Chapter 87 Whether it will last or not, I don't know, but I do know that Tan Zhaojing cannot do without me.

Lin Zaoyi's nerves were on edge as she listened, and she couldn't help but think of Yuan Lai. Had she hinted at something to her mother?

However, Zhaojing said he wouldn't.

Nevertheless, when she spoke, her voice inexplicably became unsteady, "How could this be..."

My mother chuckled on the other end of the phone, "I was just asking. If you really want to talk, bring him to me. Don't worry, I won't interfere too much. I just want to see if the young man is reliable."

The tone was ordinary; it didn't sound like a probe.

Lin Zaoyi felt relieved and mumbled "Okay" twice.

After hanging up the phone, she glanced at him.

Tan Zhaojing seemed to know she was going to complain, so he used a particularly shameless method to shut her up. She pinched him with her hand, but after a moment, he raised his wrist above his head.

Unable to struggle, they could only helplessly beg for mercy.

"Just once, it won't last long."

As night fell and the moon disappeared halfway down, the city was so quiet that only the whistling wind could be heard. Inside the bedroom, the sound of water continued, accompanied by the girl's delicate complaints.

The remaining heat has dissipated, and it is already the end.

Even though her legs were weak, Lin Zaoyi still kicked him, saying, "Didn't you say it wouldn't be too long?!"

The bastard remained calm and composed. "I'm not lying to you. I'll only say it once."

"......"

He added, "If you don't believe me, go look at the trash can."

Lin Zaoyi didn't want to talk to him anymore.

This state continued until after breakfast the next day.

On the way to the front desk, she instinctively intended to remain silent, but the man's questions were too blunt.

Her face tightened. "Can you please stop talking?"

A faint smile played in the man's eyes. "No, I have to appease my girlfriend."

"You don't need to coax me, just be quiet."

He brought his lips closer and gently nibbled on her ear. "Think back carefully. I wanted to end this sooner, wasn't it you who wouldn't let go?"

Now, her face, earlobes, and neck were all flushed red. "Get away from me!"

He chuckled softly, his chest heaving. "You won't let me tell the truth?"

Lin Zaoyi felt like she was about to explode. Not only her head, but her whole body turned to the side, and she ignored him the whole way until she got off the bus.

As Lin Zaoyi approached the office, she overheard her colleagues chatting inside, saying that one of the interns who came yesterday was President Ming's daughter.

Most people think it's Fu Sipei.

One older woman said with absolute certainty, "Trust me, it's definitely Si Pei. I looked around, and she was the most well-dressed and drove the best car. President Ming's daughter wouldn't be so shabby."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zaoyi couldn't help but glance down at her own clothes. Apart from the car, nothing about her was shabby... Also, didn't she see the necklace around her neck?

It's really expensive.

Afraid of going in and feeling awkward, I circled around halfway before turning back. This time there was noise again, but it was the editor-in-chief yelling.

"Are you blind? Can't you see such a huge typo? If you don't check next time, you're fired!"

This time, she truly felt the editor-in-chief's legendary strictness.

The girl sitting next to her was the one who was scolded. She didn't cry, but her eyes were red. This kind of comfort seemed too fake, especially since they weren't close. She handed her a pack of tissues and then opened the People Monthly magazine that the editor had given her yesterday.

Thanks to Tan Zhaojing, I have contact information for most of them.

They first found someone they were somewhat familiar with—Duan Lin.

The previous interview was about his company's strategy; this one is about a person, so there's no conflict.

She slung her bag over her shoulder, hopped on her electric scooter, and headed towards the Duan family's residence.

The secretary recognized her and, unlike last time, was very enthusiastic, saying, "Reporter Lin, you've arrived."

She smiled. "Is Mr. Duan here?"

Secretary: "Yes, yes, but Chief Editor Yuan from Beijing TV is inside right now."

Lin Zaoyi: ?

What a coincidence?

"I'll come another day."

After calculating the time, about an hour later, she called Duan Lin, "Mr. Duan, I recently joined Beijing Television and would like to make an appointment with you. Are you free?"

Duan Lin paused, "You want to make a date too?"

The word "也" is the key word.

I roughly guessed, "Are there any other people?"

"Um, Yuan Lai, is there a conflict?"

certainly.

She chuckled, "That's alright then, you go ahead with your work."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zaoyi fell into a brief moment of contemplation, and she couldn't help but wonder about the coincidence.

In fact, my sixth sense was right. I visited them in turn over the next two days and received the same answer: they had already agreed to Yuan Lai's request.

"Lin Zaoyi".

Fu Sipei came over and asked, "Do you have any plans?"

The two of them were given the same task, which was also a test from the editor-in-chief.

"Not for now."

Fu Sipei smiled innocently, "Me too."

A colleague chimed in, "Si Pei, you don't need to worry, President Ming has a ton of resources."

This piqued Lin Zaoyi's interest; she was quite curious to know how Fu Sipei would respond.

Fu Sipei pouted, omitting the key point, "Well, you still have to rely on yourself."

They neither admitted nor denied it.

My colleague laughed, "You have the looks to back it up."

"That's right, we'll have to rely on you in the future."

With just a few words, she flattered Fu Sipei to the skies. She shook her brightly colored phone case and said, "Don't laugh at me, I'll treat everyone to coffee!"

With Zhao Qingqing around, Lin Zaoyi unconsciously became more eccentric, always showing off what she lacked.

I left my desk and moved into the deserted hallway.

Tomorrow's Friday, if I don't hurry I'll get scolded.

She prayed that He Nian-ge hadn't agreed to Yuan Lai's request. She dialed a number, and after three rings, the other end answered, "Zao Yi."

At that moment, Ji Baishen was in Meng Henian's office. Upon hearing the name, he subconsciously lifted his eyelids. Meng Henian sensed this, looked over, and they stared at each other for a moment. Ji Baishen looked away, his expression unchanged as he flipped through the documents in front of him.

Meng Henian didn't think much of it and replied to Zao Yi, "Yuan Lai made an appointment, but I haven't agreed yet. Okay, since you told me, I understand."

Lin Zaoyi thanked her and asked, "Is it convenient for me to come over now?"

Meng Henian: "Okay, let's go."

After hanging up, Ji Baishen casually asked, "Who wants to come?"

"Morning ceremony."

Having been given prior instructions, Lin Zaoyi had no trouble getting through. When she opened the door, she was surprised to find a guest in He Nian's office.

After greeting them, I politely asked, "Did I disturb you?"

Meng Henian: "We've finished talking."

Lin Zaoyi wasn't sure if He Nian was just being polite, so she kept it brief, saying, "I'm joining Beijing TV now, so my interviews won't be long, about an hour or so. The time depends on you."

Meng Henian didn't ask why he resigned, but to his surprise, Ji Baishen chimed in, "Why did you resign?"

Lin Zaoyi was also surprised. In her memory, President Ji was the same type as Tan Zhaojing—indifferent and unassuming. When asked about it suddenly, she hesitated for a couple of seconds.

She then gave a vague and unconvincing reason: "Beijing TV is more suitable for my development."

Ji Baishen glanced at him, his gaze deepening slightly.

she:"……"

She forced a smile. "Really."

Ji Baishen didn't reply. He poured out a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it, and then, as if remembering something, stubbed it out.

Lin Zaoyi simply attributed it to the other party's self-discipline.

Meng Henian didn't think so. He couldn't help but recall the mahjong game at the club earlier. Today, he stayed here even after finishing his work, and now, for no apparent reason, he put out his cigarette.

He rubbed his temples, hoping his premonition was wrong.

After confirming the time, Lin Zaoyi did not linger any longer. "Brother He Nian, President Ji, you two are busy."

Ji Baishen stood up. "Together."

"Wait a minute," Meng Henian called out to Ji Baishen, "I just remembered there's another detail."

Lin Zaoyi left first.

Men don't usually beat around the bush, but Meng Henian still used a slightly roundabout way of asking, "Do you know that Zhaojing and Zaoyi are together?"

Ji Baishen lifted his half-closed eyelids, met his gaze for a few seconds, and asked, "And then?"

Meng Henian: "...That's all, just so you know."

******

Lin Zaoyi hadn't even left the president's office when she ran into Yuan Lai. It seemed there was no need for any more pretense, and she could even skip the greeting.

As they brushed past each other, Yuan Lai's cool, mocking voice drifted through the air to their ears, "Don't you find it hypocritical?"

Lin Zaoyi roughly understood what Yuan Lai was referring to, and slowed down. "Whether you believe it or not, I was not with Tan Zhaojing at that time. The important thing is that I never agreed to you."

Yuan Lai smiled as usual, but her smile was chilling and cutting. "Do you think your relationship will last?"

cannot.

Lin Zaoyi had a clear understanding from the beginning, and retorted expressionlessly, "I don't know if it will last, but I do know that Tan Zhaojing can't live without me."

A chill ran through Yuan Lai's eyes. "I hope you're just as confident in front of Old Master Tan!"

Lin Zaoyi showed no emotion, mimicking Tan Zhaojing's words from the previous night, "You don't need to worry about that."

He glanced casually towards the office, then said, "President Meng is inside. If it's about commissioning a monthly magazine, I'm sorry, President Meng has already agreed."

With a turn of her body, her back was slender and straight, her steps light and quick, without the slightest sign of weakness.

The person had already turned the corner and disappeared from sight, but Yuan Lai was still standing in the same spot. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure and clarity, but all that rushed in was stale air, and sadness surfaced in her eyes.

She had a smooth life from childhood to adulthood, and her family doted on her, giving her whatever she wanted the next day. However, Tan Zhaojing was the one she could never forget.

She thought it was just a matter of time. Once Tan Zhaojing had the idea of ​​getting married, she asked her parents to show their faces to Tan's grandfather. But then Lin Zaoyi suddenly appeared.

She was naturally unwilling and could not offer her blessings; their illicit relationship could not possibly be blessed by anyone else either.

This is absolutely absurd!

She wanted to see how long their peace would last!