Lin Qian ultimately didn't pass the interview, and I heard she left in tears.
I thought humiliating her like this would be satisfying, but I still felt uneasy inside.
I don't want to become a bad woman myself.
I despise how my heart still flutters when faced with Jiang Shengjin's various flirtations these past few days.
As I was spacing out, a bouquet of unknown roses was delivered to me.
After my colleagues teased me for a few moments and dispersed, I guiltily pulled out the card I had just hidden behind me.
"Let's have dinner tonight, meet me at the parking lot."
There was even a heart drawn at the end, something the current Jiang Shengjin would do.
I checked the date and remembered today is Jiang Shengjin's birthday. On this day in my previous life, I had dinner with him too, except I was the one who initiated it.
That day, I believed Lin Qian's words, and every carefully made dish contained his allergens. After a few bites, he was sent to the hospital by 120.