Chapter 359 How many things are there that I don’t know?

Seeing this, He Tingchen stepped forward and patted her on the back: "Look at you, no one is competing with you for it, why are you drinking so fast? Don't worry, this is all yours."

Lin Rushuang's attention was not at all on what He Tingchen said. She finally came to her senses and subconsciously looked up and asked He Tingchen.

"When did you have a lover? Haven't you been in a relationship for several years?"

In Yuncheng, it was almost confirmed that he had an abnormal sexual orientation.

He Tingchen raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Does my old lover have to be in a relationship with me? What if he likes me but doesn't express his feelings, but just silently pays attention to me from behind and helps me in times of need?"

When Lin Rushuang heard He Tingchen's description, she really wanted to slap herself twice.

If He Tingchen knew one day that I had given her a project, would he also think that I had a crush on him? That would be really crazy.

Lin Rushuang complained bluntly: "Mr. He, you really need to change your narcissistic habits. Maybe your partner is still a man, not necessarily a woman."

The smile in the corners of He Tingchen's eyes and eyebrows suddenly froze when Lin Rushuang finished speaking.

"Our company's surveillance system was suddenly damaged, and the company's technicians were unable to repair it. I have now been fired. Moreover, the three cooperation agreements with foreign countries were all signed and stamped by someone imitating my handwriting."

Upon hearing this, Lin Rushuang pretended to be indifferent and continued drinking the wine in the glass.

"So what do you have to lose?"

He Tingchen replied frankly: "No."

Lin Rushuang said casually, "That's all. You haven't suffered any loss, so why worry about it? And if there's no problem with the contract, why can't it be signed? He Tingchen, can you please put aside your prejudices sometimes? In other words, can you be a little more rational?"

"The company is about to go bankrupt. If you don't find a way to fill this hole now, you are still thinking about how to investigate other people's overseas companies."

"Don't overcomplicate things. Maybe even if someone really wants to help you, you won't be able to explain it."

He Tingchen glanced at Lin Rushuang with a dull expression.

"It sounds so strange to me when you say this."

Lin Rushuang blinked: "What's so strange about that?"

"If I remember correctly, when you were at Lide, you were as strict with contracts as if you were looking through a magnifying glass."

"I remember your colleagues in your previous company commented on you. They said that there were no problems with the projects you signed, but the projects others signed always had problems here and there."

He Tingchen narrowed his eyes and said, "Now tell me, how could such a meticulous person let me start a project so hastily?"

Only then did Lin Rushuang realize that He Tingchen's focus was no longer on the project. This man was testing her.

Lin Rushuang's heart seemed to skip a beat.

He Tingchen was such a terrifying man. If she hadn't noticed it, she might have fallen into his trap again.

The words have been spoken and there is no way to take them back. Lin Rushang can only try to find a way to go around it a little.

She spread her hands, looking helpless: "Your current situation is rather special, so we can only use special methods."

"I'm just asking you, is there any problem with the contract? Are you dissatisfied with the other party's plan?"

"No, but I don't believe in free lunch."

He Tingchen has always been very rigorous in this regard, let alone something like this, he would not easily start a project.

Lin Rushuang held her forehead in pain, feeling like she wanted to die. Sometimes she hated He Tingchen's caution a little too much, and just listening to it made her feel tired.

"If you insist, then it's up to you, He Tingchen. Anyway, if you go bankrupt, I won't follow you."

He Tingchen immediately became interested when he heard that. He raised his eyebrows awkwardly and moved closer to look at her. He smiled lightly in a teasing tone.

"Sister Lin has a hidden personality. You didn't leave Li Wenyuan when he was so poor. Now that I'm bankrupt, you're ready to leave me. You heartless little thing."

Lin Rushuang didn't defend herself: "So, you'd better get your company back on track."

He Tingchen touched his chin. He knew that Lin Rushang was not the kind of person who despised the poor and loved the rich. She just wanted to comfort him in a different way.

Seeing that she seemed to like pork belly very much, he gave her some more.

"Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you."

Lin Rushang was completely immersed in the food, with a satisfied look on her face.

"It's really delicious. Do you want to have two more skewers?"

"You eat. Oh, by the way, I have a friend who likes to practice calligraphy recently, but she prefers the Cang Er Jin Kai style. She wants to write an article."

"Hmm? And then?"

Lin Rushang glanced at him casually, then lowered her head and continued eating the pork belly.

"I remember your aunt taught you calligraphy before, so could you please help him write a letter? He wants to leave a memory for his sick girlfriend."

Lin Rushuang paused slightly while biting the pork belly, but it was only for a moment. She was shocked at why He Tingchen knew so much about her past.

He even remembered such trivial details so clearly.

What other secrets do I have that he doesn't know?

Lin Rushuang suddenly put down the pork belly in her hand and looked at He Tingchen seriously.

"He Tingchen, when I talk to you, I always feel like I have no confidentiality at all. It's like I'm not wearing any clothes in front of you. Do you understand what I mean?"

He Tingchen simply raised his eyebrows lightly: "Then, what do you want to say?"

"I want some private space of my own."

Seeing that he didn't agree, Lin Rushuang pursed her lips and emphasized it again and again.

"Your mother told me about practicing calligraphy. Don't you notice that your handwriting is very similar to mine?"

He Tingchen pulled out a banknote from somewhere and wrote a few words on the paper with his bony fingers.

It was her name, and the handwriting was very similar to the one He Tingchen usually used to sign his name. However, even if everyone had the same handwriting, it would have their own emotional connotations and would not be exactly the same.

One look at He Tingchen's handwriting showed that he was sharp and not to be trifled with, but she usually didn't think much about her own handwriting.

It looks and feels just like that.

At this moment, Lin Rushang suddenly recalled a past event. It was when she was practicing calligraphy, her mother had been looking for a teacher for her.

But I looked for several but couldn't find a suitable one, and the font didn't suit her either.

As a result, one time, her mother showed her someone's handwriting, and she liked it immediately and wanted to practice it.

But imitation will never teach you the essence of calligraphy.

She asked her mother if she could meet this person, but her mother said it was not convenient.

She still clearly remembers that her curiosity about this person reached its peak during that period.

But his mother always used the excuse that he was busy and just typed a few words for him, telling him the secret of practicing calligraphy.

Lin Rushuang's pupils suddenly constricted, and she stared at He Tingchen as if she had suddenly realized something.

"So, you were the one..."