Chapter 16

For a week after the incident, I didn’t go to work.

I heard that Ji Ming was furious and directly sent Xu Jing to a remote branch, leading to a major reshuffle in the Secretary Department.

Poor Xu Jing became the scapegoat in this storm.

The Chinese-American client was so angry that he returned to the United States, not only refusing to cooperate with us but also cutting ties with our competitors.

I also heard that Ji Chaoyou and Ji Ming had a big argument. Ji Chaoyou was so angry that he flew back to Beijing from Hainan and punished Ji Ming with family discipline.

Ji Ming didn’t care at all. After enduring the family discipline, he rushed back to the apartment in the middle of the night to accompany me, worried that I might have PTSD.

After I treated his wounds, he hurried back to the company to handle the aftermath of the broken cooperation caused by his punch.

And I, the central figure of the storm, was leisurely lying on the sofa in the city apartment, casually browsing my phone.

Unknown number: [Did Ji Chaoyou return to Hainan?]

Me: [No, he flew to the Maldives with his wife today, saying he needs to recuperate. His high blood pressure flared up from anger the other day.]

Uncle: [Got it.]

Me: [I’ll start at the Legal Department next week.]

Uncle: [Okay.]

I put down my phone and stared at the ceiling, feeling restless. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Uncle Zhou Yuming’s attitude had changed, as if he was no longer as committed to the original plan.

Had he let go of his hatred, or was there another scheme brewing in his mind?

I couldn’t be sure.

But regardless, I needed to accelerate the progress and reignite Zhou Yuming’s hope in this plan.

Three days after the incident, I used my professional background as a reason to have Ji Ming transfer me to the Legal Department.

Everyone in the company knew I was Ji Ming’s beloved sister, so on the day I reported to the Legal Department, everyone was very courteous, and the work assigned to me was simple, even what I hoped for: organizing files.

The Legal Department was filled with piles of paper, countless contracts, labor litigation materials, and various investigation reports.

I had plenty of time to stay in the archives, searching for files related to the accident years ago.

Although Mr. and Mrs. Ji likely destroyed most of the evidence, I knew they would have kept some compensation agreements in case the victims’ families tried to overturn the case.

Of course, the files were secondary; the real key was finding that old employee.

There were only a few older employees in the Legal Department, so I pretended to be interested in the company’s past cases, often browsing through those yellowed old files in the archives and occasionally consulting these senior employees.

The more I looked at older files, the more anxious someone became.

Just as my hand was about to touch that file, a voice interrupted me.

“What are you doing?”

I turned around and flashed a sweet smile. “Jiang-Jie, I’m looking at some previous judgment files of the company, trying to learn from real cases.”

Jiang-Jie stood at the entrance of the archives, dressed in a sharp OL-style suit, looking both capable and serious.

The thick lenses on her face made her eyes appear particularly small, always making it hard to read her expression, but her tightly pursed lips and the hand clutching the files revealed her mood.

“Oh, did you find anything?” Jiang-Jie forced a smile.

“I haven’t found much, but I do have some questions I’d like to ask the seniors.”

I maintained a calm tone, still smiling, as I took down the file I had just touched, casually flipping to a page and scanning it seriously for a moment.

“Ah, like this, the amount in the compensation agreement after the chemical plant accident seems off, much lower than I expected, and look at this investigation report–”

Before I could finish, a hand snatched the file from my hand, closed it, and quickly returned it to the shelf.

“Oh, those are old agreements, the standards back then were different from now.” Jiang-Jie explained calmly.

“Oh, I see, thank you, Jiang-Jie!”

“Come on, there’s an employee agreement contract that needs you to draft.”

Jiang-Jie quickly changed the subject and then took my arm, leading me out of the archives.

“Okay!”

In fact, I hadn’t found any compensation agreement.

The file I had just touched was merely a regular business cooperation contract.