The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

Si Yimian came out of the office and at the corner at the end of the corridor, Si Ningyou was leaning against the wall scrolling through her phone.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"Finished talking?"

"Dad has a quick temper, but I hope he didn't make things difficult for you?"

She stepped forward and reached out to take Si Yimian's arm, but Si Yimian subtly avoided her.

"You waited so long just to ask this?"

Si Ningyou's smile faded for a moment, then she quickly regained it.

"I was just worried about you."

She sighed, her voice full of heartache.

"If the project is gone, it's gone. Go home and rest for a couple of days, and your sister will help you clean up the mess."

Si Yimian looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"Who said the project is gone?"

Si Ningyou was slightly taken aback.

"The review committee is not..."

"I know I didn't pass."

Si Yimian nodded, her tone light and cheerful.

"So I applied for clinical re-verification data, and Dad approved it."

Si Ningyou's smile froze.

Go to clinical practice?

and many more.

Shouldn't he be kicked out of the project team?

She had already prepared all the handover materials for taking over Yu'an again.

Has Dad lost his mind?

Why let her continue with such a huge bombshell?

She frowned, her voice filled with worry.

"Mianmian, the clinical resources on Yu'an's side need to be re-coordinated. President He is notoriously difficult to talk to."

"His situation is completely disrupted; do you think he'll give you a friendly look?"

Si Yimian took a step forward and moved closer to her.

"Sister, do you really want me to cry and say I can't do it, so you can take over?"

Si Ningyou's expression changed, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

They actually saw through it.

It's written all over her face?

Si Yimian stepped back, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"Then you'll be disappointed."

"I'm the kind of person who's easily provoked."

"The more you provoke me, the more I'll do it; I understand how to reverse-stimulate women."

"Also, Mr. He is indeed difficult to talk to, but I'm good at coaxing people."

"You should stop worrying about doing things in secret, or you'll end up bald."

After saying that, she winked at Si Ningyou, turned around and left.

Si Ningyou stood there, her back teeth aching from clenching them.

Is he good at coaxing people?

How could she possibly coax someone as stubborn as He Sichen?

Seduction?

What a country bumpkin, thinking he's something special?

He Sichen wouldn't even take the underwear Qin Enyu offered him that day, so what could she do to coax him?

It would be a miracle if He Sichen even glanced at her.

Si Ningyou took a deep breath, suppressing the soreness in her chest.

It's okay. In clinical settings, you'd be crying for your mom after just three days.

She won't even need to lift a finger; He Sichen will be the first to kick her out.

……

Upon returning to Yu'an, Si Yimian's first task was to deal with Mandy.

There was no cursing, no lingering resentment, and no verbal abuse.

Most people in this world live in the cracks, struggling to make a living.

Who would want to get their hands dirty if they could maintain a respectable appearance?

The conditions Si Ningyou offered were nothing more than money, or a better place to go.

Even if you trace Mandy's line to the end, you'll never get to her.

If she really keeps pressing the issue, she'll only ruin the career of an ordinary person.

Instead of focusing on punishing a scapegoat, it's better to save your energy and attack the main culprit.

After dealing with Mandy, she plunged into the pile of data.

I spent the whole afternoon flipping through the original records from the clinical side, the lab logs, and the sample numbers.

When she looked up from the screen, her neck was stiff, and the setting sun outside the window had turned the office orange-red.

She glanced at the time: 5:03.

He Sichen has been busy at the hospital all day; he should be back by now.

She arrived at He Sichen's office with her laptop in her arms and took out the wasabi she had prepared beforehand from her bag.

I unscrewed the cap, squeezed out a pea-sized amount, and held it at the back of my tongue.

My nasal cavity felt like it was on fire, and even the top of my head was steaming.

Then I applied it to my eyelids again.

Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up instantly.

Physiological tears: the most authentic, zero cost, high return.

She stuffed the mustard back into her bag, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to knock on the door.

"Enter."

He Sichen's voice came through the door, hoarse, low, and weary.

Si Yimian pushed open the door and went in.

He Sichen sat behind his desk, his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair, and the cuffs of his shirt rolled up.

He had heard about the review committee.

He had already made up his mind when he received the notification at the hospital today.

This data breach just happened to be the trigger.

Throw her back to Chenxi, or transfer her to a peripheral department.

In short, we cannot stay in Yu'an.

Last time, in that corner of the banquet hall, he lost control like that, took a cold shower for half an hour after coming back, and thought about it all night.

If he stayed any longer, he wouldn't know where the next time things would spiral out of control.

He Sichen looked up at her, his prepared harsh words already on the tip of his tongue.

"Si Yimian, I think you..."

She suddenly looked up halfway through her sentence.

He Sichen was stunned.

Her eyes were incredibly red and wet, and the tip of her nose was pink.

Upon seeing him, her lips trembled but she didn't speak; instead, two tears fell first.

She looked incredibly pitiful.

He Sichen felt as if someone had stabbed his heart with a needle, and his stubbornness crumbled.

The second half of his harsh words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get them out.

She's crying like this; Si Congshan must have given her a severe scolding.

Indeed, with such a major error in the project data, given Si Congshan's temperament, he won't hold back.

She was just a young girl who was suddenly brought in, her data was manipulated, she missed the review meeting, and then she was questioned by her own father.

Anyone would feel wronged in that situation.

Forget it.

He'd already finished training her; if he added insult to injury, she'd feel even worse.

He Sichen took a deep breath, but the words he was about to say took a different turn, and his tone softened considerably.

"I think you should come and sit down first."

Si Yimian moved over and sat down, placing her notebook on her lap and resting her hands on it.

She lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes but not falling.

"Is Dr. He going to scold me?"

Her voice was nasal and soft.

"Go ahead and curse, I'm ready."

He Sichen looked at her and laughed in exasperation.

His aggrieved tone made it sound as if he had been cursing for ten minutes.

So, should I curse or not?

The last time I scolded her in the office, she didn't speak to me for a whole week after she left.

If someone reads your WeChat message but doesn't reply, find someone else to remove the stitches.

If he says anything mean to her again today, she'll definitely block him.

He was afraid that if he tried again, he would be the first to give up and make himself look cheap.

Si Yimian thought about it carefully.

"Why don't you stop yelling?"

"President He, I'm here today to apologize."

He Sichen's brow twitched.

She admitted her mistake first?

How is he supposed to respond to that?

His prepared speech became a complete waste of time.

"The matter with the review committee was my fault."

"I missed something in the data verification, and I've also caused you trouble with clinical resources."

She sniffed and her shoulders hunched slightly.

"I have already applied for a clinical re-evaluation of the data."

"But the clinical resources at Yu'an need to be re-approved by you."

As she spoke, she looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The wasabi is really strong; my nasal cavity is still burning.

She raised her hand to wipe her face, but the mustard residue on her hand caused her to tear up again.

"That's why I've come to you for help."

He Sichen's mind went blank for a moment, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Why is she crying even harder?

It’s over.

Who can stand this.

Even if she wanted him dead, he would hand her the knife himself.

"Don't cry."

He took out a tissue and handed it to him.

Si Yimian sobbed, "I...I couldn't help it..."

She really couldn't resist; the wasabi was too spicy.

He Sichen raised his hand and loosened his tie.

Forget it.

It's just clinical resources.

Just rearrange them.

"I'll help you coordinate the clinical resources."