Not until the meeting room was left with only him did the surroundings sink into profound silence. Qian Dacheng brooded for a long time and then let out an even more bitter laugh.
He thought Qin Yuji would care, but who was she?
She was the distinguished wife of the president, while he was just a manager in one of her departments. They say a prime minister's belly can hold a boat; as the wife of the president, if she didn't have this much magnanimity, how could she have caught the eye of the president and become the First Lady?
With a bitter smile, Qian Dacheng stood up and left, his heart finally at ease.
The heavy footsteps he had upon arrival became exceptionally light, and having understood all this, Qian Dacheng discarded all the narrow-mindedness and prejudice he had towards Qin Yuji.
It was not many days before Qian Dacheng started to feel more and more guilty.
