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However, in my absence, he furrowed his brow slightly. The issues at the company had not been fully resolved, and he had been suppressing his anxiety, afraid to reveal it.
In the late-night study, the phone screen lit up silently—an urgent message from the Vice President: “Manager Mao, the situation is complicated. The frozen accounts are just the beginning; we’ve discovered someone internally is manipulating key decisions.”
Mao Yixuan's heart tightened suddenly. Before he could fully process this information, his phone vibrated again, and an anonymous message appeared on the screen: “Leave the company, and your family will be safe. You know who I am.”
He clenched his phone tightly, his fingertips growing cold. The enemy was not only targeting his career but also using Han Xiao and their child as leverage.
Mao Yixuan’s fingers lightly tapped on the desk, but his thoughts felt heavy.
Not far away, the sound of a child crying from the bedroom interrupted his thoughts. He closed his notebook and wearily rubbed his temples. In recent months, he had been juggling responsibilities to care for me and our child, and it felt as though his spirit was being stretched thinner and thinner.
I would occasionally ask him, “Is everything alright at the company?” He would smile and respond, “Everything is going smoothly.” But I didn’t know that the unease in his heart surged like a tide, and the company’s situation was gradually slipping toward a dangerous edge.
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a long time, looking at his weary face. The dark circles under his eyes were clearly visible, and he hadn’t even had time to shave. The once invincible Mao Yixuan in the business world now seemed on the verge of being crushed by the burdens of life.
“Xuan?” I stood at the bathroom door, a faint weariness on my face but trying hard to smile. “Come rest; don’t wear yourself out.” He nodded and turned to pull me into his arms. “Alright, I’ll stay with you.”
Mao Yixuan looked down at our sleeping child in his arms; his fingertips trembled involuntarily for a moment. At that moment, he realized that this little life was his greatest vulnerability, and the enemy had clearly noticed this too.
“You’re amazing, little one,” he whispered softly, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Watching the child sleep peacefully in the crib, their faint breaths were like whispers in the wind—gentle and serene. I gently stroked their face, my heart overflowing with affection.
I leaned against his shoulder, and the weight in my heart finally lifted. With the child's condition showing signs of improvement, Xuan and I finally had a chance to discuss the future.
I could finally breathe easy. I whispered to Mao Yixuan.
Just as we were dreaming of taking the child on a seaside vacation, Mao Yixuan's phone suddenly rang.
Frowning, Mao Yixuan answered the call. On the other end, the Vice President spoke in a hushed tone, his voice laced with unprecedented tension: "Manager Mao, things are not looking good. Our accounts have been frozen, and several board members held an emergency meeting last night..." Mao Yixuan's brow twitched slightly, his voice turning cold: "Get to the point." "During the meeting... some people have already sided with the opponents. We suspect that there are high-level individuals colluding with hackers; this account issue might just be a test."
His heart sank sharply, and his palms felt slightly clammy. The voice on the other end continued: "Also, our partner's contract has just been terminated."
Mao Yixuan tightened his grip on the phone, listening as the Vice President reported one ominous piece of news after another. His mind raced through various possibilities. He quickly analyzed the situation, his tone calm but icy: "Initiate an internal investigation."
As he hung up, his fingers trembled slightly around the phone. This wasn't the first time Mao Yixuan faced a commercial crisis, but this time he sensed—this was not just a business battle; it was a meticulously planned act of revenge.
I walked into the study, still holding the child's bottle, weary yet striving to maintain my composure: "Xuan, what happened?" I asked softly, as if afraid to shatter this fragile peace.
Mao Yixuan stood by the window, gazing outside. His voice was calm but suppressed a hint of fatigue: "There's trouble at the company. Accounts have been frozen; someone is stirring up trouble internally... It seems these people never intended to back down."
Han Xiao's heart sank heavily as she instinctively tightened her grip on the bottle: "Is there any way to resolve this?" She looked at Mao Yixuan, her eyes filled with concern.
Mao Yixuan slowly turned around, his gaze complex as it fell on Han Xiao's face: "Perhaps... this time we must let go of some business." He spoke as if he had made a significant decision.
I fell silent for a few seconds before gently placing down the bottle and walking over to him. "If we need to let go, we'll face it together." I squeezed his hand tightly, my eyes unwavering.
Mao Yixuan paused for a moment, as if my calmness had given him an indescribable strength. He had thought he would face this crisis alone, but my gaze told him—this battle, they would still fight side by side.
Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on his phone until his knuckles turned white. Slowly, he set the phone down and looked at me. "We might need to prepare for the worst."
But I took his hand and smiled gently. "No matter what happens, we will get through this together."
The sound of a child's cries came from the bedroom, breaking the brief silence between us. I smiled softly and said, "You should go check on the baby."
As Mao Yixuan watched my retreating figure, a mix of warmth and heartache surged within him. The enemy could come at them fiercely, but he knew that as long as I was there, he would not fall.
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