Chapter 2 (Part 2).

When I resigned, he ignored all the unfairness I mentioned and attributed everything to my personality problems.

I paused for a moment and said, "It's alright."

Did you look for me this morning?

I have a strange premonition, looking at him uneasily from the rearview mirror.

Today is very unlucky. There is a long line of cars stuck on the highway, indicating a sudden traffic situation ahead.

I calculated the time and there are still more than 40 minutes before Cheng Yi's flight arrives. Once the expressway is closed, it's uncertain when it will reopen. We are stuck here and unable to move. Even if the company immediately sends a car to the airport from the outer ring expressway, it will still take over an hour.

Despite this, I still pretended to be ignorant and asked, "Are you unsatisfied with my work?"

Now my biggest thorn is only silence, accustomed to expressing opposition with silence, rather than impulsive and useless words.

When I was having the worst time in the sales department, I was suppressed by Meng Qi everywhere. I suffered losses without any place to appeal. Each line has its own set of rules. Mu Yan sees everything so clearly, yet lacks a sense of fairness.

I didn't expect him to ask this. I hesitated for a moment before answering, "There's no special reason, I just did it on a whim. At that time, I found it fresh and enjoyed challenging things... You asked me this question before, didn't you?"

I was choked and couldn't speak for a long time. If it were my previous temper, I would definitely be provoked and have my hair standing on end.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly averted my gaze, holding the phone but not knowing what Su Wen was saying. All I could see in front of me was his smile.

The car stopped.

After a while, he shook his head and smiled, as if saying to me and also talking to himself, "I cannot provide you with a completely fair environment, because I don't have one either."

This tone makes me angry, sounding so condescending, as if only their marketing department is superior.

He rolled down the car window, the evening breeze had already cooled down, a lazy song was playing in the CD, with a low, hoarse female voice singing a sentimental song. The song kept playing, but the car suddenly fell silent. He was waiting for me to speak, but I felt like a sour, sweet, bitter, and astringent fruit was stuck in my throat.

He enjoys watching the law of the jungle, where only the strong are qualified to follow in his footsteps. This is his survival logic.

I called Su Wen, but she was also helpless. She got angry with me on the phone, blaming me for not leaving earlier.

He was quiet and focused on driving, and drove out of the city without any trouble, heading towards the airport expressway.

No. He looked ahead and said calmly, "I want to transfer you back to the planning department."

For this reason, I worked as an assistant for half a year and then as a salesperson for another half year. In the end, I gave up with a disheveled appearance. I then worked in an administrative position for another half year. Just as I finally adapted and planned to continue doing this stable and meticulous work, he suddenly wanted to transfer me back to the planning department.

I smile and say, "Work one job, love one job."

In the past, he said that people without a holistic view and a lofty personality are not suitable to stay in his team. For someone like me, it's best to change careers early. I still remember those words clearly, and now when I think about it, I am not resentful.

He smiled and said, "I used to be less skilled at hiding my true feelings, but now I've learned how to do it well."

I was dumbfounded and didn't know how to respond.

I breathed a sigh of relief and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep.

Is your current job still going smoothly? Mu Yan suddenly asked in a flat tone.

His voice softened, and this gentleness was more effective in breaking down my defenses than his previous aggressiveness. I can control my anger, but I cannot control my sense of grievance, which has been accumulating in my heart for too long.

What kind of joke is this?

But nothing was waited for.

Once the words are spoken, they cannot be taken back. I am waiting for him to get angry and accept the consequences.

After holding back in my heart for a long time, I finally said, "Since I entered the company, I have never had a position of my own choice. I have always been transferred here and there. Just when I adapted to one place, I have to move again... This is unfair."

Mu Yan doesn't care whether I answer or not, he looks out of the car window leisurely, the setting sun casts shadows of his eyelashes, deepening the contours around his eyes, "An Lan, you are very clear about where your talents can be brought into play."

How could that be? I denied it without hesitation.

I silently listened to her scolding, and unintentionally glanced at Mu Yan. I saw him with one hand on the steering wheel and the other supporting the car window. He tilted his head and looked at me through the rearview mirror, with a slight smile at the corner of his lips.

Thinking of Cheng Yi, my heart tightened, suddenly speechless, regretting the words I said.

He frowned, "What I mean is that your talents can be better utilized."

The car slowly started moving forward. As he started the car, he calmly said, "I want someone who is capable, talented, and above all, trustworthy. You are the right person for the job. I hope you can come back, Anlan."

There is a message coming in on the phone.

Trust, these two words are like beautiful hummingbirds hovering and fluttering around my ears.

After hearing the words "talent" come out of his mouth, I need to savor it before I can confirm that it's not sarcasm.

I am stiffened in my seat.

At first, when I was determined to join the Planning Department, he told me that I was not qualified.

I'm afraid Mr. Cheng is really going to be stranded at the airport today.

After waiting for a long time, Su Wen finally hung up the phone. I sighed and encountered a heavy traffic jam on the highway. I could only send a text message to Cheng Yi in advance, so that he wouldn't miss me when he arrived.

He nodded, "Do you still like it now?"

Mu Yanzhi propped up his elbow, leaned against the car window, looked at the long line of cars ahead, and remained silent.

"Is that so," he asked lightly.

Previously, I had many problems all over my body, but now I have overcome most of them. He said it casually.

You studied design, why did you switch to planning right from the beginning?

It's Cheng Yi. He replied, "Arrived, waiting at Exit C."

Last time I sat in his passenger seat was a year ago.

I replied in a firm tone, "I don't feel wronged. It's all just work, and there's no distinction between high and low."

When going to pick up Cheng Yishi, Mu Yan drove himself and did not request a car from the administrative department.

As I sit in the car, I wonder how thick of a skin I need to withstand the embarrassment of the memories.

Um. He paused, as if thinking about how to speak.

He glanced at me and said, "Didn't you used to find running errands and doing odd jobs annoying before? Are you not annoyed anymore?"

He turned to look at me, "Have you always felt aggrieved about being transferred to the administrative department?"

Why? I turned to look at him, "You once said that my personality is not suitable."

After the period is a smiley face symbol with two dots and a curve.

I don't know what to say, and he didn't speak either. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.