Chapter 58: If You Wish to Resign Out of Guilt, That Is Also an Option

... Inside the conference hall on the seventh floor.

The atmosphere was tense.

Seated at the head of the table, the man wore a stern expression, listening intently as his subordinate reported the difficulties encountered with the project.

With each passing moment, his handsome face grew increasingly grim.

Those seated below him secretly wiped the sweat from their palms.

The end of the year was approaching, workloads were heavy, and this was precisely when the boss’s temper was at its peak. Everyone handled their tasks with utmost caution, dreading that a single misstep might provoke his ire and spell their doom.

“President Shen, I... I’ve finished,” the bespectacled man who had been standing and reporting lowered his documents, drawing in a sharp breath, his expression resolute, as though prepared for execution.

It was common knowledge that Shen Han was intolerant of incompetence.

And this project’s setback was directly due to his lack of ability—he feared he would truly lose his job this time.

Hearing his voice, Shen Han, who had been silently listening from his chair, finally lifted his gaze, sweeping over him with a glance.

His sharp eyes radiated a trace of anger.

The man with glasses swallowed nervously.

Everyone else held their breath, not daring to utter a sound, waiting for Shen Han’s verdict.

Just then, the phone in Shen Han’s suit pocket vibrated.

He frowned, raised his hand to take out the phone, and glanced at the screen.

It was a message from Lin Nanxun.

His eyes flickered and, almost instinctively, he opened WeChat.

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—Bad guy, when are you coming home?

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Staring at the screen, Shen Han glanced at the time and quickly tapped out a reply.

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—About half an hour.

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No sooner had he sent his message than her reply arrived.

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—Okay.

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Just a single word, but he could picture her obedient expression as she typed it.

Thinking of this, the coldness in his eyes softened.

The next moment, he set his phone down on the table and looked once more at the pale, frightened, bespectacled man.

He habitually prepared to speak, but paused for a moment.

Strangely, the irritation and displeasure that had plagued him seemed to dissipate.

He studied the man for a while, recalling the details of his report.

Two minutes ago, he had been ready to fire him, but now his thoughts shifted.

Though somewhat lacking, the man’s abilities were passable by industry standards.

With this in mind, Shen Han pursed his lips and, for once, chose leniency.

“Next.”

His voice fell, and silence descended once again.

The man with glasses stood there, stunned, unable to believe his ears.

“President Shen, do I... need to go to the HR department later?” he asked again, unable to trust his good fortune.

Was Shen Han not going to fire him?

Just moments ago, Shen Han’s expression had convinced him he was doomed...

Shen Han slowly lifted his gaze, giving him a cool glance.

“If you wish to resign of your own accord, you may.”

At his words, the man’s surprise turned to joy.

“Thank you, President Shen! I will work hard from now on!” he bowed hurriedly, his voice trembling with excitement.

Those seated below exchanged looks of astonishment, never expecting that the man would escape disaster today.