She had to play the role of a lover well, so that Zheng Lin would willingly take out her bank card and hand it back to her with both hands.

She was too tough before; Zheng Lin, well, he responds better to gentleness than force.

Su Jin took Zheng Lin's hand, glanced at the food on the food cart, and said coquettishly, "Look, I've prepared so much delicious breakfast for you. Aren't you happy?"

This meal cost her three thousand yuan, and now most of her savings are gone.

Su Jin felt sorry for herself for a second.

"I've already eaten." Zheng Lin seemed to have seen through her little scheme, but although he was happy that she was trying to please him, his face remained expressionless.

Looking at his expressionless face, Su Jin began to doubt her own plan.

He doesn't seem like the type to be swayed by a honey trap.

Was he just teasing her when he suggested being her lover?

No, let's try again.

Su Jin picked up a steamed bun and held it to Zheng Lin's mouth. "Ah. Take a bite. Scientifically speaking, food will be digested in half an hour. Your breakfast has probably been mostly digested. If you don't eat a few more bites to replenish your nutrition, you won't get enough nutrients."

She shoved the steamed bun into his mouth.

Zheng Lin grabbed her hand that was holding the steamed bun, "You're very different today."

"What's different?" Su Jin thought for a moment, then blinked. "Do I look better today than usual?"

"No, not at all," Zheng Lin said, catching his breath. "You've always been beautiful, no matter when."

Su Jin's face fell, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, the corners of her mouth turned up, and then she put her hand, which had been grabbed, to her mouth and put the steamed bun in her mouth.

Su Jin: "......"

Zheng Lin: "You eat it yourself."

Su Jin threw the steamed buns into the trash can, wiped her hands, and decided to give up on her plan to make breakfast for the sick.

Sigh, what a waste of the money she invested.

She decided to switch to Plan B and continue.

"Let me give you a massage," Su Jin said, pointing to the bed. "Lie down there."

Zheng Lin found it strange: "Aren't we filming today?"

"There's been a minor issue on set; the director suddenly fell ill and can't film today," Su Jin told the truth.

In a way, it can be said that heaven was helping her.

Because she didn't have to film today, she turned what was supposed to be a loving dinner into a loving breakfast.

Moreover, with a whole day of free time, how could you possibly fail to trick someone into giving you a small bank card?

Of course, she was afraid.

The current trend is very bad.

Seeing that he was dawdling, Su Jin suddenly pushed him hard. He swayed back a bit, then grabbed her wrist, and the two of them fell onto the bed together.

Su Jin pressed herself against Zheng Lin, her head against his chest, and could hear his heartbeat.

A deep male voice came from above, saying, "Now tell me what you want, what it is, and whether you're worried I won't agree."

Su Jin's heart skipped a beat. He had learned mind reading? He could actually see through her thoughts and discern her motivations.

She nestled against his chest, looked up, and said in an extremely fawning voice, "I just want to take back something that belongs to me. I just hope you can understand my heart."

These words, spoken in such a tone, almost made Su Jin vomit.

"You want to divorce me, how could I possibly understand your heart? If I knew your heart, I would definitely dig it out and see what it's made of, that it's so cruel."

The man seemed to be clenching his back teeth when he spoke.

Su Jin felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this, and the next moment, her body was flipped over.

After a slight roll, Su Jin's back rested against the soft bed.

Zheng Lin placed his hands on either side of Su Jin and looked down at her.

The two stared at each other for ten seconds.

Zheng Lin pulled open Su Jin's cotton coat. Su Jin didn't know what he wanted to do. Was he trying to freeze her to death?

This man is becoming more and more unpredictable. He's worried she'll be cold when he comes in, but after she lies down, he wants her to freeze to death.

While Su Jin was still thinking about these things, she felt her sweater being lifted up, and the cold wind from the window blowing onto her stomach.

She thought to herself: Is this a way of asking her to fulfill the duties of a lover?

Anyway, they are a legally married couple, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

The more hesitant and awkward you are, the more uncomfortable you seem.

So she took the initiative to get up and hook her arms around his neck, not caring what his hands were touching.

She closed her eyes and kissed the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, Zheng Lin reached out and touched the surgical scar. His hand trembled involuntarily, and he rubbed the scar with his fingertips for a while.

It turns out it was true; that surgery was real.

So she didn't intentionally abort the child.

She ran away from her arranged marriage because she was seriously ill.

He opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by a kiss.

Zheng Lin's eyes lit up. "What's this...?"

Su Jin's heart was pounding, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "To fulfill the relationship."

What a great fulfillment of the relationship.

Zheng Lin himself had said similar things, but hearing her say them made him feel very angry.

"Okay." Zheng Lin pinched her chin and kissed her deeply.

His kiss was anything but gentle; it seemed to carry a hint of anger.

Su Jin didn't understand either. As the lover he wanted, wasn't doing this much enough to satisfy him?

What else does he want?

Does he expect her to kneel down and beg him to return her bank card and let the Su Group go?

Thinking of this, Su Jin suddenly became unwilling. She pushed the man off her and coldly cursed, "Bastard."

Zheng Lin: "......"

She started this herself, so how did he become a bastard?

Su Jin tidied her hair, her attitude completely changing. She kicked the food cart and then strode away.

Zheng Lin pulled a bank card from under his pillow and looked at the closed door.

He frowned and said in bewilderment, "I knew I couldn't put it here; no one would even notice."

When I asked Assistant Gao before, she said, "Put it under the pillow. With the boss's wife's intelligence, it will definitely be taken away."

This time, it's all Gao Zixin's fault for that terrible idea.

Today, Su Jin started folding blankets and making the bed as soon as she entered the house, but she didn't put her hand under the pillow or even pick up the pillow to look at it. That's how she missed out on the bank card.

Zheng Lin casually placed the bank card on the bedside table, stroked his chin and thought for a moment, "Now, I should be able to see it directly."

Assistant Gao was scolded by his boss from afar. Although he didn't hear his boss's voice, he still felt uneasy and his back felt cold.

He unconsciously wrapped his coat tighter around himself in the elevator.

Soon, a voice message from his boss appeared on his phone. When he listened to it, it was the most common phrase he heard: "Deduct my salary."

Before he could even feel sad, he looked up and saw Su Jin angrily entering the elevator.

Su Jin also saw Assistant Gao, stood next to him, and said, "Your boss is becoming less and less like a human being."

Remembering the wages he had lost, Assistant Gao muttered in anguish, "Yes, you're right."