I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2, Chapter 145: Boring trivialities

I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2 《你是男的我也爱》Ni Shi Nan De Wo Ye Ai
I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2, Chapter 145: Boring trivialities

Mai Ding couldn't remember how he spent the whole day, he pretended to be a stranger but now he seemed to be a real stranger, he couldn't tell if he was avoiding An-Ziyan or An-Ziyan was avoiding him, they kept passing each other. Every time they had a fight, he could feel An-Ziyan's fear and coldness but this time, he felt nothing.

He's all right, he's fine, he's unharmed by his own departure, a fact Mai Ding doesn't want to admit, even when it's right in front of him. He's overestimating himself, waiting for him to give in? And when he can't take it anymore, he'll come back to him, he'll always want to be the winner and, well, Mai Ding's had enough of being the loser.

Two wounds in different places, how they can resonate.

Feng Feimeng walked into the office with a gift box, Fan Shaojun looked at it curiously: “What is it, a gift from your boyfriend?”

“I was hoping it was a boyfriend.”

“What's that?”

“Just now from the HR department, it seems that the last company we worked with, Company Z, made special customized gifts for each department manager.”

“Open it up and see what it is and Yan won't mind.”

“I can't help it. Whenever I hear about a custom-made item, my eyes glaze over.” When she opened the gift box, she found a sterling silver letter opener, beautifully made and somewhat vintage, which she grabbed and waved with disgust. “What's the point of sending this, you might as well just send money."”

“You don't get it, it's called taste and it'll look much better on your desk.” Fan Shaojun acted like he knew everything about fashion but Feng Feimeng couldn't agree: “Class up? It's more like killing someone with a knife that sharp.”

“You're pathetic as a woman, you have to have an aesthetic, you know, an aesthetic?”

“As a man, you're pathetic.” She put the letter opener on An-Ziyan's desk in his absence.

He printed out the document and gave it to Gao Shuang, who returned it to him within two minutes.

“What's wrong?”

“I was going to ask you what's wrong but look at it yourself, it's full of mistakes.” Mai Ding hurriedly let go of the file, just as Gao Shuang said and apologized: “Sorry, I didn't notice.”

“No need to apologize to me.”

Mai Ding looked at the file, squeezing it in his hands, desperately trying to soothe his brain with his work but even his work got in the way, self-righteous, too useless, too useless not to be influenced by An-Ziyan.

When Guo Ping saw An-Ziyan, he said, “Yan, all the documents to be signed today are on your desk, I'll leave now and I'm going to go back to my desk," he nodded to Mai Ding "Make sure the paperwork is organized and he'll need it first thing in the morning."

“But...”

“What's wrong?”

“It's okay.” He and An-Ziyan were in the same department, so he couldn't avoid him forever. The sound of the keyboards fading away was the only sound left in the empty and silent PR Department, He wanted to yell at him but he just walked up to his desk and put the papers on his desk, “Here is another document, please sign it too.”

An-Ziyan didn't raise his head, the rustling sound of pen touching paper drifting between them, overpowered by An-Ziyan's voice: “What do you mean by talking to me in that tone?” 

His words didn't sound angry but questioning.

“Are you not satisfied? Or do you want me to be a little more humble?”

“Are you here to argue with me?” An-Ziyan didn't answer Mai Ding's question but asked him with a curt question, his attitude like an exit pulling Mai Ding's emotions, he couldn't hold back: “You think too highly of me, I'm not qualified to fight with you, I...”

An-Ziyan raised his hand, interrupting him: “No more talk, it's signed, take it.”

Mai Ding couldn't help himself after all, unlike An-Ziyan, he couldn't hide too deep and a little digging would reveal everything: “I'll always do what you say, always do what you say,” he pressed his hand on the pile of papers on the table: “Would you, for once, put yourself in my shoes!!” 

Mai Ding pushed all the papers on the table so hard that some of them collided with his body and some of them fell to the floor. An-Ziyan acted as if nothing had happened: “Get out.” 

Mai Ding clenched his lower lip, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Didn't you hear? Get out of here right now!” An-Ziyan's breathing became rapid and Mai Ding turned to the door, controlling his trembling voice: “If you can, please come home later, I need to get some clothes, I don't want to see you.” And then he ran off in a heap and he ran to the elevator and kept pushing the button, not wanting to look back. The feeling came back, the stabbing pain in his chest, when he walked into the elevator, his hands clutched his chest, it was so painful, he wished, he wished An-Ziyan had felt the same, then he laughed bitterly, it was impossible.

In an empty office, papers were thrown to the floor, the edges stained with blood, and the opened letter that had been forgotten and hidden among the documents. The knife, which was greedily lying on An-Ziyan's chest, sucking in donated blood, An-Ziyan lifted his right hand to grasp the hilt and pulled it out at once, the wound not counting for precaution. The wound was not deep but not shallow either and the red blood stained the shirt like a flower in bloom. Leaning his head against the back of the chair, his left hand on the armrest, the beautiful silver knife in his right hand glowing strangely with donated blood. That guy could have seen it and said you are luck, if he had, he would have felt guilty for a long time, over such a silly little thing.


~ I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2 (Sequel) ~

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