Chapter Thirty-Eight: Everyone Was Wounded

Du Zhiye had just returned from an errand when she found her workspace in utter disarray.

Her gaze swept coldly over the people in the office. In a sharp voice, she demanded, “Who did this?”

The office was silent. A few people exchanged uneasy glances, but no one spoke.

Wang Qi, who sat next to her, approached and whispered, “It was Manager Du.”

Du Xin?

Du Zhiye licked her lips, turned on her heel, and strode out.

Du Xin was the manager of the marketing department and had her own private office.

Du Zhiye took the elevator straight up to the seventh floor. Under the gaze of the entire marketing department, she kicked open Du Xin’s office door.

News of Du Xin having trashed Du Zhiye’s workstation had already spread throughout Du Corporation. In the private chat groups, the gossip was burning hot. Some employees with vivid imaginations had already concocted several scandalous versions of the story. Yet not one suggested the two sisters were fighting over a man. Everyone’s minds were still stuck on the usual drama of wealthy families vying for power and favor.

Now, seeing Du Zhiye storm in with such force, the employees pretended to be busy at their desks, but every ear was pricked to catch what would happen next.

Du Zhiye, upon kicking open the door, immediately saw Du Xin, her eyes red and swollen from crying. This surprised her a little—Du Xin rarely ever shed tears.

Du Xin wiped her tears and snapped, “Who allowed you in here? Get out!”

Du Zhiye’s eyes coolly swept around Du Xin’s office. Under Du Xin’s fierce glare, she lifted the monitor from Du Xin’s desk and smashed it to the floor. Next went the cup, the photo frame, the vase.

Du Xin quickly came to her senses and rushed to stop her. “Du Zhiye, how dare you!”

Avoiding Du Xin’s grasp, Du Zhiye shoved over the bookshelf behind the executive chair. With a loud crash, the whole office seemed to tremble.

At the same time, Du Xin’s palm landed hard on Du Zhiye’s face.

Du Zhiye instinctively covered her cheek. The moment she realized what had happened, she lunged for Du Xin’s hair.

The two sisters immediately became locked in a brawl.

Half an hour later, both sat panting on opposite sides of the office.

Neither had gained the upper hand.

Both bore visible marks on their faces and bodies.

After catching her breath, Du Zhiye straightened her hair, which had been disheveled by Du Xin, and left the office without another word.

Du Xin also got to her feet, picked up a jacket, and headed to Jiang Corporation.

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When Chen Yang placed the project contract on the meeting table, Du Qi instantly understood Jiang Yingnan’s intentions.

Though surprised, he maintained his composure.

Once both parties had signed the contract, Du Qi received a call from Yan Xiufang.

Her words were full of blame for Du Zhiye.

Du Qi, too, was angry with Du Zhiye, but the incident had already happened—what use was there in dwelling on it now?

His patience was wearing thin. As Yan Xiufang continued to disparage Du Zhiye, he finally lost his temper. “So whenever something goes wrong, it’s always someone else’s fault? Wasn’t it Du Xin who failed to win over Jiang Yingnan?”

Yan Xiufang was momentarily speechless. Seeing her daughter bullied by Du Zhiye had made her reckless, causing her to say everything on her mind. In truth, she and Du Xin were in the right; even if Du Qi favored Du Zhiye, he would have shown Du Xin some extra kindness for her grievances.

But now, after making such a scene from her supposed moral high ground, the injustice her daughter had suffered seemed to fade away.

This was the truth of the matter, but in her heart, she still felt for her daughter.

Her daughter’s boyfriend had been snatched away, and now Du Zhiye had beaten her. How could Yan Xiufang possibly swallow this humiliation?

She softened her tone, her voice low and aggrieved, “Old Du, you can’t be so biased.”