Chapter 225 You look very similar to my daughter who I haven’t contacted for many years
At three o'clock in the morning, when Lin Yan's eyes began to sore as she stared at the ceiling, she finally accepted her fate and turned over.
When she turned over, she saw Su Xin sleeping in a rage beside her. She insisted on sleeping with him tonight and she couldn't get rid of him.
This guy is so carefree, so nice.
Lin Yan covered her with the quilt and turned off the light.
Close your eyes, it's all about Xing Yu.
The pain was real, the heartache was real, but she was also sure that Xing Yu had lied to her.
She never doubted Xing Yu's love for her.
He must have his reasons for doing this.
And that reason must be for her own good.
But if Xing Yu really falls in love with someone else one day, all she can do is accept the fact.
Now her life is not only about love, but also about work, family and friends.
She has to live well no matter what happens.
She only has a little love left, so this time, love yourself well.
She forced herself to clear her mind and finally fell into a light sleep at dawn.
When the alarm clock rang, there was still a hint of dark circles under Lin Yan's eyes.
She washed her face with cold water, put on some light makeup, and wore a suit and a long coat, looking professional as usual.
When she went out, she did not forget to visit Shu Zhicheng in his room.
Shu Zhicheng wakes up very early every day, sits on the edge of the bed, staring out the window in a daze, not knowing what he is thinking about.
Lin Yan walked over, squatted down beside him, and held his calloused hand. "Dad, why did you wake up so early again today? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
She was answered with silence.
Lin Yan has become accustomed to talking to herself in front of him.
After so long, Shu Zhicheng still didn't know who she was. Doctors said he was severely demented and mentally disturbed, and it was impossible for him to recover his normal sanity.
It's like this for the rest of my life.
Lin Yan stood up, straightened his messy white hair, and put a coat on him: "Dad, I'm going to work. I won't be working overtime tonight, so I'll be back early."
After leaving the room, Lin Yan gave a few instructions to the nanny and went out with her computer bag.
Today the company sent her to attend an important meeting as an interpreter.
The client has lived abroad for many years and has just returned to China. He is an old man named Harold.
The conference venue was held in a star-rated hotel in the city center.
Lin Yan arrived half an hour early and as soon as she entered the conference room she saw the old man sitting at the main seat at the conference table.
His hair was gray but neatly combed, he wore a pair of thin-framed glasses on his nose, and his black suit was ironed without a wrinkle.
He looks old, probably in his seventies.
But he looks energetic and very tough.
"Hello, Mr. Harold. I am Lin Yan, your translator for today." Lin Yan walked over, bowed slightly, and continued speaking in fluent English.
"To ensure translation quality, could you please tell me the key points of this meeting in advance? For example, the core requirements of the project and the details you care about most?"
Harold looked up at her, his brows slightly furrowed, and he looked at her again and again.
The eyes behind the lenses gradually became gentle, and he nodded with a smile: "Of course."
Then, he introduced in English, briefly telling Lin Yan from the background of the cooperation to the expected goals.
Lin Yan took notes carefully, occasionally interrupting to confirm a few professional terms and responding skillfully.
As more and more people entered the conference room, Lin Yan saw an acquaintance.
Xing Zhonghua.
Xing Zhonghua walked towards Harold and greeted him respectfully and warmly in English: "Mr. Harold, how are you? Do you remember me? A few years ago, our Xing Group worked with you on a short-term overseas project."
Harold nodded slightly, didn't respond, and gestured for him to take a seat.
Xing Zhonghua saw Lin Yan when he walked to his seat. He frowned in surprise: "Lin Yan, why are you here?"
"I'm the interpreter Mr. Harold asked for today's meeting."
"You?" Xing Zhonghua only said one word, full of disdain, and ignored her.
At the beginning of the meeting, Mr. Harold wanted to expand his overseas business back to China and seek a domestic partner.
Lin Yan was fully focused on switching between Chinese and English, capturing every detail. Nearly two hours had passed until the last topic was over.
Bosses from major companies came forward one after another to hand in their business plans, trying desperately to establish a relationship with this legendary overseas businessman.
The social skills and flattery in the workplace were fully displayed at this moment.
It seems that this Mr. Harold is a big shot.
Even people of Xing Zhonghua's status have to respect him.
not simple.
After the crowd dispersed, the conference room finally became quiet.
"Ms. Lin, you have a very high level of professionalism, are very responsive, and your grammar is impeccable. Did you grow up abroad?"
Familiar Chinese words suddenly rang in her ears. Lin Yan was stunned and looked up at Harold.
"You... can speak Chinese?" I remembered that I had just confirmed the terminology with him, but now it seemed unnecessary.
The old man took off his glasses and looked at her with admiration.
Then he laughed out loud, warmth filling the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes: "Even though I've lived abroad for decades, I'll never forget my mother tongue."
Lin Yan said calmly, "Then let me ask you, why do you need an interpreter? Besides, someone of your status should have a permanent interpreter."
Harold smiled and said nothing, changing the subject.
"Xiao Lin, let's have dinner together later. You've worked hard today."
Lin Yan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but just as she was about to speak, her cell phone rang. When the screen lit up, it was her boss. She gestured slightly to Harold and walked aside to answer the call.
"Mr. Lu."
"Lin Yan, is the meeting over?"
"Just finished."
"I've ordered lunch at the hotel. We'll have lunch with Mr. Harold. I've already told him about it in advance."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yan walked back to Mr. Harold and expressed her agreement.
He lowered his head and began to tidy up the computer files on the conference table.
Harold's eyes remained fixed on him until Lin Yan turned around and their gazes met. Harold couldn't help but ask her, "Xiao Lin, are you from Beijing?"
"I guess so."
Harold stared at her face, and felt that her features were too similar to someone else's.
"Xiao Lin, you're so outstanding, it must be inseparable from your parents' cultivation, right? Are your parents also translators? Where are they working now?"
Lin Yan was speechless for a moment, feeling sad.
"No," she said honestly, "My father is sick and needs care, and my mother has passed away. I chose this major because I like it."
"I'm sorry, Xiaolin, I didn't mean to mention your sad story." Harold said apologetically, then sighed deeply.
"Xiao Lin, I don't mean anything else. I just think... you look very similar to my daughter who I haven't been in touch with for many years..."
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