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Chapter 42: Breakup Agreement Thrown Into the Shredder
CEO’s Office
Tan Qishen leaned back in his chair, hands clasped casually on his lap. Every movement of his exuded a sense of satisfaction.
His eyes were closed, lost in thought.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and made a call to Uncle Nan.
“Uncle Nan, go to my house and bring the agreement on top inside the safe.”
That breakup agreement—Tan Qishen couldn’t wait to destroy it.
Not long after, there was a knock on the office door.
Uncle Nan walked in, holding a neatly packaged agreement, and handed it to Tan Qishen.
He opened the folder and pulled out a few pages.
The heading on the first page clearly read “Breakup Agreement” in bold black characters.
Uncle Nan caught a glance at the words and was visibly shocked. “Young Master…”
At the same time, Tan Qishen instructed, “Uncle Nan, bring me the shredder.”
“Huh? The shredder?”
Uncle Nan was puzzled. He glanced at the document in Tan’s hand, and after a couple seconds, realization dawned, and he let out a sigh of relief.
Tan Qishen had guessed his reaction. “What? You thought I was breaking up with Yan Man?”
Uncle Nan gave a sheepish smile. That was exactly what he thought.
Ever since the young master had started dating Miss Yan, his emotions had been a bit unpredictable. It wouldn’t be surprising if they suddenly broke up.
Tan Qishen lowered his gaze, lips curling into a faint smile.
Break up? How could he bear to?
He threw the agreement into the shredder. The papers were swallowed by the gears and shredded into thin strips, impossible to piece back together.
Watching the pile of shredded paper, Tan Qishen felt relieved.
Even though Yan Man had a copy, she’d never use it. That agreement in her hands was as good as trash.
Just then, Wen Bo knocked twice and entered after being allowed in.
“President Tan, all the department heads have arrived. The meeting starts in ten minutes.”
Tan Qishen nodded and stood up to leave. Uncle Nan followed him, but as he walked behind, he couldn’t help but notice a few scratch marks on the side of Tan’s neck.
His shirt collar wasn’t high enough to cover them.
He’d noticed them earlier in the morning at the Park Hyatt but hadn’t said anything. From the front it wasn’t too bad—but from the back? It was obvious the young master had not been up to anything innocent the night before.
Uncle Nan hesitated but eventually couldn’t hold back and whispered, “Young Master… should we cover that?”
Tan Qishen stopped and turned to see Uncle Nan gesturing at his neck.
Images from last night flashed through his mind.
Yan Man’s nails weren’t long, but she had been fierce. The places she’d clawed still tingled.
“No need,” he said coolly and walked off toward the meeting room.
—
Two hours later.
The company group chat was in chaos. A few pictures had exploded into everyone’s feed.
[Anonymous]: Photo 1
[Anonymous]: Photo 2
[Anonymous]: “Risked my life for these. Someone please understand the pain behind these pics 😭”
In the photos was Tan Qishen, seated at the head of the meeting room table.
Judging by the angle, the pics had been taken in stealth and were a little blurry—but that didn’t matter.
Because clear as day on the side of his neck was a kiss mark.
[Anonymous1]: “AAAAAHHHH is this what I think it is??”
[Anonymous2]: “President Tan is actually in love 😭 My dreams are crushed 💔”
[Anonymous3]: “Thought he adopted a cat or something. Those scratches are sharp. Turns out I’m the clown.”
[Anonymous4]: “I can’t even look President Tan in the eye anymore.”
[Anonymous5]: “Saw him this morning and said it—no one believed me. Now there’s photographic proof!”
Tan Qishen didn’t realize the kiss mark he wore to the meeting would keep the company gossiping for days.
—
A week later.
The mark had faded. He was at the opera with Wan Heng.
The grand opera house was nearly empty—just him and Wan Heng in the audience.
On stage, men and women in flowing sleeves and pleated skirts sang delicate, melodic lines.
Wan Heng was fully immersed, sometimes even singing along with the performers.
Tan Qishen, on the other hand, was utterly uninterested.
He’d been here for two hours and was already restless, but he stayed out of respect.
He idly played with the serpent head on his pinky ring, his whole demeanor relaxed, indifferent to the show.
Tomorrow was Sunday. Time was dragging like never before.
After another half hour, the performance finally ended.
Tan Qishen stood up. “Can I leave now?”
He had no idea why he’d even been summoned to the old house today. Wan Heng hadn’t said a word to him, just insisted he watch the opera.
Wan Heng gave him a scolding glance. “Just like your father—can’t sit still.”
Right at that moment, Tan Zhanqing walked in and heard the comment.
He wrapped an arm around Wan Heng’s waist and pleaded his case.
“Darling, that’s not fair. When have I ever not stayed through a show with you?”
“Yes, you stayed through them—asleep.”
Wan Heng called him out without mercy.
She tightened the shawl around her and sighed. “Men are so dull. I won’t count on you two anymore. I just hope my future daughter-in-law likes traditional opera.”
She asked, seemingly casually, “What do you think, Qishen?”
Tan Qishen immediately knew this visit had a hidden purpose.
He caught the hint, but didn’t want to play along. “I don’t know.”
Wan Heng was frustrated. “Seriously, when are you bringing your girlfriend home? It’s been over a month. What are you waiting for?”
Tan Qishen responded calmly, “Wait a bit longer.”
Wan Heng was done waiting. “Until when?”
This time, he gave her a solid answer. “On your birthday—I’ll bring her.”
Wan Heng lit up with joy. “Really? You better not be lying to me.”
She almost wanted to move her birthday up.
Tan Qishen picked up his teacup and said unhurriedly, “When have I ever lied to you?”
“Just don’t scare her, okay?”
Wan Heng scoffed, “Do I look like some kind of monster? Don’t worry—if she’s a good girl, I’ll definitely approve.”
Tan Qishen sipped his tea calmly.
Of course Yan Man was good. In every way.
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