Chapter 190
190. I must be crazy.
“What?” Xiao Liu was stunned, “Director Su, does this mean we need to…”
“?”
“Oh oh oh! Right away!!!”
Watching the tall figure walk into the office, Xiao Liu immediately found Wen Han’s number and dialed it.
…
Inside the office.
“…Phew!”
With a snap, Su Zeheng sat in his office chair, habitually lighting a cigarette.
Just as he exhaled a mouthful of smoke, Xiao Liu rushed in.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Director Su, Wen Han… she didn’t answer the phone.”
Su Zeheng raised his eyes thoughtfully.
Xiao Liu tensed up, fearing that Su Zeheng thought he had failed: “Director Su, I called her several times, and it automatically hung up, but she didn’t answer!”
“…Didn’t answer?”
His gaze flickered slightly, thinking of something.
Su Zeheng continued smoking calmly, looking at the computer desktop in front of him, lost in thought.
“Just ignore her then.”
After a moment, the cigarette went out, and he calmly began his work.
“You can go back now. If she shows up, let her contact headquarters herself; I can’t have her here.”
“Uh… Okay!”
Scratching his head, Xiao Liu quickly left.
The office fell into silence.
Su Zeheng quietly dealt with his files and emails.
But the keyboard kept hitting the wrong keys, and the messages he typed made no sense when he looked back.
With a snap, he finally stopped working and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“…What exactly do you want?!”
“Old Su?”
At the same time, the office door was pushed open again, and Fat Brother, who had just entered, froze in place.
“You…”
“It’s fine.” Su Zeheng snapped back to reality instantly.
“By the way, Wen Han still hasn’t shown up today.”
“She’s been fired.”
“Fired? Old Su, this isn’t something we can decide,” Fat Brother said helplessly, but soon his brows furrowed, “Then… did you call her?”
“I’ll contact headquarters.”
Su Zeheng answered irrelevantly, his face like ice.
“I don’t think I have the ability to teach someone like her.”
“Don’t be like that!” Fat Brother shook his head, “Let me give her a call and ask.”
As he turned to leave, Su Zeheng suddenly stood up.
“Huh?” Fat Brother looked confused, “What’s wrong?”
“Just now…” Su Zeheng tilted his head, “Xiao Liu called her.”
“He did? What did she say?”
“She won’t answer.”
“She won’t answer?” Fat Brother was surprised, “Why?”
“She wants me to go there,” Su Zeheng sat down again, “She wants me to see her sick, to see her most vulnerable moment.”
“This…”
Fat Brother was truly shocked by their actions.
He couldn’t understand it, but he was deeply affected.
“Then are we really not going to do anything?”
“Whether she lives or dies is her own business,” Su Zeheng tapped the keyboard, seemingly starting work, “If she wants to act, let her continue. Do you think someone as smart as her would really let herself end up dead?”
“I…”
Fat Brother wanted to say more.
But seeing Su Zeheng fully focused on work and ignoring Wen Han, he could only nod.
“Fine, I won’t get involved in this.”
He turned and closed the door.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap…
Soon, only the sound of typing filled the office.
Su Zeheng’s face was cold, staring silently at the screen.
Tap… tap… tap…
The tapping of the keyboard gradually softened in the silence.
…
“Ah! I almost forgot!”
He came in to find Su Zeheng, but got so caught up talking about Wen Han that he forgot the real reason.
Fat Brother, coming out of the bathroom, immediately entered the office, but there was no one inside.
“Huh?”
Fat Brother looked stunned and glanced outside.
“Where’s Old Su?”
A Bao immediately stood up: “There was a fluctuation on the signaler, Director Su went out.”
“Oh—!” Fat Brother realized.
He didn’t think much about it and returned to his seat with a snap.
…
Rap rap rap! Rap rap rap!
One hand on his waist, the other impatiently knocking on the door.
Su Zeheng lowered his head, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“Wen Han! Are you awake?! How long are you going to keep this up?”
Rap rap rap! Rap rap rap!
Despite the continuous knocking, the room remained quiet.
He nodded with a bitter smile, finally lowering his hand.
“Fine, keep it up then!”
Abruptly turning, Su Zeheng walked down the stairs.
But halfway down, he stopped abruptly.
Holding his face, Su Zeheng clenched his teeth in anger.
“I must be crazy!”
Swish!
He suddenly turned around and walked back up.
Bang!
He slapped the door: “Open up!”
“Hey! Don’t you have any manners?” The neighbor finally poked their head out angrily, “Knocking so loudly is driving me crazy!”
Su Zeheng glanced back at the person, the slapping motion stopping.
“Idiot!”
Bang!
With the opposite door closing, the corridor fell silent.
Su Zeheng took a deep breath, annoyed, and finally noticed the dark gap under the door.
No lights on?
And if the room was dark, it meant the curtains weren’t open, so sunlight couldn’t get in.
She hadn’t gotten up?
That…
Closing his eyes, Su Zeheng supported his forehead, falling into a terrifying silence.
Moments later, he finally showed a self-deprecating smile.
“Knowing she’s acting, knowing it’s all fake… Su Zeheng, you must be really sick.”
His cold eyes finally lifted.
Su Zeheng took a step forward, reaching for the doorknob as a faint white light appeared.
The light flickered a few times, and the lock clicked open.
…
“What… is that sound?”
Wen Han’s eyes were already too heavy to open.
In the dim room, she couldn’t tell if it was day or night, everything was blurry, even hallucinating.
“I seem to be… quite serious.”
He wouldn’t come.
She couldn’t wait any longer, or else she might really push herself to death!
Realizing this, Wen Han hurriedly tried to get up.
But at this moment, she found her limbs had little strength.
“No, if I don’t get up now, I really…”
Bang!
Before she finished speaking.
Her arm pushed against the bed, Wen Han lost balance halfway through and fell to the ground.
Snap!
Her head hit something hard, the pain intense and her vision completely darkened.
“I…”
Wen Han struggled to lift her hand, but suddenly saw the bedroom door open and an indistinct figure blocking the light from outside.
“Wen Han, when will you learn not to trouble others?!”
Those were the last words she heard.