Not long after she left the company, Lin Congzhi placed his trusted confidants in charge, seemingly to manage this group of people who had been lazy for a long time.

No wonder the company's performance improved; there are certain reasons for it.

"Besides supervising others, have you been supervising me?"

Lin Congzhi's confidant, as if facing a formidable enemy, hurriedly replied, "President Jiang, don't joke around, how could I dare to supervise you?"

Jiang Yimei frowned slightly: "What, are you afraid of me?"

A close associate of Lin Tsung-chih emphasized: "It wasn't me, it was General Manager Lin."

If Lin Congzhi's words after drinking were true, then what his confidants said must be true.

This demon was actually afraid of her; she really didn't know what to say.

Isn't it always been her who's afraid of him?

Even so, she felt sweet inside, as if she were being pampered.

Though she couldn't hide her joy, she asked with a serious expression, "How long have you been with him?"

Lin Congzhi's confidant: "It's been a long time."

Jiang Yimei retorted coldly, "A long time? You look no more than twenty-three years old, just graduated from university. How can it be a long time?"

Lin Congzhi's confidant: "It's not convenient to disclose that."

This was a secret between him and Lin Congzhi, and no matter how Jiang Yimei mocked or pressed him, he would not tell her unless Lin Congzhi gave his permission.

Although Lin Congzhi's confidant was young, he didn't seem like someone to be trifled with. Jiang Yimei didn't press him for details, but instead changed the subject: "You've been with Lin Congzhi for so long, do you understand his temperament?"

"Of course I understand!" Lin Congzhi's confidant replied without room for doubt: "In front of others, President Lin is always stern and ruthless; but in front of you, President Lin always acts gently, like a boy who has seen a treasure and always wants to protect the treasure he cherishes, regardless of the consequences."

Hearing this, Jiang Yimei felt a sweet feeling in her heart again.

Lin Congzhi is being too good to her! Didn't he stop liking her? How could this be?

She really didn't understand.

What was his purpose in returning to China?

Lin Congzhi's confidant shook his head: "I don't know. All I know is that everything he did was for you."

Jiang Yimei found it absurd: "Isn't he too much of a chauvinist? Did he even ask how I felt?"

Lin Congzhi's confidant defended him, saying, "President Lin did make some mistakes, but it was all for your own good."

Jiang Yimei said sternly and angrily, "I don't need this kind of flattery without my consent."

Lin Congzhi's confidants immediately shut up and remained silent.

The more Jiang Yimei thought about it, the angrier she became, as if she had returned to last Saturday.

However, thinking about Lin Congzhi's current situation, he calmed down.

Perhaps Lin Congzhi truly loved her, but his way of loving her was wrong, and she couldn't accept it.

...

Upon arriving at the garage and getting into the car, Jiang Yimei was driven by Lin Congzhi's confidant to Lin Congzhi's residence.

As the car drove into the city, skyscrapers gradually rose from the ground.

Lin Congzhi lived in a more prosperous area, which is the difference between the rich and others; they always occupy the best locations.

In the heart of a cluster of high-rise buildings, the car drove into a residential community.

Just before arriving at the residential area, four imposing characters appeared before Jiang Yimei's eyes—Tianxin Residential Area.

I heard that the average price of apartments in Tianxin Residential Area is over 50,000 yuan per square meter, almost 60,000 yuan per square meter. Each floor is worth tens of millions of yuan, which is unimaginable for working people.

The people living here are all wealthy.