the doctor had strictly advised against taking more than three pills a day.
As she entered the office building, she realized it had been a long time since she last visited; the layout of the workstations had changed. After searching for a while, she couldn’t find her own desk, and someone new was sitting in her old spot.
She inquired about it but received vague responses, which led her to seek out the manager. She headed to the HR department, thinking that perhaps the manager had decided to remove her workstation since she hadn’t been around for so long. While contemplating how to sweet-talk the manager into giving her a new desk, she pushed open the door and saw a familiar face—Ke Wenjie.
Ke Wenjie was standing by the water cooler filling up his cup. The office was empty except for him.
Lan Qingqing froze in place, still holding the door open awkwardly.
Hearing the noise at the door, Ke Wenjie instinctively turned his head and said, "The department manager isn’t here; you should come back later."
As he finished speaking, he glanced back toward the entrance again. What a coincidence to run into an old acquaintance.
Lan Qingqing steeled herself and stepped inside, feeling both suspicious and curious. "What are you doing here? Are you here for a meeting? What are you discussing with our HR manager?"
Ke Wenjie casually sat down at the HR manager's desk without any hesitation, his demeanor unapologetic.
Lan Qingqing was even more confused now.
Ke Wenjie propped his legs up on the desk in a posture that seemed to say "Who dares to mess with me?" He smiled at Lan Qingqing and asked, "Why do you look so shocked? Is it strange that I’m here? I know you work at this company; are you planning to come back after your little break?"
Looking at Lan Qingqing’s face—altered by surgery—he felt increasingly uncomfortable. "Do you even realize what you look like? If you walk down the street with that two-headed monster of yours, no one would care about why your child has two heads; they’d be more curious about how your head ended up looking like that! You’re even more disgusting than a two-headed monster! You look like a dinosaur—a civilized dinosaur—with pits and bumps all over your face. It’s truly horrifying!"
If Lan Qingqing hadn’t been so uncertain about Ke Wenjie’s connection to this company, she would have grabbed something nearby and smashed his head open.
She thought she looked stunning after her surgery—like a model straight out of Western fashion trends: wide eyelids, high nose bridge, sharply contoured profile, full lips, and a pointed chin. Each feature was flawless on its own! The only issue she had left was some lingering swelling.
It was Ke Wenjie who didn’t understand beauty; it was his poor taste that led him to be attracted to someone like Tong Le!
Lan Qingqing quickly adjusted her emotions and remembered her purpose for being there. Coincidentally, she had planned to confront Ke Wenjie anyway; now he had delivered himself right into her path. She got straight to the point.
Striding over to his desk, she commanded, "About the child—you think you can just wash your hands of it? That child is your flesh and blood. I’m giving you two options: either pay me the remaining child support and I’ll return the child to you—we’ll be even—or give me twenty million upfront, and from then on, that child will have nothing to do with you. How I handle this child will also be none of your concern."
Ke Wenjie burst into laughter. "Twenty million? Lan Qingqing, open those big eyes of yours and take a good look at yourself! After all that bone-sculpting surgery, your face should have gotten smaller—but how did it end up looking bigger? Did they remove your brain along with your bones? What gives you the audacity to ask for twenty million? So what if your two-headed monster has two heads—it doesn’t mean it’s worth twenty million!"
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