0p0 Chapter 667 Stay Away from All Cause and Effect
Chapter 667 Stay Away from All Cause and Effect
"..."
Jiang Yu opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
His eyes were filled with struggle.
How could he do that?
He became good friends with Yun Ning as soon as he entered the workforce, even before he met Ge Jing.
Most importantly, he knows right from wrong.
Yun Ning has nothing to do with this whole thing; she is the most innocent party.
And then there's Fan Qianqian.
How could President Gu possibly be interested in her?
What exactly happened while I was away?
"You can't do it, can you?"
Ge Jing's voice softened, but became even colder, "Then get out of here."
What on earth was she expecting?
Ge Jing smiled bitterly to herself.
Yun Ning and Jiang Yu have been friends for many years.
Furthermore, there is the camaraderie forged through years of fighting side by side.
Should he stand with her and coldly watch Fan Qianqian torment Yun Ning?
impossible.
Ge Jing turned away, no longer looking at him.
Behind him was a long silence.
She could hear the man's breathing, heavy and labored.
She could imagine the look on his face right now: shock and disappointment.
But Ge Jing will not turn back.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard the man's footsteps begin to fade into the distance.
Every step felt like stepping on her heart.
Jiang Yu is gone.
really gone.
Ge Jing's body swayed.
She leaned against the wall and slowly squatted down.
Tears streamed down her face beneath the scarf, soaking her mask and making it sticky against her skin.
She bit the back of her hand to stop herself from crying out loud, but her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
In fact, Ge Jing knows right from wrong.
I know that Yun Ning's brother did those things to get revenge on Gu Sili.
The reason for retaliating against Gu Sili was because he had been hurt before.
But these things have nothing to do with me.
I was innocently implicated.
She hated it.
I hate so many things, things that are impossible to unravel.
I hate my own powerlessness.
So she chose to push everyone away.
Stay away from all cause and effect.
I just want to live a good life.
I don't know how long I cried, but my phone started vibrating in my pocket.
Ge Jing barely managed to stop crying and took out her phone.
It was my mother, Wen Peizhen, calling.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to make her voice sound normal, before answering the phone: "Mom?"
"Jingjing,"
My mother's voice came through the receiver, gentle and calm, "Come to the company."
Ge Jing wiped away her tears: "Okay, I'll be right there."
My mother is now decisive and efficient in her actions.
Sometimes, without stating the reason, it inexplicably inspires a sense of conviction.
She hung up the phone and stood up, leaning against the wall for support.
My legs are a little numb, and my eyes are swollen and painful.
Ge Jing looked in the direction Jiang Yu had left, but there was no one there.
Only the autumn wind swirls the fallen leaves, eventually fading into silence.
She pulled her scarf up to cover her face again, then turned and walked towards the bus stop.
His back was straight, and his steps were firm.
My hand holding the phone was shaking the whole time.
By the time I arrived at the company headquarters, night had already fallen.
This fifty-story glass curtain wall building shines brightly amidst the city's neon lights.
It was once a symbol of his maternal grandfather's power, but was later taken away by his father and stepmother.
The two had a complete falling out some time ago; the father was kicked out of the house and then taken in by the mother.
I don't know how things are now.
Just then, Wen Peizhen, who was not far away, waved to her: "Jingjing, over here."
Ge Jing turned her head to look.
My mother was standing there.
She wore a well-tailored navy blue suit and her hair was neatly pulled back.
The pearl earrings gleamed with a warm glow under the light.
She carried a low-key black briefcase, stood tall, and had sharp eyes.
She was nothing like the woman I remembered, who was always cautious and even desperate to the point of suicide.
"mom?"
Ge Jing quickly stepped forward, her voice tinged with surprise beneath her mask, "Why did you ask me to come here so late?"
"Of course, it's something important."
Wen Peizhen reached out and straightened Ge Jing's slightly disheveled scarf, her movements gentle. "Come upstairs with me first, I'll show you a good show."
"What's the show?"
Ge Jing was puzzled.
Wen Peizhen did not answer, but turned and walked towards the revolving door.
The sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor was crisp and resolute.
Ge Jing hesitated for a moment, then followed.
The lobby was brightly lit, and the receptionist had already closed for the day.
Only the security guard was behind the desk.
Upon seeing Wen Peizhen, the security guard immediately stood up straight and nodded respectfully: "President Wen."
Premier Wen?
Ge Jing's doubts deepened.
When did my mother become "Premier Wen"?
Wen Peizhen, however, was not surprised and nodded very politely.
The mother and daughter entered the elevator and went straight to the top floor.
As soon as the door opened, a piercing wail came rushing in.
"Ge Bangguo! You can't be so heartless! We've followed you for so many years!"
A shrill female voice echoed in the empty corridor, "How could you kick us out of the company?!"
Ge Jing immediately recognized the voice; it was her stepmother, Shen Xuewei.
She walked quickly forward and turned the corner.
Outside her father Ge Bangguo's office, Shen Xuewei and her son Ge Guangyao were kneeling on the ground.
Shen Xuewei clung tightly to Ge Bangguo's leg, her makeup ruined by tears and her hair disheveled.
Ge Guangyao's face turned deathly pale, and he kept pleading, "Dad, I know I was wrong, I'll never do it again, please don't dismiss me..."
Ge Bangguo stood before them, his face cold: "Now you know to beg me? When you and your son forced me to sign the company transfer agreement, didn't you ever think this day would come?"
"Bangguo, that's all a misunderstanding!"
Shen Xuewei still tried to argue.
"Misunderstand?"
Ge Bangguo bent down, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look up. "Shen Xuewei, how dare you say such idiotic things? Do you really think I'm old, senile, and easy to fool?"
His gaze swept over Ge Guangyao.
This son, whom he once cherished dearly, now trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind: "And you. I gave you the position of vice president, and this is how you repay me? Secretly transferring client resources, preparing to start your own business?"
Ge Guangyao, with snot and tears streaming down his face, said, "Dad, I didn't..."
"Shut up!"
Ge Bangguo roared, his voice echoing through the marble corridor.
Just then, Shen Xuewei saw Wen Peizhen and Ge Jing standing not far away.
Her eyes widened, flashing with malice: "It was you! It was you two, you wretched mother and daughter, who instigated this, wasn't it?!"
She struggled to her feet, pointing at Wen Peizhen and cursing, "Wen Peizhen! You barren hen! You can't bear to see us, mother and son, doing well! And you—"
She turned to Ge Jing, her gaze landing on her heavily covered face, and let out a grating laugh, "You ugly freak! It's good that your face is ruined! You deserve it! This is retribution!"
Ge Jing froze, her fingers instinctively gripping the scarf tightly.
But before she could speak, Ge Bangguo had already made his move.
"Snapped!"
A resounding slap landed on Shen Xuewei's face.
The force was so great that she fell to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
"Try saying another word to them?"
Ge Bangguo's voice was terrifyingly low. He bent down and stared at the woman lying on the ground, "When you and your son kicked me out of the house, they were the ones who took me in! Who do you think you are, daring to point at them and curse them?!"