"Yes. I admit it," Wen Tang licked the corner of her lip and stopped struggling—actually feeling much relieved by speaking out.
"If President Pei wants to punish me, just deduct my salary." Because for her, she needed the money, and deducting her pay would hit her where it hurt most.
As for family affection, starting with her would be painless and inconsequential, even irrelevant.
After a long silence, Pei Heyan squeezed out two words, "Come here."
Wen Tang lifted her eyes to look at him.
"President Pei, you aren't punishing me?"
Pei Heyan didn't speak; his fingers interlocked, and Wen Tang silently approached him.
The man leaned down to her, "Having been by my side for so long, should I praise you for your cleverness, or for your worthlessness?"
Wen Tang didn't understand and her eyes were filled with questions.
Pei Heyan began to speak, his lips and teeth lightly parting, "It seems last time's incident didn't teach you to be more cautious."
