Chapter 21: The Vain Male Wife of the Domineering Boss
01 felt that he had understood, and he said excitedly: [Now is the time when the mission target is the most vulnerable. If you, the host, show up at this time to care for him and warm him, you can become his salvation and his light! 】
01 Cheer up Lin Zhi; [Come on, host! I will mute myself from now on so as not to disturb you! 】
01 I think its host is so kind, having the courage to go to the mountain where there is a tiger and feed the wolf with his own body! This will definitely melt the ice in the target's heart!
Lin Zhi listened to the voice of the system in his mind and did not respond.
In fact, his thoughts had nothing to do with warmth and healing, and he would not look at Mingyao with a compassionate condescending attitude.
It’s just that this is a great opportunity, and those unforgettable memories for Mingyao will make him think of them from time to time.
He would use his existence to add something to these memories, so that when Mingyao inevitably recalled the rainy night many years ago, she would remember his face clearly as well.
He would weave a beautiful dream for Mingyao, so that when Mingyao locked onto a certain memory, his brain would project the beautiful scene about him. This would continue to accumulate with the passage of time and the number of memories, making people unconsciously addicted.
Who says this isn’t redemption in another sense?
The sound of wind and rain became more intense, making the trees in the yard rustle. Raindrops as big as beans hit the glass. Lightning pierced the clouds, bringing a moment of brightness.
The dog in the living room barked a few times nervously, and the servant who usually fed and took it for walks had received instructions in advance and took the puppy to his room.
The light was dim and there was a damp smell in the air.
Lin Zhi raised her hand and knocked on the door politely. The sound was light and did not stand out among the sounds of rain and thunder.
Mingyao didn't hear the knock on the door. He was half-sitting on the bed with his eyes closed as if he was dozing off, and his face was a little pale.
The sounds of lightning and thunder, the harsh sound of tires gripping the ground, the loud crash, his mother's screams, the stench of burnt gasoline, the sound of sirens... these were memories that he could not forget and tormented him over and over again.
The pain in his calf was sharp, as if repeating the agony of being squeezed nearly to the point of breaking that day, constantly irritating his tense nerves.
When he woke up from a coma that day, it was not yet midnight. His father was standing beside his bed, his eyes empty and indifferent, a strange look he had never seen before.
The man, who looked much older, said in a vague voice, "Your mother is gone. Please kowtow to her."
Mingyao remembered that it seemed to take him a while to understand the meaning of this sentence. The great sadness and regret made his brain blank and almost dull.
His mother was lying on the bed next to him. He still remembered that before the accident she had said that she would cook his favorite dishes for him in the evening.
Every second seemed to be distorted and stretched on the timeline. Mingyao remembered that he was dragged to the ground by his father. His legs were in pain, the bracket of the IV drip was pulled off track, and the needle in his hand fell off and bleeding.
It rained heavily that day. My mother had wounds on her face, and she looked peaceful with her eyes closed.
Mingyao couldn't remember what happened afterwards. It was probably because his grandparents came and they had an argument. He had a headache and passed out again.
When he woke up again, everything seemed the same as before. His father and mother were not in the ward. His grandmother was by his side, telling him that it was not his fault.
Mingyao knew that grandma had heard his father's almost irrational scolding yesterday.
If he hadn't insisted on going out to play ball with his friends when the weather was bad, why would his mother have worried that he wouldn't be able to come back because of the heavy rain and go out to pick him up?
Painful memories are like a rusty saw, cutting people's nerves back and forth, but also making people taste a hint of survival in the bitterness.
The sound of the door opening attracted Mingyao's attention, and the young man who walked in from the door gradually approached.
A huge feeling of rejection gushed out from his heart. Ming Yao was not targeting Lin Zhi. At this time, he refused anyone to get close to him.
Because pain is sometimes so private that no one is allowed to get involved in it.
He restrained himself from using cold and hurtful words to drive her away, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't need any visitors today, please leave immediately."
In the occasional light, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot, cold and extremely aggressive.
The heavy rain made Mingyao irritable and extremely exclusive.
He didn't want to see Lin Zhi, nor did he want to hear Lin Zhi's voice. He didn't want intimacy and had no desire. He just wanted to be alone.
If Lin Zhi got any closer, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't hurt him if he lost control.
"I'm not here to visit you because of a mission," the young man standing beside his bed said calmly, looking into his eyes, "I'm just worried that you might be afraid of thunder."
There was no worry in this sentence, which even seemed a little clumsy under normal circumstances. However, it miraculously smoothed out the thorns in Mingyao's heart amid the huge thunder and rain.
Mingyao thought of the puppy that carried the rag doll in its mouth to look for Lin Zhi, and she felt a sense of grievance that she couldn't explain.
I didn't come to see him on so many rainy days, and I didn't ask about the puppy whether he was scared or not.
She was so distant and seemed not to care about him at all, yet she would say things to him that seemed to belong to him.
"Can I stay?"
Lin Zhiru asked, but her body trembled unconsciously, and she almost whispered, "Mr. Ming, I feel a little cold."
Due to the dim light and the obstruction of the bed, Mingyao could not see his clothes clearly. He just listened to Lin Zhi's voice and felt that he seemed really cold.
The words of rejection kept circling on his lips but were never spoken out loud. Mingyao didn't know why his feeling of rejection disappeared.
This seemed to be a tacit consent. Lin Zhi lifted the quilt, lay on the bed, and moved closer to Mingyao.
Mingyao touched his cold and soft palm and felt his body trembling slightly.
Like a flower blown by cold rain, it strives hard to absorb warmth.
The pain in my calf is still vivid, but the painful memories fade away like fading ink after being disturbed.
Mingyao didn't want to do anything else to divert his attention. For him, recalling the past on this day was a kind of memorial act, and he even felt a kind of self-torture pleasure.
He felt that he should push Lin Zhi away coldly, or go back to an earlier time and tell Lin Zhi sternly that he was not afraid of thunder and give a clear order to expel her.
But his body did not follow the brain's command. He could even feel Lin Zhi's hand slowly getting warm.
"Mingyao."
This was the first time that Lin Zhi called Ming Yao by his full name in front of him. He sat up from the bed without letting go of Ming Yao's hand.
"Happy birthday."
There was no smile of joy or celebration on Lin Zhi's face; it seemed like an overly bland narration.
Lin Zhi's hand was suddenly clenched with such force that he had no doubt that Ming Yao wanted to crush him like this.
Mingyao's expression became extremely sinister, with rage accumulating in the silent coldness.
From the time he was seventeen until now, Mingyao has never celebrated his birthday again.
Lin Zhi certainly knew that he had stepped into Mingyao's minefield. This was what he called taking a risk. If Mingyao pushed him away, it would mean that he had failed. Obviously, he did not fail.
He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
His preparation and his gradual progression were the reasons why Mingyao didn't push him away.
"Want to kiss?"
Even though his wrist was painful from being held, Lin Zhi still showed a smile on his face.
To celebrate his birthday, he brought no gifts because he was the gift.
Lin Zhi has an extremely beautiful face. This kind of beauty is non-aggressive. His eyes are slightly innocent and soft, his nose is delicate, and his lips are naturally upturned, which makes it very easy for him to gain the favor of others.
Therefore, this feeling of beauty makes people feel harmless and even pure, so when he utters the words of invitation, the contrast is like densely growing petals, filling the person's chest.
The sound of rain became louder and louder, and the rumbling of thunder seemed to tear the sky apart.
Mingyao's heart seemed to be held so tightly that it hurt. His brain seemed unable to think about Lin Zhi's thoughts and intentions, and only Lin Zhi's voice echoed in his voice.
Want to kiss?
Want to... kiss?
Greed shortens social distance, and habitual arrogance cannot withstand the torrential rain of desire.
Because of his social status, Ming Yao looked down on many people. Even Lin Zhi was outside the line he drew at the beginning. But he didn't know when Lin Zhi had invaded his territory. He indulged her in resistance and became addicted in indulgence.
The rationality responsible for arguing has long been stripped away, and the sharp and impatient urging oppresses the nerves.
Lin Zhi sat astride Ming Yao's body. Ming Yao placed his palms on his lower back, pulling him closer to his arms.
This was an action that demonstrated a strong desire for control. Lin Zhi fell into Ming Yao's arms and was grabbed by the back of the head.
Lin Zhi is a web weaver who plans every step, but his prey is not the weak ones who follow his pace.
Lin Zhidao didn't mind, and even enjoyed this desire to destroy. Perhaps it was because his life was too routine and could not tolerate any mistakes, so Mingyao always made him feel very good.
When Lin Zhi got closer, Mingyao realized that he was different.
The intense stimulation and strong heart palpitations made everything even more confusing, and the pain in the legs gave everything a different meaning.
Mingyao's face remained as cold as ever, but he passed by the traces on his fingertips and said, "Strawberry flavor."
This gesture made Lin Zhi tempted, and the carnivorous plant was ready to move and could not hide its fangs.
He chuckled and said, "Do you like it, Mr. Ming? Or maybe we can try a different flavor next time. How about peach?"
The warm fire that could not be extinguished by the rainstorm lingered in the dim world that was almost submerged.
There is a decorative pocket on the upper left corner of Lin Zhi's large T-shirt, which is barely long enough to fit a folded tissue or two Durex.
Mingyao held one of Lin Zhi's hands, leaving a circle of bruises on it. Mingyao eased his force and held Lin Zhi's fingers, so Lin Zhi had to use his other hand to take out the things in his pocket, put them in his mouth and prepared to tear them open.
A flash of lightning illuminated his face. His expression was ordinary, yet it made people almost crazy.
Unfortunately, it was never used in the end, because Lin Zhi tried hard and found that the store gave away regular sizes, which did not match Mingyao's.
After a brief moment of surprise, Lin Zhi said, "I have an electronic version of the physical examination report..."
However, before he could finish his words, Ming Yao had already given his answer.
Lin Zhi found that his judgment of this field might not be enough, so much so that his previous preparations seemed a bit reluctant.
Perhaps because Mingyao is a cripple, people think he is very weak, but this is obviously not the case.
Sweat trickled down Lin Zhi's slender white neck, and his eyes were soft and moist, as if they had hidden a spring.
The rain outside the window never stops, washing the world tirelessly.
The dark clouds covered the autumn afternoon sky as if it were night, making people feel confused as if time and space were intertwined.
"Mingyao..."
He called his name again, like a moist and warm flower.
In a sense, Lin Zhi is actually a person who is consistent inside and out. When he is truly happy and defenseless, his truthfulness is as identical as his falsehood.
Mingyao's heart suddenly started beating very fast. He was also experiencing palpitations, but this feeling was different from the surge just now.
Just now he wanted to crush and devour Lin Zhisheng to death, but now he felt a bit helpless and didn't know how to express it.
Mingyao didn't know that this emotion was called "shyness". After all, in his world, he had hardly ever felt this emotion.
The hour hand moved backwards, and Lin Zhi bit the tip of his index finger, feeling a little powerless.
His brows were lazy and he was struggling to escape.
But the prey had already broken free from the spider web and trapped him in it.
It's obvious that his legs can't move, Lin Zhi thought so, and turned her back to Ming Yao, tears falling uncontrollably.
Mingyao kissed the back of his neck, his dark eyes filled with unconscious obsession.
The rain continued for several hours and finally stopped, but the sky did not clear up for long as showers began to fall again.
In the evening, visibility outside is even lower.
Mingyao couldn't help but press his aching calf and looked at Lin Zhi who was sleeping beside him.
The memories that had tortured him repeatedly showed no sign of appearing at this moment, and even the rainy day seemed to be tainted with a damp and sweet scent.
Mingyao thought that after trying it once, he might not be interested in it anymore and it was just a whim, but obviously that was not the case.
It is a wonderful feeling of fullness, where even the heart is filled to overflowing with emotions, and it is so satisfying that even time can stop at this moment.
At this moment he even miraculously understood his father's paranoia and some of his thoughts.
Is this the feeling of love?
He likes Lin Zhi?
This thought kept circling in my mind, even with a hint of lightness.
And the most wonderful thing is that Lin Zhi is his wife.
They are in a marriage relationship, and they are the closest people both legally and morally.
Not only did he have to buy a ring for Lin Zhi, but he also had to have a wedding. Should he propose to her again? All these thoughts were so complicated that even though the pain in his legs was still severe, Mingyao still had a good sleep on the rainy day.
When Lin Zhi woke up, he sat on the bed for a long time, feeling somewhat troubled.
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon and he had slept for so long.
He looked at the wrinkled T-shirt that had fallen on the ground at some point, slowly walked to Mingyao's cloakroom, picked out a shirt and put it on, then slowly left Mingyao's room.
The dry feeling made him want to clean up. Mingyao's room didn't have his toiletries, so he might as well go back to the fourth floor.
It was a bit difficult for Lin Zhi to walk up the stairs, so she took the elevator barefoot.
In the study, Mingyao, who was in a meeting, made a pause gesture and turned off the microphone.
There was a very urgent meeting just now, and Ming Yao didn't want to wake up Lin Zhi, so he went to the study. He kept the surveillance on to avoid Lin Zhi waking up without him noticing.
Lin Zhi's appearance made Mingyao feel extremely nervous. He was worried that other people would see Lin Zhi's appearance, but when he saw the elevator stop on the fourth floor, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After quickly finishing the meeting, Mingyao took the elevator and went to the fourth floor.
Before knocking on the door, Mingyao nervously straightened his clothes. He did not go to the company today and was wearing casual clothes, so there were no wrinkles that needed to be straightened.
The door was quickly opened from the inside. Lin Zhi was wearing pajamas with a few ambiguous red marks on her neck.
"Mr. Ming, I borrowed your shirt and I will return it after I wash it."
Lin Zhi's voice was a little hoarse. He sat on the bed lazily and yawned.
Lin Zhi curled her lips and said, "By the way, I had a great time yesterday, but I still have to make it clear that the kiss was a birthday gift, nothing else."
01: [Hey hey hey? Host, what are you doing? 】
01 doesn’t understand. It feels that the redemption mission is about to be completed. Logically, the host should be sweet with the mission object, and then the mission object should be inspired by love, so he stands up. Shouldn’t the script be like this?
Lin Zhi did not respond to 01. He knew what 01 was thinking and he didn't intend to do that.
Love and encouragement are too slow. Anyway, it is enough to let Mingyao stand up and be full of hope for life, right? Who says that salvation can only rely on care? For someone with a strong personality like Mingyao, just give him a goal.
Mingyao's enthusiasm in his heart cooled slightly because of Lin Zhi's words. He remembered their previous agreement, the damn agreement that was proposed by him.
A transfer text message soon appeared on Lin Zhi's phone. He looked at the amount and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Fifty million? Mr. Ming, this doesn't seem to be what we agreed on."
"I changed my mind. Ten million at a time."
Mingyao found that he was not good at pleasing others and could only use this clumsy method to attract Lin Zhi's attention.
Lin Zhi likes money, and coincidentally, he has a lot of money.
"Thank you, Mr. Ming."
Lin Zhi did not refuse and smiled brightly at Ming Yao.
The air suddenly became quiet, and Mingyao found that he didn't seem to have many topics to discuss with Lin Zhi.
Lin Zhi didn't care that there was a man in the room, and she concealed the kiss mark in front of the mirror.
Fortunately, the original owner had a lot of cosmetics and he didn't throw them away.
After applying concealer, Lin Zhi picked out a set of long shirt and pants from the closet and put them on.
"Are you going out soon?"
Mingyao felt a little embarrassed because of the marks on his body and suddenly noticed this situation.
"Well, Mr. Ji asked me to go to a musical. Fortunately, the rain has stopped today."
Lin Zhi looked at herself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction when she found nothing unusual.
Mingyao asked subconsciously: "Can I not go?"
"Mr. Ming, we agreed not to interfere with each other's social circles."
The implication is that you are meddling too much.
Mingyao could only watch his wife go to meet another man with the traces of their lovemaking.
Ming Yao wanted to hold Lin Zhi's hand, but Lin Zhi walked too fast and his hand only held the wind.
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