His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 5

Returning from the business trip—he was going to find him.

Tang Sha was looking boredly at the empty space in front of her. It was raining outside, and just as she was thinking that no one would likely come in today, she saw a familiar figure appear.

As the figure emerged, the area ahead briefly darkened for a moment, and then the person approached quickly with somewhat hurried steps.

That style of dress looks a little familiar.

Just as Tang Sha thought this, she saw the person’s face and immediately stood up straight: “CEO… CEO Qiu.”

The other party nodded slightly and quickly swept past Tang Sha, like a gust of wind.

Little Wang, the assistant who rushed up behind him, was familiar with Tang Sha. As he passed, he saw Tang Sha’s face full of confusion and pointed to his phone.

Tang Sha immediately messaged Little Wang to gossip: What’s up with the boss? Didn’t he just get back from a business trip today? Is something urgent happening?

Little Wang at your service: To be honest, I don’t know either. Since I’ve been following the boss, this is the most rushed he’s ever been.

Little Wang at your service: Okay, now I know.

Tang Sha’s eyes lit up, but she received no further message. She could only wait anxiously, sending a few waiting-with-chin-in-hand emojis in the meantime.

What exactly was happening with Little Wang, who knew the answer but couldn’t share it?

In front of him was Kong Xunwen’s now-empty workstation, so empty that anyone could tell something was wrong. The boss, who had been moving like the wind, suddenly stopped.

Little Wang, Wang Tongliang, narrowly avoided bumping into him. After finally stopping, he saw Qiu Zhijie frown and turn his head.

Because he had arrived in a hurry, Qiu Zhijie, who was usually impeccably neat, had slightly messy hair and clothes. A wisp of hair fell onto his forehead, carrying some of the dampness from outside. He parted his lips and said something.

It was rare to see the boss like this, and Wang Tongliang was momentarily stunned, but he quickly recalled what the boss had just said.

“Did Kong Xunwen change his seat?”

That’s not his department.

Wang Tongliang maintained a smile: “I’ll go ask later.”

Qiu Zhijie realized his mistake; Wang Tongliang had been on the business trip with him, so how would he know this? He paused, then nodded first.

He looked at Kong Xunwen’s former workstation one last time before slowing his pace and walking toward his office.

Wang Tongliang messaged his gossip buddy while checking the situation with HR. The message from HR came quickly.

HR: Kong Xunwen? He already submitted his resignation. Since the boss was away, I let him leave early.

Resignation?

Wang Tongliang was surprised. Not only did they know about Kong Xunwen’s situation, but even newcomers knew a little. He naturally knew all the details. He hadn’t given up during the previous three years, so why the sudden change now?

And it wasn’t just giving up the Intern Designer position; it was outright quitting.

While surprised and confused, Wang Tongliang had already reached the door of Qiu Zhijie’s office. He raised his hand and knocked lightly, but unusually, there was no immediate response from inside.

Qiu Zhijie stared at the resignation application on the studio’s internal system displayed on his computer screen. The finger resting on the mouse twitched slightly, then slid, revealing that familiar face on the application again.

It was the photo taken when Kong Xunwen first joined the company, his face looking a little green.

Yes, it was him.

Qiu Zhijie finally heard the second, heavier knock outside the door and said in a deep voice, “Come in.”

Watching the door open and Wang Tongliang enter, Qiu Zhijie lowered his eyelashes, concealing the emotions in his eyes. He moved his finger and closed the resignation application on the computer.

In his ear, Wang Tongliang relayed the information he had just received from HR.

Qiu Zhijie nodded: “I understand. You can go now.”

Wang Tongliang closed the door, pulling his gaze away from the gap. It was obvious now—was the boss rushing back because of Kong Xunwen?

He was secretly astonished. He hadn’t seen the boss show any special attention to Kong Xunwen before. If anything—did taking Kong Xunwen on every business trip count?

But wasn’t that a horror movie? Who would fall for their superior because of that? Not hating him was already good enough.

But judging by the boss’s reaction just now, it must be true.

And the boss’s expression after learning about Kong Xunwen’s resignation—it was unsettling to watch.

He solemnly posted a message in the company group chat: I advise everyone, if you don’t have urgent business, it’s best not to bother CEO Qiu today.

Afterward, he ignored the replies asking questions, put away his phone, and retreated, his merit hidden.

Sitting at his desk, Qiu Zhijie reopened the resignation application. It was still Kong Xunwen, still that photo.

Why? This was too sudden. He had planned to find time to express his feelings after returning from this business trip, but when he got back, the person was gone?

Had he done something wrong? He knew Kong Xunwen’s dream was to be a fashion designer, and he had been helping him. Was it something else? Should he not have been so strict with him?

A flash of annoyance crossed his eyes. Qiu Zhijie pursed his lips and began to carefully examine the resignation application. Soon, his gaze stopped.

Why was the reason for leaving due to illness?

Clicking on the detailed explanation, he saw the physical examination report attached from the company’s previous checkup. Qiu Zhijie frowned again, noting down the specific term for the Genetic Disease and sending it to a friend who worked in that field.

Before long, he received more information about the Genetic Disease from his friend.

He also learned that there was currently no medical intervention available.

The computer screen dimmed after a long period of inactivity. Qiu Zhijie didn’t give up. He searched his contacts for people in this field and finally found a Research Institute.

The person on the other end was honest: “Actually, this isn’t our main research project. After all… there are currently fewer than ten cases, and funding is limited. We can only say we’ll try our best. If possible, we also hope to…”

Qiu Zhijie politely acknowledged the call and hung up. He then messaged another assistant in this area to investigate teams researching this rare Genetic Disease.

Qiu Zhijie: Select the suitable ones and compile the information for me.

After doing this, Qiu Zhijie relit the darkened computer screen. His gaze lingered again on Kong Xunwen’s young, green face—a faint smile, still a youth, like a spring breeze, his eyes bright and filled with the light of anticipation.

His gaze traced over the image repeatedly, substituting for his fingers, before Qiu Zhijie reluctantly scrolled down and approved the resignation.

The moment he clicked, Qiu Zhijie felt his heart drop.

This prompted him to pick up his phone and message Wang Tongliang: What is the earliest I can go to this location?

Below the message was an image of the home address Kong Xunwen had filled out at the company.

He was going to find him.

He was impatient to see him.

*

Kong Xunwen was staring blankly at the rain, but slowly, the rain stopped…

Yes, spring rain was like that. The sunlight overhead streamed through the slowly parting clouds, and Kong Xunwen couldn’t help but smile.

He had looked enough, though. He turned and went inside, preparing to find something to do for himself. He needed a source of income. Although he had saved some money, he couldn’t just sit around and deplete his savings.

He didn’t want to end up starving to death because he ran out of money, rather than dying from the Genetic Disease.

Finding his phone, Kong Xunwen hadn’t yet decided what to do when he saw several missed calls.

They were from two people, and both surprised him. One was Qiu Zhijie. It made sense; the business trip ended today, so he must have seen his resignation application.

His resignation was too sudden, and the Genetic Disease was too rare. It was normal for him to call and ask about the situation.

He needed to resolve this matter quickly.

Kong Xunwen called back, but after waiting a while, no one answered.

Well, perhaps he was busy.

Kong Xunwen temporarily set that aside and clicked on the other missed call, mentally preparing himself before dialing back.

Finally, he touched the screen and called back.

“Beep—beep—beep—”

Kong Xunwen unconsciously lowered his eyes and fiddled with the corner of his shirt.

But perhaps the person on the other end was also busy; the call didn’t connect for a long time. Just as Kong Xunwen was feeling both relieved and regretful and was about to hang up—

“Hello?” A familiar voice sounded.

Kong Xunwen opened his mouth: “Hello, Teacher…”

He bit his lip and didn’t continue. His eyes involuntarily reddened, his nose felt sore, and the fingers clutching the corner of his shirt tightened, his fingertips turning white.

“Oh? It’s Little Kong.” The other party didn’t notice his distress immediately and continued, sounding cheerful: “I heard the news—you resigned!”

Resignation usually wasn’t a good thing, but the tone sounded as if he had heard wonderful news.

Kong Xunwen relaxed his grip and continued to rub his shirt. His eyes curved into a smile, and he felt happy too: “You’re so happy I resigned, Teacher?”

He said this, but he knew why.

The person on the other end was Yun Yueluan, the teacher at the art studio where he stayed before his art entrance exam. Everyone called him Teacher Yun, but Kong Xunwen always omitted the surname.

Because everyone in the studio knew that Kong Xunwen only had one teacher, and that was Yun Yueluan.

If anyone tried to claim that title, he would get upset with them.

Although he was a studio teacher, Kong Xunwen had actually known Yun Yueluan since he was a little kid, back when he first started learning to paint.

It could be said that, besides his parents, his teacher was also an elder who had watched him grow up.

Kong Xunwen loved fashion design, and his dream was to become a fashion designer, but Yun Yueluan actually didn’t agree. He had told Kong Xunwen before that his talent didn’t lie in that area.

But Little Kong was too stubborn. To avoid affecting their relationship, Yun Yueluan never brought it up again.

Because the fashion design major in China at the time lacked prestige, and Kong Xunwen couldn’t study abroad, he ended up applying not for a related major but for the Animation major at Central Art University.

Yun Yueluan was ecstatic then. However, after graduation, Kong Xunwen still went to Zhijie Studio.

Although Yun Yueluan didn’t say anything, Kong Xunwen always felt a bit guilty.

Of course, he hadn’t given up his dream because of this.

“Hey, happy or not, what could you do that would make me unhappy?” Yun Yueluan said vaguely, then grew excited: “Right, do you have any ideas now? What are you planning to do?”

This was exactly what Kong Xunwen was worried about. When this came up, he unconsciously leaned back against the wall, sounding a bit troubled: “I don’t know yet. I’m thinking about it now. I have to support myself, right?”

He unconsciously revealed his thoughts to the elder he could rely on.

Hearing his tone, Yun Yueluan’s heart softened. He then revealed his ulterior motive: “Haven’t you always been painting? I see many people streaming their painting online, and they take commissions. Why don’t you give it a try?”

Kong Xunwen regretted saying that sentence immediately. He didn’t actually want his teacher to help him with anything, but it had slipped out unconsciously.

However, hearing the suggestion now, he felt a little tempted.

This mainly depended on himself; it wouldn’t trouble his teacher, and painting was something he had always done.

Not hearing Kong Xunwen refuse, Yun Yueluan knew he was interested. That was enough. He didn’t press further: “Alright then, you think about it carefully. I’m currently sketching in the mountains. I’ll come find you once I get out.”