You Are Just a Secretary

Yu Yan felt chills running down her spine. She held on to her sore waist as she tried to stand up from the floor. Never did she expect that Zi Jue would really be that violent.

She had been doubtful of the rumors about him. Yu Yan did not want to believe that someone who smiles that gently would be able to hurt a woman. However, her belief was torn down when Zi Jue didn't even take a glance at her after he ruthlessly threw her off.

It was all because of that bitch. If she hadn't arrived a while ago, Zi Jue wouldn't hurt her. Why does she always get in the way? She even made Zi Jue apologize to her subserviently. Yu Yan believed a great man like Zi Jue should never bow down to anyone, especially to a slut like her.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching. The air around her turned stifling and chilly. Yu Yan felt like she was choking. She clutched onto her throat trying to relieve the tension. But to no avail, it seemed to increase even more.

Yu Yan lifted her head to look at the person approaching. A pair of malevolent eyes met hers. Those eyes were so cold, so empty. Yu Yan felt as if she was staring straight at the abyss which was inching closer and closer.

She was going to be swallowed alive! She was going to die!

Scared was an understatement of what Yu Yan was feeling. Yan Qing Shan stopped right in front her. Yu Yan felt an oppressive pressure similar to an invisible mountain crushing her underneath.

Yan Qing Shan lowered herself down to meet her face to face. She gulped hard. Yu Yan couldn't turn her head away from her no matter how hard she tried. The fear she felt kept growing and growing. Everything faded out from her sight except for the beautiful form of her most hated woman.

"You are just a secretary."

Yu Yan was struck hard by those words. That cold voice tainted with contempt seemed to have risen from the underworld, whispering out in her ears repeating every word. Such simple words but they dealt her a brutal blow. Those five words have degraded her whole being. As if gazing in a mirror, Yu Yan saw how insignificant she was. Her image was nothing but simply a pitiful little secretary tailing around Zi Jue.

Yu Yan recalled how Zi Jue had treated her in all the years she worked for him up until this day. Yan Qing Shan was right. She was just a secretary. Zi Jue never treated her anything more than that. Yet, it was Yu Yan herself who fostered hope. She thought she could get Zi Jue, but she miscalculated everything. Her mind shattered as the realization dawned on her. Yu Yan slumped lifelessly on the floor.

"Tell me, what should I do with you?... Should I gouge those eyes out? They've been looking lecherously at him for all these years. Hmm. No. That's too messy. I'll just break these hands then. These sinful hands that touched what's mine. A pity though. They look quite dainty."

Yu Yan shivered in fright. She had no doubt this woman would do what she says. She felt her intestines go green with regret. Yu Yan was about to beg for leniency when she felt a sudden excruciating pain. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Yan Qing Shan burying her right hand underneath the heel of her shoe.

To someone watching, it looked like Yan Qing Shan just took a light step but Yu Yan knew that step broke her hand. Tears flowed from her eyes mixing with snot. She didn't even realize she was wailing so loudly. The only thing that registered in her mind that moment was pain.

Yu Yan wished for it to end. But it didn't. Another searing pain welled up from the other hand clutching her right. It has been broken too just like that. Then a slap followed one after the other.

She glared hatefully at the woman who caused her this pain and humiliation. For someone like Yu Yan to experience this was much too great of a burden. The last string of her sanity snapped.

Yu Yan stood up with all her might. She ignored the pain of her broken hands and tried to attack Yan Qing Shan head on.

Slap!

Yu Yan fell to the floor again. And all it took was a slap. Her eyes blankly staring at Yan Qing Shan who gazed at her stoically. Yu Yan was unreconciled. She wanted to curse her but the words weren't coming out. She wanted to protest. Why did this happen to her? She only wanted Zi Jue for herself. That wasn't wrong, was it?

"Pathetic."

That frosted word laced with indifference was the last thing Yu Yan heard before she finally lost consciousness. Her hands were swelling like pig trotters. Tears and snot stained her face, her make up smearing all over. Her thoughts cursing Yan Qing Shan to the depths of hell.