CEO He : Please Don't Love Me

Shen Yiling looked at herself in the mirror as she prepared the coffee, just the way the previous junior secretary had taught her.

After she was sure that she looked fine, she took the coffee in her hands and entered the elevator.

The doors closed as she pressed the top floor button. A very excited smile played on her lips when she thought that she was going to see He Jian after so many days.

For the past few days, she has been just learning a few jobs that she had to do as a junior secretary.

The top floor was very silent. Shen Yiling knew that only He Jian and his father's office were on this floor.

She glanced down at her clothes again and then walked towards He Jian's office. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door but no response came from inside.

After waiting for one more minute, she pushed the door inside and entered.

The office was very huge. She couldn't see He Jian anywhere as she looked around. Suddenly the office's door opened again and she heard a cold voice

"Who are you?"

She turned to see who it was and almost gasped when she saw the ice blue eyes filled with coldness and indifference looking at her.

"I…I ...wanted to …"

Not a single word came out from her mouth when she saw the coldness in his eyes increasing. Tears of frustration formed in Shen Yiling's eyes.

'Why was he behaving like this? In childhood, he used to take care of her so much.'

"Brother Jian, it's me, Yiling. You don't remember me?"

Shen Yiling asked teary-eyed.

But He Jian was not paying any attention to her. She saw him taking out his phone and calling someone.

"Come to my office right now."

After saying these few words, he hung up. Not even a whole minute had passed, that assistant Chu Feng entered the office. 

"Boss, I'm here."He said to He Jian.

Seeing his boss' cold eyes Chu Feng swallowed. He doesn't know why but the boss seemed to be a little more cold and aloof today.

"How did anyone enter my office?"

He Jian asked coldly as he looked at Chu Feng condescendingly.

"Huh?"

Chu Feng was confused and looked around. He frowned when he saw Shen Yiling in the office.

"Miss Shen, what are you doing here?"

Shen Yiling smiled tightly hiding her tears and said

"Assistant Chu, I just wanted to give Coffee to Mr. He, that's why I…"

Chu Feng frowned even deeper and asked again.

"Didn't the previous secretary told you that no one is allowed on the top floor without permission?"

'Of course, they told her.' Shen Yiling said inside her heart.

  She just wanted to see Brother Jian so she could only use this chance.

"I'm really sorry, Assistant Chu, She must have told me before. I think I forgot."

Shen Yiling said with an apologetic smile.

Chu Feng nodded his head and then said

"Please be careful in the future. You could just ask me to give the coffee to the boss, it's my work."

Shen Yiling whispered a small 'Yes' and glanced at He Jian for the last time who was not even looking at her.

"Boss, she is the new junior secretary."

She heard Assistant Chu telling He Jian as she walked towards the door.

However, her steps suddenly halted when she heard He Jian's next words.

"Clean my office."

Shen Yiling's fists clenched and from the corner of her eye, she glanced at He Jian. His face held disgust as he looked around the office.

He Jian frowned disliking the strong perfume scent inside his office.

"Yes, Boss."

Chu Feng said immediately and called the cleaning staff.

He saw Shen Yiling standing at the door and felt pity thinking that she might have heard the boss' cruel words.

As she exited the office, he also walked outside and called her.

"Miss Shen, there is no need to take this incident to your heart. Boss has always been like this. He doesn't like to unfamiliar people to step inside his personal space."

Shen Yiling nodded her head but didn't raise it and entered the elevator.

Inside the elevator, the tears she was trying to hide started to roll down non-stop.

She clenched her fists as she remembered the picture of that girl walking out of the banquet at Song with He Jian's hand on her waist.

She has just stepped inside his office and he reacted so much.

But that day, Brother Jian was touching her so casually.

Her nails dug into her palm as she continued to think about it.

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After the college ended, Mo Roulan took the bus and went to Cheng's Mansion.

When she went inside the mansion, Mrs. Cheng was perhaps surprised to see her. She smiled a little at Mrs. Cheng and asked whether she could go inside Cheng Yang's room.

Mrs. Cheng nodded her head and asked the butler to show her the way in case she had forgotten.

While following the butler, Mo Roulan remembered what Professor Han had told her about Cheng Yang.

'He was a very bright student once, one of my favorite students. But now he doesn't want to study anymore. He doesn't speak to anyone, not even to his mother. I feel very sorry for whatever happened to him.'

Seeing the deep sorrow on Professor Han's face, Mo Roulan couldn't even ask what happened to Cheng Yang.

But what she knew was she really wanted to try if she could do anything to help Cheng Yang. Perhaps it was Mrs. Cheng's hopeful eyes that she had seen yesterday or perhaps it was Cheng Yang's blank eyes that bothered her, she really wanted to do something for him.

The butler opened the door and she thanked him.

Going inside the room, she saw that Cheng Yang just raised his head once to look at her and then turned around. Same as the previous day, he stuffed the earphones in his ears and ignored her.

She no longer found his behavior rude and walked around the table to stand in front of him.

"Hello"

She forwarded her hand in front of him with a smile.

He just glanced at her face blankly and then closed his eyes while leaning his head on the chair.

Mo Roulan sighed. After standing there for a few minutes and looking at Cheng Yang, she found that he didn't even change his position all along.

She walked forward and looked around the room.

The room only had a small bed, an almirah, and the table Cheng Yang was using right now.

She saw something on the top of the almirah and stretched her hand to pick it up.

It was a violin.

Mo Roulan touched its string curiously when suddenly it was snatched away from her hands and she heard a hoarse voice.

"Don't touch my things."