Chapter 233 Ayan, I'm not as poor as you think
Lin Yan was about to refuse.
Lu Linfeng continued, his tone as natural as a friend: "Lin Yan, there's a new French restaurant nearby. They say the foie gras is very authentic. Shall we go try it?"
She understood Lu Linfeng's thoughts. This was the fifth time he invited her to dinner since she joined the company.
She raised her head and refused directly: "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, I don't have time."
"Are there other arrangements?"
"Yes." Lin Yan nodded and said, "My husband is waiting for me at home."
The air stagnated briefly.
The calmness on Lu Linfeng's face faded a little. He looked at Lin Yan, as if judging the truthfulness of this sentence.
"Lin Yan, I've never seen anyone come to pick you up in the two months since you joined Huasheng. I've also never heard you mention your husband. Is this an excuse you made up?"
"Mr. Lu, that's not an excuse. I'm really married. My husband was injured recently and didn't have time to pick me up."
There was a hint of inquiry in Lu Linfeng's eyes.
He put his hands in his suit pockets and smiled elegantly: "Okay, in that case, I won't ask you for time. I'm just curious, you are so outstanding, what does your husband do?"
Lin Yan: "Boxing coach."
Lu Linfeng looked at her thoughtfully, his eyes falling on her slender arms. He couldn't imagine what it would look like for her to stand next to a muscular boxing coach.
"Boxing coach..." He repeated slowly, half believing and half doubting, and did not ask any further questions: "Okay, then next time there is a chance, invite your husband to have dinner together."
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After get off work, Lin Yan drove to Manzun.
It gets dark early in winter, and night had already fallen when we arrived at Manzun.
There was a sports car parked in front of the hotel.
It was the one she had seen in the parking lot this morning.
The tall man in black leather jacket leaned against the car door and looked forward from time to time.
Seems like waiting for someone.
Manzun has a dedicated valet. Lin Yan handed the car to the valet and walked quickly into the hotel.
"stop."
A man's voice.
Lin Yan's high heels paused, and she subconsciously turned around. The tall man was looking at her with his eyes slightly narrowed.
Lin Yan glanced around and found that she was the only one there.
"Are you calling me?"
"Um."
"Do we know each other?"
Lin Yan could feel the man's gaze on her face, stopping and moving again.
Then, his bland tone was heard.
"Are you from Beijing?"
It's a sudden question, without any reason.
"how?"
The man's tone didn't change: "I think you look like a relative of mine."
In this situation, Lin Yan could only classify him as a scumbag who was just trying to pick up girls.
She didn't answer and turned away.
"Hello." The voice behind him continued: "Do you know a woman named Shang Jing..."
He suddenly stopped talking halfway, and Lin Yan was curious.
He walked straight past her, and a smile appeared on his face, which had been cold just now.
There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
Lin Yan followed his gaze and was stunned.
It’s Wenxi.
She watched the man walk towards Wenxi, his back looking like a dog wagging its tail to greet its owner.
"Sister, are you off work? Come on, I'll take you home."
Lin Yan actually heard the meaningful word "sister".
Wenxi's brother?
However, this "sister" doesn't sound pure...
While she was thinking about it, Wenxi's eyes were already looking at her.
Her eyes were stunned for a moment, then quickly returned to their former clarity and grace.
Wenxi walked towards her and handed her the room card: "Lin Yan, come upstairs quickly, Xing Yu is waiting for you. I'm going home first, and I'll come over tomorrow when you get to work."
"Thank you for your help."
Lin Yan walked quickly, anxious to see Xing Yu, without giving much thought to the relationship between Wen Xi and that man.
As I swiped my card and walked into the suite, my eyes met Xing Yu's.
Xing Yu was wearing a loose dark gray knitted sweater and sitting in a wheelchair facing the door, obviously waiting for her.
She didn't say anything. She ran over, squatted beside the wheelchair, and gently rested her head on his thigh. She raised her eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Coach Xing, did you miss me?"
Xing Yu lowered his eyes and looked at her. He wrapped her red, frozen hands and rubbed them in his palms: "Yes, I do."
"Rubbing like this is useless, it's still cold." Lin Yan pulled her hand out of his palm and passed it through the hem of his sweater to his abdominal muscles: "It's warm here."
Xing Yu let her do as she pleased and touched her face: "Are you hungry?"
“A little.”
"What do you want to eat? I'll call the executive chef and have it prepared and delivered to you."
"Do you still have Chef Manzun's phone number? Did Wang Yixun give it to you?"
Xing Yu didn't respond, just raised his lips.
Lin Yan's hands were warm and she let go of his abdominal muscles.
Unconsciously, she intertwined her fingers with Xing Yu's, raised her eyes, and suddenly said to him seriously, "Xing Yu, I transferred some money to Wang Yixun today."
"Transfer money?"
"Yeah." Lin Yan: "I know you and Wang Yixun have a good relationship and don't differentiate between you and me, but no matter how good the relationship is, you can't take things for granted."
"I checked, and the Manzun presidential suite costs six figures a night. You've been living here for quite a while, so I think you should pay a small amount as a token of your appreciation."
"Wang Yixun is a businessman after all, so we can't keep bothering him. So I transferred some money to him, so you can live more comfortably, right?"
Xing Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Ayan, I feel very at ease."
Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Lin Yan became more serious, took a small stool and sat in front of him, very serious.
"Xing Yu, seriously, even brothers have to settle accounts, let alone friends. There are only six presidential suites in Manzun, and you've been hogging one all day. Just calculate how much money they've lost in one night."
"Yeah." Xing Yu nodded in agreement. "My wife is right. I really can't always bother others. I wasn't thoughtful enough. I'll change it. So...how much did you transfer to Wang Yixun?"
Lin Yan stretched out a finger.
Xing Yu: "One million?"
"Where do I get so much money?"
"One hundred thousand?"
"no……"
"Is it ten thousand?"
"Yeah." Lin Yan continued, "It's a bit hard for us to pay the rent, but we can still afford the utilities."
Xing Yu was amused: "Ayan, it's a little bit harder."
Lin Yan became serious again: "Xing Yu, I'm not being stingy. I have to plan for our future. Think about it, your father will definitely not agree to us being together. When the time comes, he will definitely come up with some words like severing the father-son relationship. We definitely can't rely on the Xing family."
"I have my brother here, but he's going to start a family in the future. It's not good to always spend his money. We still have to rely on ourselves."
"You bought this house in Jingbei. I'm afraid you've used up all the savings you've saved over the years. Your boxing gym in Longping probably doesn't make much money each month. My salary plus the freelance translator's fees bring me around 30,000 to 50,000 yuan a month, which is more than enough for us to live on. But we still have to get married, have children, and raise them, so I have to budget carefully."
Xing Yu didn't expect her to think so much, and his chest felt hot.
"Ayan, come here."
Lin Yan stood up from the stool, squatted in front of him and looked up: "What's wrong?"
Xing Yu opened his arms: "Get up, let me hold you for a while."
Lin Yan stood up, bent down and hugged him, moving carefully for fear of touching his left leg.
Xing Yu was very strong and held her tightly, rubbing her neck gently.
Lin Yan moved her head: "Okay...Have you hugged me enough?"
Xing Yu didn't let go and spoke in a low voice.
"Ayan, I'm not as poor as you think. Never worry about money."
"Ayan, if... I mean if..."
"If I were President Manzun, what would you think?"
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