The female colleague was about to say something else when the woman at the desk finished packing up, struggling to lift the heavy carton with her slender arms, and turned around. The crowd that had gathered immediately parted to both sides, leaving a wide path for her. Holding the carton, her eyes red, and her face pale, the woman trudged forward slowly. After just a couple of steps, a colleague in the crowd stepped forward, reaching out, trying to take the carton, "Shall I help you carry it down?" "No need." She clutched the carton anxiously, stepping aside, as if holding not a box of office supplies but the urn of her husband’s ashes. Seeing this, the colleague awkwardly withdrew his hands and retreated into the crowd without another word. The others, seeing this, dared not offer assistance either. The woman made her way through the crowd towards the door. A moment of inattention caused her foot to catch on a swivel chair’s wheel, and she staggered, the carton nearly tipping over. To steady the box, she was forced to lean towards the floor. Wen Nan, standing on the outer edge of the crowd and closest at the time, hurriedly rushed forward, lifting his hand to support her arm. Her instinct was to reject Wen Nan’s help, pulling her arm strongly to break free, "Don’t touch—" She had only said half a sentence when she looked up and saw Wen Nan’s face, momentarily stunned. She wasn’t wearing makeup, looking somewhat haggard with two dark circles under her eyes. Yet, her natural beauty shone through; her skin remained delicate and fair, which, combined with her red eyes, tears in her eyes, and streaks of tears on her face, made her appear even more pitiable. In those eyes, akin to pebbles washed by rain, a different emotion flickered alongside the sadness. The two briefly locked eyes. Wen Nan noticed her aversion to his touch and realized they were standing closer than customary social distance. Quickly, he released his hold, intending to step back. But with her support suddenly gone, she felt lost and instinctively began to lean forward, wanting to move closer to him. In her inner tussle, she swayed, unexpectedly collapsing into Wen Nan’s arms. Wen Nan hurriedly reached out again to steady her, "Can you stand firm?" She nodded, "Mm." Seemingly attempting to rise from his embrace, yet unable to muster the strength, wanting nothing more than to sink into his arms. Wen Nan helplessly raised his hand to support the carton she was holding, "Let me help you carry it downstairs?" Seeming to return to her senses, she released her hold on the carton, "Mm, thank you, thank you, sir." Wen Nan stabilized her, easily lifting the carton, "You can call me Ye Jiu or Little Jiu." "Little Jiujiu..." she repeated hesitantly. Wen Nan smiled, not bothering to correct her, and carried the carton with her towards the company exit. The group of colleagues stood there, watching them leave, momentarily dumbfounded. "No, why did she avoid me like the plague when I offered to help, but clings to Ye Jiu when he offers?" The male colleague from before looked towards the door with discontent. Elsewhere, Wen Nan led her to the basement, found her car, and helped her load the carton into the trunk. After closing the trunk, Wen Nan stepped back and said, "Brother Dapang always took care of us; I never imagined this would happen. Take care of your health, don’t be too sad. If you need any help, just let me know." As he spoke, Wen Nan handed her his contact information, politely bid her farewell, and prepared to head back to the office upstairs. She stood by the car, watching him about to turn away, knowing that once he left, she might not get another chance to ask him out. Biting her lip, clenching her fists, she acted without hesitation, momentarily forgetting her sorrow, and mustered all her courage to step forward and grab Wen Nan’s arm, "Little Jiujiu!" Wen Nan stopped, turned back, smiling gently, "Sister, is there something else?" She lowered her gaze, thought for quite a while, and stammered, "Could you...could you send me home?" No sooner had she spoken than a system notification sounded in Wen Nan’s mind— 9527: [Congratulations to the player! You have successfully triggered the storyline of a new Strategy Character, ’A Jealous Newlywed Beauty.’ This storyline contains crucial yet-to-be-unlocked items. Do you accept?]