120: Mingcheng fabricated his past to get a job, and the three men's antics were once again foiled by everyone else.

Tuesday morning at 9:30, the accounting firm where Zhu Li worked had just finished its morning meeting. The printer was still "buzzing" as it processed the initial audit draft for "Hengtong Electronics." With toner on her fingertips, she was tidying the project materials by page number when the glass door was suddenly slammed open—Su Mingcheng burst in carrying a bulging old briefcase. He rushed straight to her workstation, clutching a crumpled resume with frayed edges, his eyes filled with a menacing hostility.

"Zhu Li, give me the contact information for the 'Hengtong Electronics' project!" Su Mingcheng reached out to snatch the folder, his knuckles turning white from the effort. "My resume says I have three years of experience as an Audit Supervisor; talking to them would be perfect! If you don't help, I'll tell your director that you're intentionally suppressing projects so you won't be promoted to supervisor!"

Zhu Li quickly stuffed the materials into a drawer, her fingertips scraped red by the edge. "Su Mingcheng! That resume is fake! 'Shengda Trading Company' doesn't even have an audit position. You can't even understand basic financial statements, so how can you talk to 'Hengtong'? You just want to swindle the project deposit to pay off your gambling debts!"

The briefcase zipper wasn't closed properly, and several forged "employment certificates" fell out. The official seals for "Shengda Trading Company Audit Supervisor" on them were crooked, and even the dates were wrong—Zhu Li knew all too well that "Shengda Trading Company" was just a shell company Su Mingcheng used to funnel money, without even a proper office address. Su Mingcheng's expression changed, and he simply threw caution to the wind, grabbing Zhu Li's wrist. "Mind your own business! If you don't give me the materials today, I'll stay right here and let all your colleagues see how you treat your ex-husband!"

The surrounding colleagues all looked up; some were quietly recording, while others whispered. Zhu Li cared most about her professional reputation, and being struck at her weak point, she was both anxious and embarrassed, tears welling in her eyes. She fumbled for her mobile phone at the corner of the desk and dialed Xie Hui's number with trembling fingers, her voice choked with tears: "Mr. Xie, Su Mingcheng is trying to steal the 'Hengtong' project materials and is threatening my promotion... please come quickly!"

"Don't panic, I'll be there in two minutes!" Xie Hui's voice came through the receiver—he had just finalized the audit plan for a new energy project at Company Name. There was still warm soy milk in his car that he had brought for Zhu Li, intending to drop it off on his way, but he hadn't expected to run into this. "Lock the materials away and don't fight him head-on. I'm coming right now!"

After hanging up, Zhu Li gritted her teeth and shook off Su Mingcheng's hand, stuffing the drawer key into the inner pocket of her sweater. "The director's office is right next door. If you keep making a scene, I'll call the police!"

"Go ahead and call them!" Su Mingcheng lunged with bloodshot eyes, trying to pry Zhu Li's hand open to grab the key. "I'll see how you explain it to your clients after you call the police!"

Just as his fingers were about to touch the key, Xie Hui pushed the door open and rushed in. His right hand accurately gripped Su Mingcheng's wrist and gave it a gentle twist—using the force-dissipating technique of the Nine Yin Manual he learned in the condor heroes world. It seemed effortless, but it made Su Mingcheng's arm go numb, causing him to stumble and crash into a filing cabinet, grimacing in pain. The fake resumes in his briefcase scattered all over the floor, and a Casino debt collection notice rolled out, with the words "Debt of 60,000" looking particularly eye-catching.

"Su Mingcheng, I warned you last time that if you touched Zhu Li again, I'd break one of your hands. Did you treat it as white noise?" Xie Hui's gaze swept over the debt collection notice on the floor, his tone as cold as ice. "Forging a resume to swindle a project just to pay off gambling debts? You certainly know how to find a 'shortcut.'"

Su Mingcheng rubbed his arm and remained stubborn. "I'm asking my ex-wife for materials, what business is it of yours!"

"Should an ex-wife help you swindle clients?" Xie Hui reached into his inner universe, took out his mobile phone, and played a recording—it was recorded this morning using "Time Stop" when Su Mingcheng was at the Su Family Old Residence talking to a casino debt collector on the phone: "I'll go to Zhu Li's this morning to snatch the 'Hengtong' materials and swindle a deposit to pay you back, don't worry! My dad is going to Company Name to make a scene and have Mingyu force Zhu Li to give in. It can't go wrong!" In the recording, Su Daqiang could also be heard chiming in from the side: "I'll just say Mingyu won't help me fix the water pipes to force her to step in and handle this!"

As soon as the recording played, the colleagues' chatter exploded instantly: "So he's swindling a project to pay off gambling debts! How wicked!" "Accountant Zhu is so pitiful, still being harassed like this after the divorce!"

Su Mingcheng's face turned as white as paper. He tried to grab Xie Hui's mobile phone but was avoided with a side-step. Zhu Li looked at the debt collection notice on the floor, and her last bit of lingering affection for Su Mingcheng was completely severed. She picked up the internal phone: "Director, Su Mingcheng broke into the office to steal materials and used a forged resume to threaten me. Please call security!"

Su Mingcheng caught a glimpse of the "Hengtong Electronics Cooperation Risk Assessment" peeking out of Xie Hui's pocket (which Xie Hui had the Company Name legal department prepare this morning, fearing Zhu Li might suffer a loss). He finally lost his nerve, picked up his briefcase, and ran. "Zhu Li, you just wait!"

Zhu Li watched his retreating back and breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a sharp pain in her finger—when they were fighting over the materials earlier, she had been cut by the edge of a paper, and a bead of blood was seeping out. Xie Hui handed her the warm soy milk and took out a Povidone-iodine cotton pad. "Drink something warm first. Let me take care of that for you so it doesn't get infected."

The steam from the soy milk brushed against her face as Zhu Li took the cup, her voice still trembling slightly. "Thank you. Otherwise, if the materials were gone, my promotion would definitely have gone down the drain."

"I've already spoken to the director. From now on, if Su Mingcheng comes, security will stop him directly downstairs." Xie Hui helped her apply the iodine, his movements so gentle she didn't feel any pain. "I also sent a message to Mingyu. Su Daqiang might go to Company Name to make a scene, so she should be prepared."

Just as the two of them reached the ground floor, Zhu Li's colleague ran over, looking anxious. "This is bad! Your former father-in-law is crying in the lobby of Company Name, saying Director Su won't help him fix the water pipes and isn't helping Su Mingcheng find work. A lot of clients are watching!"

Xie Hui and Zhu Li hurried toward Company Name. On the way, Wu Fei called—she had just received a WeChat message from Su Mingzhe saying, "Dad is making a scene at Company Name, come and help persuade Mingyu." She was just about to head out, and after hearing the news, she rushed straight to Company Name.

When they arrived at the lobby of Company Name, they indeed saw Su Daqiang sitting on the floor, holding a piece of cardboard with red ink that read: "Begging daughter to fix pipes, help son find work; cold-blooded director ignores family." He was crying to the passing clients: "My pipes have been leaking for days, my son has no job, and my daughter is a director but doesn't care. She's so unfilial!"

Su Mingyu stood nearby, her face pale, clutching a utility bill in her hand—she had just paid the utilities for Su Daqiang this morning, and there was no such thing as a leaking pipe. She tried to pull Su Daqiang up but was shaken off. "Don't touch me! If you don't help Mingcheng get the project today and find someone to fix the pipes, I'm not getting up!"

Su Mingzhe also squeezed out from the crowd, putting on the air of an eldest brother: "Mingyu, Dad is right, just give them a hand. My American company has been laying people off recently and money is tight, so I really can't help. Zhu Li is a prospective supervisor now, let her take on more. We're all one family."

"Who is family with you!" Wu Fei's voice came through as she held Su Mingzhe's bank statement, with Xiao Mi following behind her. "Su Mingzhe, you have over forty thousand US dollars in your American account and even bought a twenty-thousand-dollar watch last week. How can you say money is tight because of layoffs? You just want Mingyu and Zhu Li to clean up your mess!"

Xie Hui walked over quickly and handed the recording on his mobile phone to Su Mingyu. "Listen to this. Su Daqiang making a scene about fixing pipes is a lie; forcing you to help Su Mingcheng get the project is the real goal. Su Mingzhe just wants to shift the blame and has no intention of spending any money."

The sounds of Su Mingcheng's gambling debt collectors and Su Daqiang's plotting were clear and piercing in the recording. The surrounding clients and employees all understood: "So the whole family teamed up to scheme against people! How disgusting!" "Director Su really hasn't had it easy!"

Su Daqiang's face turned a deep purple. He quickly scrambled up from the floor, grabbed his cardboard sign, and ran toward the door, nearly stumbling. "I... I'm never coming back!"

Su Mingzhe looked at the bank statement in Wu Fei's hand and then at Xie Hui's cold, hard face. He could only grit his teeth and say, "I... that money is for emergencies. I'm hanging up!" After saying that, he pulled out his mobile phone, pretended to take a call, and slinked away.

Zhu Li watched the two of them leave and breathed a sigh of relief, saying to Su Mingyu, "It's a good thing we came in time, otherwise the clients might have misunderstood you."

"It's all thanks to you, Mr. Xie, and Sister Wu." Su Mingyu patted her shoulder, her gaze falling on her injured finger. "Is the wound okay? Go to the company clinic to have it treated properly in a bit."

Xie Hui took out three small porcelain bottles from his briefcase and handed them to the three of them: "These are nine flower jade dew pills. You've all had a scare today; taking one will calm your nerves. I'll treat you all to the Cantonese restaurant next door for lunch; their shrimp dumpling king is very fresh, and Xiao Mi will surely love it."

Xiao Mi poked her head out from Wu Fei's arms and reached out to grab the corner of Xie Hui's clothes. "Uncle, I want to eat shrimp dumpling king! And I want to be with you!"

Xie Hui bent down to pick up Xiao Mi and said with a smile, "Alright, our Xiao Mi is the best."

Inside the Cantonese restaurant at noon, the warm yellow light spilled onto the dining table. Zhu Li drank Sugar Cane and Imperatae Water, a small band-aid on her finger, feeling much more at ease. Su Mingyu picked up a shrimp dumpling for Xie Hui: "Thanks to your quick reactions today, otherwise Zhu Li and I would have been schemed against by them."

"It's mainly because neither of you compromised that they didn't have a chance." Xie Hui smiled and handed the shrimp dumpling to Xiao Mi. "Xiao Mi, try this, there's a whole shrimp inside."

Xiao Mi took a bite, her eyes narrowing from the freshness. "Uncle, this is so delicious! Let's come again next time!"

Seeing her daughter's behavior, Wu Fei said with a smile, "You, you only know how to act spoiled with your uncle. But really, I must thank Mr. Xie today. Not only did you save Zhu Li's promotion opportunity, but you also exposed Su Mingzhe's lies, otherwise I might have been kept in the dark by him again."

Xie Hui raised his teacup: "There's no need for such formalities between us. If we encounter this kind of thing again in the future, we'll just deal with it together. Come, cheers! Here's to never being troubled by those miserable Su Family affairs again!"

"Cheers!" The four cups clinked together, and Xiao Mi raised her juice cup and shouted along: "Cheers! I'm going to eat lots of shrimp dumpling king!"

When dropping Su Mingyu back at Company Name in the afternoon, she took a hand-woven pendant out of her bag. A small maple leaf was attached to the deep green cord, and the characters for "Peace" were embroidered on it. "Mr. Xie, I learned how to weave this from the auntie downstairs. It took three days. Hang it in your car for safety."

Xie Hui took the pendant, his fingertips feeling the fine texture of the weave, and his heart felt warm. "I like it very much, thank you. No matter what happens in the future, I will be there."

Su Mingyu's face instantly turned red. She turned and walked quickly into the office building, then turned back after a few steps and waved to Xie Hui.

When dropping Zhu Li home in the evening, she took a light purple small cloth bag out of her bag, with the character "Xie" embroidered on it. Inside the bag was a small pouch of dried lavender. "Mr. Xie, this is for your mobile phone; lavender can calm the nerves. Thank you for helping me every time, allowing me to work with peace of mind."

Xie Hui took the small cloth bag, the faint scent of lavender lingering at the tip of his nose. "I like it very much, no need to be so formal. If Su Mingcheng dares to come again, call me anytime."

On the drive home, Xie Hui touched his chest where his inner universe was—inside were stored Su Mingcheng's fake resume, Su Mingzhe's bank statement, the recording of Su Daqiang making a scene, as well as the maple leaf pendant embroidered with "Peace" and the small cloth bag filled with lavender. These were not cold pieces of evidence; they were the marks of him protecting them. He knew that the three men of the Su Family might not be reconciled, but as long as he was there, no one could disrupt their lives again, and no one could make them suffer the slightest grievance.

As the night deepened, the car drove steadily under the streetlights, and a smile remained on Xie Hui's face—the satisfying journey in the "all is well world" was still continuing. He had begun to look forward to seeing them completely escape the shadow of the Su Family and live out a truly free and dazzling life. And he would always be their most solid support, accompanying them through every step of the way.