While Chu Yu was still dealing with Lu Xiangxi, Lin Yang's phone suddenly rang.

Both of them looked at her. She bent down and stepped back, gesturing for them to continue, and went out to answer a phone call.

After closing the ward door, Lin Yang finally had time to look down and check the incoming call notifications.

Mr. Ex.

The name is written in the note above.

Why would he call her himself?

"Hello? Sir?" She didn't dare let the phone ring for too long, so even though she had some doubts, she pressed the answer button first.

"The usual place, let's meet." Without any preamble, Mr. Ex got straight to the point.

Before Lin Yang could reply with whether he agreed or disagreed, the other end of the line hung up on its own.

Looking at the ten-second call log, Lin Yang swallowed the words of refusal that were about to come out of her mouth.

Well, fine, she'll go. She didn't dare refuse.

After all, she had only recently discovered that all her resources in the entertainment industry were connected to Mr. Ex.

If you upset him, wouldn't that be like ending your own life?

Lin Yang put her phone back in her bag, turned around, and wanted to go inside to tell them that she had to leave first.

But as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, Chu Yu's voice, coaxing Lu Xiangxi, came through the poorly soundproofed door.

Never mind, I'd better not bother them.

Lin Yang released her hand from the doorknob and took out her phone again.

"I have to go now. I've already paid the medical bills, so focus on recovering." After editing the message, Lin Yang pressed the send button.

Then he left without looking back.

*

An old house in the suburbs of Jinling.

This was Lin Yang's second time here, and she was much more skilled.

Turning left and right, we followed the same guide from last time to the innermost study on the third floor.

Before she entered, the housekeeper specifically reminded her, "The master has been drinking and is not in a good mood."

Lin Yang nodded, understanding the situation, and cast a grateful glance at the butler.

Lin Yang tidied her perfectly intact hair again, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her tension.

Sigh, I don't know why, but she always felt extremely nervous, both physically and mentally, whenever she saw Mr. Ex.

After dawdling for a few minutes, Lin Yang finally dared to knock on the study door.

"Come in." The words were exactly the same as last time, except that this time the tone was tinged with a hazy drunkenness.

The door was still unlocked from the inside, and Lin Yang pushed it gently, and it opened.

As she walked in, before she could even turn around to close the door, a shadow loomed behind her, towering more than a head above her, blocking out the light shining in.

Before Lin Yang could react, Mr. Ex pulled her into his arms from behind.

His hands were wrapped around her waist, not gently at all, leaving no gaps, holding her tightly as if he wanted to melt her into his body.

"Lin Yang, you bad woman." Mr. Ex rested his chin on her head and inexplicably uttered this complaint.

With each word he spoke, his breath, tinged with the smell of alcohol, entered Lin Yang's nostrils.

"What... is wrong with me?" The smell of alcohol was unpleasant, but she couldn't cover her mouth and nose with her hands.

“You have broken my heart.” Mr. Ex freed one hand and placed it on the back of Lin Yang’s hand, guiding her to place her hand on his heart.

What?

When did this happen?

So, when rich people get drunk and call others over, it's just to accuse them of something baseless?

Lin Yang felt wronged, but she didn't say anything.

In the moment she looked down, she noticed that her hand, which was resting on the back of her hand, had been covered with several ugly scars.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a new scar; it looked like it had been there for a long time.

But when I saw him last time, his hands were clearly bare.

“Sir, are you injured?” Lin Yang continued his question, pointing to the scar on the back of his hand.