He paused, then continued, "I can't stand being around He Rong. I brought you here today just to give Dad some face. From now on, just treat her like she's invisible in this house."

His eyes were shrouded in gloom, and his chin rested on her shoulder.

Today, Su Jin has learned about Zheng Lin's entire childhood.

An image of a seven-year-old boy came to mind, sitting alone in a corner, where the sunlight did not reach, and the boy's small body was completely shrouded in shadow.

So, as Zheng Lin grew up, due to family factors, he never received any favor from his family. Even his own father, because of He Rong, dared not show his love for him in public, and then he... became abnormal.

Su Jin mentally diagnosed his illness and realized that, indeed, there is always something hateful about a pitiful person.

Su Jin patted his back: "Although I didn't have a tragic childhood, I did have a tragic marriage. You know that, so I don't need to say more. Maybe it's because we're just supporting characters in other people's eyes, and lucky things rarely happen to us."

To everyone's surprise, Zheng Lin suddenly sneered and said, "Feel sorry for me? Or better yet, put away that little bit of pity. I, the dignified second young master of the Zheng family, don't need your pity."

"I..." Su Jin wanted to swear, but swallowed the rest of the words and pushed Zheng Lin away. "If you're sick, go get treatment. You're the one who told me all this."

“I want you to know me a little better, just think of it as hearing a story. We’re husband and wife now, but we don’t seem to know each other at all. Knowing some of my past experiences will help you adapt to the role of your wife more quickly.”

Zheng Lin calmly looked at her and said, "I'll send you a document with the details later. Memorize it. When I have time, I'll also check the information on the group's directors from last time."

Su Jin: "?"

That's right, this kind of man is utterly depraved.

She had already forgotten the leverage she had given the group's directors before; the paper documents had long since disappeared.

They're saying they'll do random checks now... That's ridiculous!

“We have no grudges against each other, and I never stole your girlfriend.” Su Jin ground her molars and asked, “You hate me, right? Can’t you find someone else to torment?”

Zheng Lin used his index finger to lift the glasses on the bridge of his nose; the lenses reflected light slightly.

He didn't speak, he just looked at her quietly.

Su Jin was momentarily confused. What did this mean? Did it mean she had tacitly agreed?

“But all I want to do is torture you, torture you for the rest of your life.” Zheng Lin sneered, reaching out to lift her chin. “You will suffer my torment for the rest of your life, until you die.”

Su Jin gritted her teeth, "I can see it now, you really are sick. I'll take you to see a psychiatrist sometime."

On her way home, Su Jin told Assistant Wang about what had happened that day.

I've been holding it in all day, and I'm seething with anger.

The two exchanged words back and forth, mostly Su Jin complaining about Zheng Lin, with Assistant Wang occasionally responding.

Even after the car had arrived at her doorstep, Su Jin was still holding onto her phone.

"Do you think he's sick?" She walked into the entryway in her high heels, bent down to take them off, and put on slippers.

Yes. Absolutely.

"Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore. Starting tomorrow, Young Master Zheng is not allowed to set foot in our company premises again. Go and tell the security guards to keep an eye on things. Give each of them a photo and check them carefully."

Assistant Wang: "Yes, Mr. Su."

Su Jin placed her phone on the shelf and turned on the shower in the bathroom, rinsing herself casually.

......

Zheng Lin's home, study.

On the screen, a video of Zhao Xichen and Su Jin's wedding was playing.

On the lawn, the woman, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, walked step by step toward the groom.

The smile that bloomed on her face was so dazzling.

Zheng Lin's gaze was cold as he opened a drawer and took out an invitation and a student ID card with the name: Su Jin.

But there are two one-inch photos on it.

The girl in the middle has her hair in a ponytail and a bright smile. Next to her is a cool-looking boy, whose photo was added by Zheng Lin later.

His eyes darkened, and he rubbed his thumb back and forth on the photo.

Even now, I still can't understand why Su Jin broke up with him and married Zhao Xichen.

On the day of her wedding, he, as Zhao Xichen's distant cousin, was absent from the ceremony.

Zheng Lin grabbed Zhao Xichen and Su Jin's wedding invitation from back then, tore it to shreds, and threw it into the air.

Looking up, the paper flowers scattered like crimson snowflakes.

There was a knock on the door, and he turned his head to look.

"Boss, I brought you something." Assistant Gao stood outside the door, opened his briefcase and rummaged through it. Suddenly, he looked up and saw the chaotic scene inside, looking completely bewildered.

Zheng Lin pointed to the ground, "Since you're here, sweep the floor."

Assistant Gao tiptoed a few steps to the open space, placed the documents on the desk, and asked, "Boss, why do you have romance novels here?"

Zheng Lin glared at him briefly, put the books back on the shelf, turned around and saw Gao Zixin still standing there. He frowned and said, "Finished delivering? If you're done, leave on your own."

Assistant Gao: "Have you been arguing with the boss's wife lately? I knew it!"

Zheng Lin frowned. "How did you know?"

Assistant Gao: "You haven't had a girlfriend for so many years, remaining chaste, and finally you've found the boss's wife. Why do you seem so clueless? Do you even know what love is?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Lin's eyes sharpened, startling Assistant Gao so much that he swallowed hard.

Zheng Lin said seriously, "Tell me, and if I don't understand what you're saying, I'll deduct your salary."

Assistant Gao: "......"

"Well, I can't do that." For the sake of the salary, Assistant Gao backed down. "It's something that can only be understood, not explained. Love is about feeling your heart flutter. Feeling your heart flutter is... your heart beating, your blood rising."

As he spoke, he gestured with both hands to indicate a heartbeat, his face full of anticipation that the other person would understand.

Zheng Lin calmly looked at him, "No heartbeat means death. High blood pressure means high blood pressure. Neither of these has anything to do with love."

Assistant Gao: "......" Boss, you are truly a model of a straight man!

Assistant Gao's expression turned cold for a second, then returned to its usual warmth. He said, "For example, you know the other person is a pig, and others make fun of you, but you still keep it as a pet and look at it every day. That's liking. But if one day the world ends and the other person is still a pig, and you're very hungry, but you'd rather starve to death than roast the pig and eat it, or even cut off your own flesh to feed the pig, that's love."

Zheng Lin rested his chin on his thumb, looking at him scrutinizingly: "Why does it have to be a pig? Do you think a normal person would like a pig?"

Assistant Gao wanted to say more, but found himself at a loss for words, so he simply shrugged and gave up, saying, "I'm just that stupid pig, boss, sorry to bother you."

......

After staying up all night, Su Jin was woken up by a phone call the next day. With a pen still in her hand, she said weakly, "Hello."

"Chairman Su, the production team of 'Floating World, Gentle Dream' wants to renegotiate the contract today."

"Sign the contract, go find the CEO who runs errands."

"The president has gone abroad on business, and the vice president is confined to his home because he contracted the virus. Right now, only you can go. This drama is an SSS-level big-budget production, requiring a huge investment, so we're all waiting for your decision."