His loss of control stems from his love for you (Dedicated to Lingxin Diamond)

Linglan had no mind for anything else and handed her resignation letter to Lin Jia.

Lin Jia took it with a hint of surprise, and only upon holding it did she realize it was truly a resignation. She scanned it quickly; unlike others, the entire sheet of paper carried a faint, lingering scent of ink, and every word was written in the woman’s elegant and refined handwriting. It was rare to see a handwritten letter these days, and even rarer to see such exquisite penmanship.

"Linglan," Lin Jia called out to her.

Linglan raised her eyes, looked at the dignified and graceful woman before her, and replied softly, "Manager Lin, I have to trouble you with this. I would like to process my resignation as soon as possible."

From Linglan’s pale complexion, Lin Jia guessed a few things. This matter likely had something to do with President Mo. Their relationship was an open secret within the Tiancheng Group, but ever since President Leng had joined the company, things had become increasingly obscure. Most people were busy speculating based on mere shadows, and now, what did Ye Linglan’s departure signify?

Seeing Lin Jia’s momentary silence, Linglan knew such a decision would invite much suspicion. She offered a faint smile, sighing inwardly. It didn’t matter; since she had reached this point, she no longer cared about the opinions of others. Yet, the space in her heart felt hollow, as if it could never be filled, and even her breathing had become shallow and fragile.

Lost in thought, she felt her body grow weak. She leaned against the edge of the mahogany desk. When she met Lin Jia’s gaze again, Lin Jia replied, "Personnel transfers and resignations at the group level ultimately require President Mo’s signature. This cannot be rushed. Leave the resignation letter with me; I will submit it to him when he returns to Tiancheng. Until then, please finish the work at hand. However, based on what I know of your work ethic, you aren't the type to slack off at a critical moment like this, are you?"

With Lin Jia having said as much, Linglan found it difficult to retort. Still... "Is President Mo not here?" she asked, puzzled.

"President Mo hasn't been back to Tiancheng for several days. Besides, he is under no obligation to report his whereabouts to his subordinates."

Linglan lowered her gaze and nodded. Since the night he threw her out of the villa, they had severed all ties. All contact had been broken. Yet, these few days of separation felt as long as several years. She froze, her dry eyes aching. Catching a glimpse of the suspicion on Lin Jia’s face, she smiled faintly and said, "I have troubled you, Manager Lin. I will take my leave now."

"Go ahead." As soon as Ye Linglan stepped out, Lin Jia picked up the phone and dialed an internal line, asking, "Where on earth is President Mo? Is there really no news?" As Linglan was closing the door, she heard Lin Jia’s question. At the mention of that man, her heart seemed to be gripped; she couldn't take another step. She leaned closer, listening in a daze.

"President Mo didn't even attend the 'New Year Work Commencement Ceremony.' No one at Tiancheng knows where he is. Tang Pei is currently overseeing operations, and even Leng Tingyu is absent."

Linglan gripped the doorknob tighter and tighter. Then she heard: "Not only that, but we also received a resignation letter today. Whose? Ye Linglan’s. Everything is happening at once... But, based on a woman’s intuition, it’s obvious that President Leng has feelings for President Mo, isn't it? Women’s instincts are often shared. Furthermore, with the Leng family’s wealth and status, Leng Tingyu is a man’s most sensible choice. Reality is reality; there are no Cinderellas in this world. The old saying about 'marrying into a family of equal status' exists for a reason. Look, the resignation letter has already been submitted... what else could it mean? A man like President Mo is rarely controlled by any woman. Ye Linglan is not good enough for him..."

Linglan sighed; she had no heart to care about those idle rumors. But did truly no one know where he had gone? She kept her eyes half-lowered. Whenever she was idle, her mind was filled with the man’s furious voice: *Get out! Get out of here! I never want to see you again!!*

As he wished, he never wanted to see her again!
As she wished, she would never see him again!!
Why was she so sad? So sad that she only wanted to know where he was, forgetting the cold mockery of others!

She dragged her heavy body and locked herself in the pantry. He would never know why she only drank hot water instead of coffee. Linglan bowed her head and swallowed it whole. The warm water was bland and flavorless, yet she felt a surging bitterness spreading through her heart.

She drank cup after cup, until the pantry door suddenly opened. She glanced up in surprise, accidentally bumping into a man. It wasn't him, but Tang Pei. Water droplets spilled from her lips, sliding down the corner of her mouth. Linglan lowered her eyes in dejection and wiped them away. Unexpectedly, the man closed the door behind him and locked it.

Hearing the crisp click of the lock, she looked at Tang Pei with slight confusion: "Director Tang!" As the words left her mouth, she realized her manners and added a timely greeting: "Happy New Year!" The words sounded light, but they could not hide her disappointment.

Tang Pei looked at her without speaking, as if he hadn't seen her in a long time—it had been a full dozen days since the karaoke party. Seeing him silent, Linglan looked away and asked softly, "Would you like to drink something?"

"—"

"Shall I make you a cup of coffee?" Though it was a question, Linglan subconsciously pulled open the third cabinet on the right in the pantry. Seeing the neatly stacked white towels inside, she froze again and again.

*—Didn't you bring an umbrella while running errands? Your hair and clothes are all wet. Use a towel to dry your hair; the moisture will make you catch a cold. I'm busy right now and can't go out, otherwise, I would have made you wait for me to wipe it for you.*

Linglan’s fingers trembled as she reached for the white towel, but she stopped in mid-air. In a daze, she reached past it, grabbed a pretty paper cup, and hastily shut the cabinet door. She was afraid that too many memories would come flooding back. She turned away, lost in thought as she opened the water bottle, but Tang Pei stopped her just in time. "No need, Linglan!" he said. Only then did she realize his broad palm was covering her fingers. She started and hastily pulled her hand away.

With her back turned to him, Linglan sighed deeply. "Brother Tang, you know where he went, don't you?"

Tang Pei looked at her trembling figure. The black suit accentuated her thin frame; from this angle, she looked pitiful. In response to her question, his answer was, "I don't know!"

Linglan froze.

Tang Pei only knew that on that night, Mo Zhicheng’s phone wouldn't connect. He had urgent business to discuss with him, so he rushed to Mo Zhicheng’s villa, only to be stunned by what he saw.

The room was in shambles, the floor covered in broken shards—it was a shocking sight. As he stepped closer, the deafening sound of shattering echoed through the living room. He watched with his own eyes as Mo Zhicheng smashed a Ming and Qing dynasty antique near the tea table. Tang Pei was horrified; a piece of delicate, unique porcelain worth millions was smashed to pieces in an instant!!

He looked up, and even more terrifying was that Mo Zhicheng’s palm was a bloody mess. The bright red blood dripped, one drop after another, leaving a horrifying pool of crimson on the floor. He quickly stopped Mo Zhicheng and took bandages from the first-aid kit. Tang Pei was shocked; the wound on Mo Zhicheng’s hand went almost across his entire wrist. When he stabilized him and made him sit on the leather sofa, Tang Pei’s ears were filled with the man’s ragged breathing and the sounds of straining muscles and bones.

Tang Pei had roared then: "President Mo, calm down! Just calm down!"

He had frantically dressed the wounds, and the man had finally quieted down. Looking at him then, Tang Pei saw that the man, usually so perfect and flawless, was now in a state of utter, frantic ruin, his shirt cuffs stained a mess of blood.

As Tang Pei recounted all of this to Linglan, his voice was flat and devoid of waves, but as the woman listened, she couldn't help but turn around and stare at him blankly, her eyes filled with shock and pain. It seemed unbelievable, but then he saw a thin mist covering her pupils, and he knew how much she was hurting inside.

She stood there in a daze, looking pale and powerless.

"I don't know if you two had a conflict that night, but I can guess that President Mo’s loss of control must have been related to you. I’ve been by his side for so many years and have never seen him so out of control, so crazy. You know as well as I do that a man as rational as him doesn't get angry easily. And for him to be like this because of you, there is only one reason."

"—"

"Have you ever thought that he loves you?"

"Brother Tang," Linglan trembled.