Chapter 43 You call me a pig, and I can't even complain?

Lin Zaoyi didn't sleep for very long, only about an hour or so.

I instinctively stretched my leg, and it seemed like I kicked something, but I didn't pay attention. Plus, I was still a bit groggy from just waking up. When I stretched my leg out again, my ankle was caught. "One kick wasn't enough, so I kicked it twice."

The deep, clear voice instantly banished any lingering drowsiness from her, and she sat up abruptly, exclaiming, "What are you doing here?"

A man sat with his legs crossed, his suit trousers impeccably tailored, calmly scrolling through his phone. "This is my home. If I'm not here, where would I be?"

"..."

She was speechless, and after holding it in for a while, she pretended to be careless and said, "Then I won't bother you anymore."

As she stood up, the blanket draped over her fell down. She caught it with quick reflexes and was adjusting it when she suddenly paused, a wild thought popping into her head: Could this... have been given to her by Tan Zhaojing?

The next second, he denied it: No, he wasn't that kind.

He just loved teasing her, watching her scratch her head and cheeks.

"Your things?" Tan Zhaojing pointed to the few pieces of paper on the table.

She glanced in the direction the finger was pointing and said, "Hmm."

It seemed one was missing. Upon unfolding it, I confirmed it was indeed missing—the one with the pig in it…

Tan Zhaojing took

It shouldn't be that boring.

Maybe it got blown away by the wind.

I quickly scanned the living room but didn't find anything.

I crouched down, placed my palms on the ground, and peered under the sofa. The sofa had a four-sided design, and I looked under three sides, but found nothing.

That left was the seat where Tan Zhaojing was sitting.

The person seemed to have just noticed, raising their eyes slightly. "Looking for what?"

She waved the paper she had been clutching in her hand. "Here, I wrote something down. Did you see it?"

"I saw it, but I don't think I took any notes."

"......"

She didn't dare ask further, "Where?"

He seemed to be recalling something, "It was blown by the wind to my feet, I don't know where I kicked it."

He's definitely not a normal person.

Anyone with a modicum of sense would pick it up and throw it in the trash.

It was her fault; she shouldn't have put her things away properly.

She put the papers back on the peach wood coffee table, moved closer to him, and as she squatted down, he suddenly reached out and pulled her up.

She asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Tan Zhaojing said, "I suddenly remembered that I think I put it away."

Lin Zaoyi reasonably suspected that this person was playing a trick on her, and she lost her temper. She wiped her dusty hand on his arm in her current position.

Immediately, the dark shirt was covered with fingerprints of varying shades.

Tan Zhaojing lowered his eyes, a hint of a smile appearing in his half-closed gaze. "Deliberately?"

"How could that be?"

Lin Zaoyi pretended to brush off the dust she had left behind, "It was an accident. Brother Zhaojing, where are my things?"

The man calmly pulled out a half-folded A4 sheet of paper from behind him. "Is this it?"

Are they all?

He extended his palm and said, "Thank you."

He didn't return it, but instead spread it apart with two fingers. "Are you sure it's yours? Why do I see a pig drawn on it?"

"..."

At that moment, she wished Tan Zhaojing were illiterate.

However, this possibility is slim.

The man lazily lifted his eyelids. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

say what?

She tightened her brow. "You're playing me again."

The word "play" reminded Tan Zhaojing of the girl's accusations over the past few hours, and his tone softened slightly, "You called me a pig, and I can't even have a problem with that?"

Whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll still get stabbed anyway, so you might as well just go for it.

Lin Zaoyi tilted her head back and met his gaze without any hesitation. "Why don't you say you're domineering?"

Tan Zhaojing turned her head and chuckled; she was still angry.

These days, it's okay to take advantage of others.

He pried open her palm and handed her the paper, saying, "If I were really going to be domineering, you wouldn't have slept with Meng Jinxi last night."

Lin Zaoyi didn't understand at first, but after a few seconds she realized what was happening, and a blush unconsciously spread across her cheeks.

shameless.

Without lingering for even half a second, he picked up her manuscript and left the place where he was.

...

The first thing Lin Zaoyi did upon returning to her room was to pack her luggage. She decided to move out today, hoping to get away from the situation sooner and be free from it sooner.

Tan Zhaojing was more or less interested in her, but as long as they didn't meet or spend time together, even the strongest interest would fade with time.

Few relationships can withstand the test of time, and besides, theirs wasn't even a fleeting encounter.

As we approached the apartment, my mother called, "Hey!"

"Hehe, I moved away."

Mom sighed, "Auntie will come over and help you clean up in a bit."

Two people and four hands got it done in less than three hours.

After tidying up, I sent Xixi my location: "My mom's house, want to come over for the weekend?"

XiXi replied instantly: 【Come on!】

On days when there were no films to shoot, Meng Jinxi was like an unemployed bum, doing nothing but sleeping and eating, and Lin Zaoyi also spent a weekend without any desires.

On Monday, after the morning meeting, Sister Qiao called her over, "Come on, I'll take you to Tan's."

Lin Zaoyi paused in her work of tidying up the documents. "Did you meet someone?"

Xu Qiao: "Project Director, I don't expect to talk to him."

But it's okay to dream.

At 10 a.m., the two arrived at Tan's company and within two minutes, Zhao Qingqing and another manager also appeared in the lobby.

Xu Qiao felt the coincidence was too much. "You two made an appointment for...?"

The other party: "Director Zhao from the Marketing Department."

Just say it!

She stood with her hands on her hips, furious. "Can't there be healthy competition???"

The other party seemed surprised, "You also made the appointment? You really can't blame me, it was Editor-in-Chief Yu who made the connection."

Speechless, utterly fucking speechless.

Zhao Qingqing walked up to Lin Zaoyi without making a sound. "Didn't you find a rich second-generation boyfriend? Why are you being so arrogant and not saying anything?"

Lin Zaoyi scoffed, her scoff filled with undisguised sarcasm, "I have a sense of shame."

Zhao Qingqing retorted, not to be outdone, "If you really had any shame, you wouldn't have gotten your hands on Solo's photos."

Lin Zaoyi's expression remained unchanged. "Do you think I'm like you?"

A very insightful question: "Haven't you spent time with them lately?"

The effect was perfect; Zhao Qingqing's expression changed instantly. Her lips opened and closed repeatedly, but in the end, she couldn't utter a single word.

Footsteps approached, and the person inside was dressed in a business suit. "Please follow me."

This was said to another supervisor.

The two nodded their thanks. Zhao Qingqing, who had been feeling upset just a minute ago, felt much better now.

Xu Qiao was angry, but helpless. She gestured with her chin toward the door and said, "Come on, there's a good coffee shop nearby. I'll treat you."

Lin Zaoyi: "No rush, let me make a call."

I'd rather not steam buns than lose face.

She moved to a corner and dialed her mother's number. "Mom, I'm in the Tan Group lobby right now. I had an appointment with the project director, but a colleague snatched it from me. Could you introduce me to another senior executive?"

"Wait."

Lin Zaoyi thought it was a department director, but the person coming downstairs turned out to be Assistant Shao.

Before he could speak, she greeted him first, "Hello."

What else could Assistant Shao not understand? He cooperated as if it were their first meeting.

"Please follow me, both of you."

Xu Qiao was impressed once again, but what impressed her even more was that the other party led them to the president's office.

She stared blankly for two seconds, as if she'd never seen anything like it before, then asked, "Zaoyi, who did you look for?"

Lin Zaoyi was also quite confused, "My mom... but my mom didn't say it was Zhao..."

The title was on the tip of his tongue, but he hurriedly changed it to "President Tan".

Suddenly, Assistant Shao swiped his card and led the two to the office area, then knocked on the door three times.

A steady voice rang out: "Enter."

Pushing open the door, I was greeted by a cold and aloof face. His black shirt, of fine quality, added to his unapproachable demeanor.

Hearing the noise, Tan Zhaojing looked away from the documents and his gaze lingered on her face. After two days, the scratches had faded considerably.

A slight smile played on her lips. "I've been robbed of it again."