The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Chapter 163 Prepared Tactics

The next day, An Yi woke up from the bed dazed, blinked his eyes, slowly sat up and looked around. There were two chairs blocking the door, a short chair blocking the closet, and nothing else was blocking the window, which of course couldn't be blocked.

I stood up and moved them away with great effort, just as I had moved them here with great effort last night.

Think of it as exercise. Look, my sleep quality improved a lot last night. How about moving furniture at night to help me sleep? Forget it, the neighbor downstairs will be the first to refuse, and her old waist can't bear it. An Yi thought about it randomly, and after cleaning up, a thin layer of sweat appeared all over his body. He took a pleasant bath and washed himself.

In fact, she also wanted to block the bathroom door, but after some inspection, she felt that the thick and tight tiles did not look like they could be pushed open, unless through the toilet... An Yi, who was brushing her teeth, retched. It was really asking for trouble to make such a disgusting assumption early in the morning.

Even when she sat down at the table, An Yi's mind was still restless. Would the boss let her go so easily? She didn't believe it.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Ding Hong observed An Yi's complexion and he looked good.

"Fortunately."

An Yi secretly looked at the tall man sitting opposite him. He was clearly not at an advantage in terms of both thesis and physical combat. The most frustrating thing was that you knew the other party would definitely attack, but you didn't even know how to defend yourself. It was too passive.

Are you just waiting? You can only wait and deal with it. An Yi, you must be firm and confident. In a society ruled by law, the boss dare not be too radical.

"Would you like me to go shopping with you this morning? There are several famous brand stores in this building."

Here it comes! The plot of buying a bag is here!

Although it was cliché, after all, being pursued by a rich second-generation man, the plot would always seem incomplete without buying him a bag. An Yi laughed at himself and shook his head to refuse.

"How about going for a walk in the garden? Or sit in the open-air cafe, the one where you can admire the swans. Even though it's open-air, it actually has awnings and air-conditioning curtains."

An Yi continued to shake his head, too lazy to find a reason.

"Then let's arrange some fitness or massage like before?"

"Let's work." An Yi finally suggested it himself.

Work? You must be joking. Ding Hong disagreed: "Too boring, are you also a workaholic?"

"Boss, today is a working day. It's the middle of the month now, and my workload is okay. How about you? You have mountains of emails every day." An Yi felt that when the two of them were working, their state was the most normal, and she was most at ease.

"Then why did I bring you to my private space? An Yi, I don't want to be your boss, and I don't want you to call me 'you you you' all the time."

Ding Hong gradually became angry: "I remember everything you said that night by the lake. You despise my past love history, right? I have dated more women than most people, and I have never been shy about it. I dated them openly. Otherwise, how would you know anything about it?"

In fact, he really regretted his indulgence in those paparazzi. Of course, it was because of his youthful and unruly nature, but also because he wanted to raise his profile in the industry. He knew that this was a path that would bring him both praise and criticism, and Mr. Ding and Uncle Han had reminded him many times.

But he didn't care. He couldn't get rid of the women who threw themselves at him, and his family kept forcing him to go on blind dates. What was he destroying? Ruining his luck with women? Ruining his luck in marriage? That couldn't be better.

Thinking of this, Ding Hong pinched his brows. Then he denied it flatly: No, it won't happen. How could it be destroyed? It's just that I didn't use the right means.

Ding Hong raised his head and continued, "Among my exposed or unexposed love affairs, there are normal relationships, one-night stands, and short-term alliances for profit. I made it clear to each of them that one night is one night and profit is profit. I treat my girlfriends seriously and never have multiple relationships at the same time. I have never teased or played with women, let alone forced anyone."

Seeing An Yi's disapproving expression, he argued: "I forced you to stay because you refused to give me a chance and refused to know the real me. But I would never do those dirty and despicable actions. I also told you very clearly that I hope we can get along with each other, because I am not sure about our relationship and cannot judge the future direction. I didn't pretend to love you and marry you, right?"

An Yi smiled and sighed, "So we are not on the same level, not only in terms of economy, but also in terms of values. What you and I consider to be coercion, filthiness, and contempt are completely different. Therefore, there is no need to convince or explain to each other, it's a waste of effort. I just hope to leave as soon as possible, and I hope that the tricks you prepare will not be on the edge of breaking the law. Calling the police is annoying, even if it will cause more harm to me as a victim than you, but I still have to exercise my rights and cannot waste the legitimate opportunity to protect citizens' rights."

"How hateful am I in your heart? How hateful can I do?" Ding Hong asked after a long silence.

"I couldn't think of it at first, I had no idea, but you tricked me in, locked the door, blocked the signal, and then the only two Korean movies I've ever seen about the evil power of chaebols were instantly remembered, and I can't get them out of my mind no matter what."

"South Korea, chaebol?" Ding Hong sneered: "Thank you for thinking highly of me. I'm sorry to disappoint you. Let alone the different systems of the two countries, my entire Ding family is only ranked among the top three in the industry, not to mention the monopoly of the whole country!"

An Yi shrugged, noncommittal: "I don't understand, and it's precisely because I don't understand that I find it more terrifying. So, would I develop feelings for you in a space where I'm imprisoned in disguise? How arrogant and arrogant are you, boss, to think that I would develop feelings for you?"

Ding Hong was stunned and speechless.

"I'm tired and want to rest. See you at lunch." An Yi left lightly. In fact, she had a more ruthless sentence that she hadn't said yet: I think you're dirty.

After having been with so many women, maybe even men, or even androgynous people, who knows if you, Ding Hong, have any dirty diseases? Ugh, I want to vomit, it's so disgusting!

At lunch, An Yi didn't dare to pick up her chopsticks. She was afraid of being drugged. Not drugs, but laxatives or even poison. After all, she wasn't sure if the old man would bear a grudge against her and take revenge on her after hearing what she said that morning. If you can't get it, then destroy it. This is also a common plot in chaebol movies.

Ding Hong soon discovered that something was wrong with An Yi. He thought about it for a moment and figured out the reason. He was so angry that he threw his chopsticks. Seeing An Yi remained silent and looked even more suspicious, Ding Hong was completely speechless. He stood up and took a new pair of chopsticks. He picked up some of An Yi's food and ate it. The two of them were silent for a moment. An Yi felt relieved and started to eat. An Yi did not touch the bowl of ginseng chicken soup that Ding Hong forgot to try.

Thinking back to the first day when he trapped her here, he was also trying out the dishes one by one. So, Ding Hong failed, right?

"I'm done eating, I want to go home."

"I send you."

"No, just like before, I'll go back by myself."

"Send you downstairs."

An Yiyu choked, okay.

The two stood side by side at the elevator door.

"Let me carry it for you." She was tall and thin, and felt that the backpack would bend her thin figure.

An Yi quickly turned sideways and held the shoulder strap tightly: "No, it's very light."

The only thing in it that is of some weight is the computer. Besides, if you carry it with you, what if you find fault with me and don't return it? Actually, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the only valuable computer is your Sun Technology. I put my cell phone and house keys in my pocket, so I don't have to worry.

The elevator door opened, and there was no one inside. Why didn't Butler Li come to see me off? It would be better, so I wouldn't have to talk nonsense with one more person.

The elevator started to move. An Yi looked around. What a crappy elevator. There wasn't even a number indicating which floor it was on. It must be to protect privacy! Rich people are afraid of being kidnapped, so they buy the whole building!

She deliberately avoided looking at the boss standing behind her, even though his image was reflected everywhere on the surrounding glass.

Suddenly, there was a slight vibration and the elevator stopped. Unlike the smooth ride in the previous times, this time the elevator stopped a little harder. The buttons on the control panel flashed alternately, and the elevator door did not open as usual.

Could it be... that the elevator broke down? !

An Yi shuddered all over. I just complained about the "broken elevator". Could it be that my complaint has come true?

Just as she was stunned, Ding Hong stepped forward, pressed a few buttons that were still flashing wildly, and then pressed the "Emergency Rescue" button. An Yi confirmed: the elevator was out of order.

"Don't worry, it's okay, it will be fine soon." Ding Hong had his back to him and was trying to press the distress signal.

An Yi took two steps back to give Ding Hong more room to operate. He saw that the boss had picked up the emergency phone, but there seemed to be no sound. He then picked up his own mobile phone...

Yes, a cell phone! An Yi hurriedly took out hers, but there was no signal... What about the police call? Isn't it said that you can still make a call even if there is no signal? No, failed.

Looking up at the boss, he seemed to say a few words to comfort himself, while at the same time making moves with his hands to try to contact the outside world.

"You arranged this, didn't you?"

Ding Hong stopped what he was doing, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"You arranged it. How could the elevator of such a high-end apartment break down? The butler Li who usually accompanies me didn't show up either. What are you doing? Are you trying to save the damsel in distress? Are you trying to escape from a secret room? Why didn't you turn off the lights? Then why did I scream and throw myself into your arms?" An Yi sneered, his face as cold as ice: "That's enough! How childish! Let me out!"

Ding Hong didn't move.

An Yi was even more furious. I have exposed your tricks, and you are still holding on? What's the point?

She took two steps forward to pull away this extremely hateful man: "Quick! Open the door..." Her words stopped abruptly, because Ding Hong's current state was too scary!

The man who usually looked so majestic now had a pale face and pale lips. The sweat on his temples and forehead was not just beads, but rolling down. Looking closely, it was found that the collar, front and back of his clothes were soaked with sweat. His body was trembling slightly, and his hands were not pressing the keys, but struggling to hold on to the wall.

An Yi covered her mouth, stepped back again and again, and quietly looked at the man's still straight spine. She was evaluating and judging, could the sweat be faked? Trembling all over might be possible, and pretending to be pale didn't seem difficult either. Did he have a spray bottle in his pocket? Was he secretly spraying himself with water?

But based on her own decades of experience with heat exhaustion, she felt that her boss's current condition was real.

Really? Is it really true? Should she believe it?