Lu Yudong had no intention of acknowledging Jiang Ci and was about to enter the elevator when Jiang Ci called out to him.

"Mr. Lu."

"What?" The elevator doors closed again, and Lu Yudong missed his chance to get on.

"Please wait a moment." Jiang Ci said as she rummaged through her bag.

Her canvas bag was filled with all sorts of things: a wallet, books, tissues. The umbrella took up very little space, making it hard to find.

She couldn't seem to find it, and Jiang Ci started to feel apologetic, giving Lu Yudong an awkward smile.

"Just finished working overtime?" Lu Yudong asked, frowning slightly at her.

Lu Yudong rarely smiled; most of the time, his face was expressionless.

"Yes. Got it." Jiang Ci said, and like a magician, she pulled out the umbrella. "Mr. Lu, here's an umbrella for you, so you don't catch a cold."

Lu Yudong stared at the umbrella but didn't take it. "So, what is this?"

He thought she was just trying to use an umbrella to change his attitude a little.

After all, the attitude of the top leader determined everything for her in the company.

Jiang Ci's current situation wasn't great, working overtime until five in the morning was a prime example.

"An umbrella." Jiang Ci's eyes were clear and innocent. "You never use an umbrella when it rains. What if you catch a cold?"

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With that, Jiang Ci pushed the umbrella towards him.

Seeing that Lu Yudong still didn't take it, she suddenly realized something, "Mr. Lu, this umbrella was specially sent to me by a classmate studying abroad. It's not a random brand, it's a foreign brand, Mariotalarico, very expensive."

"Specially for me?" Lu Yudong took the umbrella.

He glanced at the eagle on the handle.

"Yes, it suits your status perfectly. Remember to use it." With that, Jiang Ci turned and left.

Lu Yudong got on the elevator, feeling somewhat relieved.

Jiang Ci returned to her dorm, just as Han Lan was getting up in the night. Han Lan asked, "You're up so early?"

Coming out of the bathroom, Han Lan muttered, "You could sleep for another two hours."

Then, she suddenly remembered something, "Wait, Jiang Ci, you haven't slept yet, have you?"

"Yeah, just got back. I'm going to lie down for a bit." Jiang Ci hung her bag by the door.

Han Lan was instantly wide awake, "Isn't this just bullying? Why doesn't the finance department work overtime, but they make you do it? They think they were too nice to you before and now want to suppress you hard to make up for it? Is this how people should behave?"

"Alright, I didn't say anything, why are you so upset?" Jiang Ci was too tired, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep.

Han Lan was so angry she couldn't sleep, so she picked up her computer and posted on the Fenghua forum, saying some people are opportunists and fair-weather friends, who kick you when you're down.

It was just an ordinary rant, without naming names or posting photos.

But everyone knew she was talking about Xing Baohua.

After all, only Jiang Ci worked overtime until dawn last night.

After posting, Han Lan went to sleep.

She was woken up by her phone, the PR department director wanted her to come to the office after work.

"Fine, I'll go. At worst, I'll quit!" Han Lan was very loyal, "The company is full of people like that anyway."

"What happened?" Jiang Ci asked Han Lan while brushing her hair.

"Nothing!"

After Han Lan went to the director's office, she got scolded, being called "attention-seeking" and "sticking up for others," and was told, "The relationships between departments are so sensitive, are you brainless or just stupid? Offend the finance department, and who will pay you? From today, you don't need to attend the New East Star training every Friday, and the article you were going to publish on the public account is canceled due to layout issues, go."

Although Han Lan was indignant, she didn't regret it.

When Jiang Ci got to work, she found out what had happened, and her colleagues were pointing fingers at her.

She sent a WeChat message to Han Lan to delete the post quickly, but Han Lan was in the director's office and didn't see it. When she did see it, she thought: I've already been punished, what difference does it make if I delete it or not? Let everyone see Xing Baohua's true colors.

Xing Baohua, with a sullen face, sarcastically said to Jiang Ci, "Jiang Ci, your friends are really loyal to you."

What could Jiang Ci say? She couldn't delete the post, and there was nothing she could do.

Jiang Ci knew that Xing Baohua had a big issue with her, and this wasn't Han Lan's fault. Since becoming permanent, Xing Baohua had been focused on getting Jiang Ci out.

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