Chapter 150 Xing Yu, Let’s Get Married
The hoarse voice brushed against her eardrums.
Lin Yan patted his back: "Xing Yu, what's wrong with you?"
"No... I just miss you so much..."
Lin Yan put her face against his chest and smiled softly: "Am I not here?"
"Um……"
Lin Yan slowly pushed him away, raised her right hand in front of him, and showed the gentian diamond ring on her ring finger.
"Xing Yu, look, didn't you propose to me a year ago? I had too many concerns at that time and didn't agree to it, but you said that when I made up my mind, I would tell you and you would put it on me yourself."
Lin Yan paused, lowered her eyes to look at the sparkling diamond ring, and then turned her gaze back to him.
"Xing Yu, I put it on myself. Before... I didn't know what love was. After being with you, I slowly realized that being loved is a beautiful and luxurious thing."
"Love is a spiritual practice, and I am willing to learn. I will love you well in the future... My illness is now cured, and the pain in my heart has been let go..."
"Xing Yu, let's get married. Are you...willing to marry me?"
Xing Yu's eyes hurt from her burning gaze.
He looked away for a few seconds, then raised the corners of his lips stiffly as if to escape: "Ayan...are you hungry? I'll go cook first."
Without waiting for her to respond, Xing Yu carried the dishes and walked towards the kitchen.
Lin Yan looked at his back, her eyes dimmed, and a sense of loss and regret flashed through her heart...
The next day, Xing Yu went out of town.
Not long after sending Xing Yu to the airport, Lin Yan received a call from Cheng Qing.
"What's the matter?" Lin Yan spoke first.
"Yan Yan, let's meet tonight."
"Have you decided to tell me the truth?"
Cheng Qing's voice sounded tired. "I've thought it through. This matter is a bit complicated. The video and photo incident wasn't my original intention. I was forced... I'll wait for you downstairs in our community tonight. I'll tell you in person."
"Okay, what time?"
"My husband should be home by 8 o'clock. Only when he gets home will someone look after the kids. Let's meet at 8:30."
"OK."
Lin Yan was about to hang up the phone when Cheng Qing's choked voice continued to come from the receiver.
"Yan Yan... I was sorry for what happened in the past... But since then, every minute and every second I've spent with you, I've treated you with my whole heart... I truly consider you my best friend..."
"That's enough." Lin Yan didn't want to hear such hypocritical words. "Let's talk tonight if you have anything to say. Bye."
After the call, Lin Yan drove Xing Yu's car to a teahouse.
Last night, a former client of her Master of Translation program contacted her and said he wanted to translate a collection of poems.
I made an appointment to talk to him in person today.
Although she now has Lin Zhi and Xing Yu, she is not worried about finances.
But you still can't neglect your work, even if you are a freelance translator, you have to do your job well.
When she arrived at the teahouse, Lin Yan discovered that the Xing Group was across the street.
As you enter the box, the faint aroma of tea hits your nose.
A straight-figured man stood by the window.
Dressed in a suit and tie, well-mannered, familiar yet unfamiliar.
Lin Yan frowned slightly, and the man had already turned around.
The eyes behind the glasses showed a gentle smile.
"Yan Yan."
It turned out to be Song Yanzheng.
Lin Yan remained indifferent as usual: "Why is it you?"
Song Yanzheng walked towards her and pulled out a chair in front of the tea table for her: "Sit down and chat slowly."
"What tricks are you trying to play?"
"Yan Yan, if I don't ask you out in this way, you won't see me."
Lin Yan stood, not intending to sit down: "What's the matter? Tell me."
"It's been a year." Song Yanzheng stared at her with a deep gaze: "I just want to see you."
Lin Yan reminded him coldly, "Song Yanzheng, you have a daughter."
Song Yanzheng sat in front of the tea table, brewing tea skillfully, shaking his head and smiling.
"Yan Yan, I don't have any thoughts about you right now. I have a wife and children, so I won't make any more mistakes. I just heard you were back, and I missed you so much, so I wanted to catch up with you."
"There's no need to reminisce about the past between us."
Song Yanzheng looked calm and composed, not angry at her sharp words.
"Yan Yan, how is your recovery now? Are you well?"
"Um."
"That's good. Where do you work now? Do you want to return to Yishuo? I can say hello to Mr. Zhang."
“No need. Freelance translators are fine.”
"Being a freelance translator is free, but without a good platform to support you, it is difficult to achieve results," Song Yanzheng continued.
"Hasn't your dream always been to become a master in the translation industry? You have the ability to do so, and I happen to have connections who can help you achieve it."
After not seeing each other for a year, Song Yanzheng's features looked more mature and determined.
Her temperament is still as gentle as jade, and she is well-mannered.
But only she could see his ambition and darkness.
All you can do is keep your distance from him.
"Thoughts change with age. Things I once desperately wanted now seem insignificant. You don't need Lawyer Song to worry about my affairs. No, I should call you Mr. Song now. You don't need Mr. Song to worry about me. I'm doing well."
Song Yanzheng sipped his tea, ignoring the sarcasm in her words, and continued to speak gently, "Yan Yan, why don't you come to Xing? Xing happens to be recruiting translators. The salary will definitely be higher than what you're getting at Master of Translation. You should consider it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yanzheng's cell phone rang.
He picked it up, took a look at it, hung up calmly, and looked at her again.
"Yan Yan, don't be so resistant to me. I only treat you as my sister now. No matter what, I hope you are well."
"I'm not interested in being your sister. That's all. I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving now."
Lin Yan left very decisively. Song Yanzheng stood up from his chair but did not chase after her.
The phone rang again, and Song Yanzheng answered it expressionlessly.
"What's wrong, Yingxue?"
"Yan Zheng...where are you? Nan Xin has been injured for two days and you haven't come back to see her. Are you done with your work?"
"Not yet. There's a lot of work at the company."
"When will you be back? I haven't seen you for almost a month...How about I bring Nan Xin to the company to see you?"
"No. I'll be back tonight."
"Okay! Then I'll cook for you myself."
Song Yanzheng's tone suddenly softened. "Yingxue, has the lawyer taken care of the share issue?"
"It's being processed. I've taken my mother's shares and transferred them to your name along with my own. It should be done in the next two days."
"Okay, let's keep this a secret for now. Yingxue, thank you for your understanding. After all, Xing Mo has never looked at me, the vice president, straight in the eye. Only with the equity in my hands can I have the confidence to confront him head-on."
"I know Yan Zheng. I've seen everything you've done for the company. You deserve these shares."
After hanging up the phone, Song Yanzheng turned off the phone.
The next second, he turned on his phone again, stared at the wallpaper with the letter "Y" on the screen, and slowly opened his mouth.
"Yan Yan...wait..."
…
In the evening, Lin Yan went to meet Cheng Qing at the agreed time.
As soon as I parked the car and walked into the community, I saw a group of people watching downstairs not far away.
There is a cordon around the area.
Lin Yan took a casual glance and saw Cheng Qing's husband breaking down and crying in the crowd, holding his cell phone and talking on the phone.
An ominous premonition suddenly surged into her heart, and she rushed forward quickly, struggling to push through the crowd.
Then, she saw Cheng Qing lying on the ground with his eyes half-open, his body twitching violently, and blood gushing out of his mouth...
Her scalp tingled and she froze in place.
I could hear the sighs of the onlookers.
"How pitiful... falling from such a high floor... and yet he's still hanging on..."
Lin Yan struggled to move her feet, pulled through the cordon and rushed to Cheng Qing.
Watching Cheng Qing's pupils slowly dilate, tears fell before the sound.
"Cheng Qing..."
Cheng Qing seemed to be waiting for her, slowly raising his hand and opening his mouth desperately.
Lin Yan put her ear close to her mouth: "What do you want to say... Cheng Qing... say..."
A faint and fading voice drifted into her ears like the wind.
"She's not dead... She's not... dead..."
"Yan... Yan... I... I'm... sorry... you..."
As her hand dropped, tears streamed from Cheng Qing's eyes. The moment she closed her eyes, she squeezed out her last utterance.
"I can't bear to leave my child..."
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