Chapter 91: Can we officially start a relationship?
"I'll think about it." Lin Guanghui folded the two resumes together and handed them to Lin Yushan. She had witnessed the stark contrast between the two, Fang Qin's absolute superiority, yet he was actually considering her. It wasn't that he didn't trust her; she was certain of that. There was only one possibility: this male candidate had a special background. She could already guess who had recommended him. She knew that if Fang Qin hadn't satisfied him, he would have made the final decision. He didn't ask for her opinion of either of them, and it would have been pointless for her to say anything; it would have only aroused suspicion. She had no choice but to tread cautiously and follow Lin Yuxun's instructions. "For such an important position, all candidates are from outsiders. I'll follow market rules and ask them to provide their bank statements. I'll check their past records and see if they match their resumes, like a background check." "Great! Go ahead." Lin Guanghui was very interested in the proposal. Fang Qin received a call on her way home and replied that he could compile the information that evening and provide it through online banking. The other party said that it was confidential due to the company's salary levels and was inconvenient to provide. Lin Yushan feigned indifference, not trying to persuade her, saying, "It's okay, I respect your opinion." She thought about it and decided it would be better if he didn't provide it; it would only indicate a problem. Either way, he was being passive. He could never have imagined that even after being directly recommended for an interview with the chairman, he would have to provide bank statements. He must have regretted covering up those months. Half an hour later, he called again, saying he'd carefully considered it and still valued the opportunity, willing to make an exception and provide it, but asking for confidentiality. He was gambling on the strength of his referral relationship, and also on the fact that she wouldn't notice; all that mattered was three months of bank statements. Lin Yao returned home and showered to cool down. Just as she got into bed, Lin Yuxun arrived. She said she wanted to sleep, and he didn't disturb her. He gave her some medicine and asked what she wanted for dinner. She said she had no appetite and wanted porridge, so they'd order takeout. Late in the evening, she woke up and saw Fang Qin's message. She'd called her. Perhaps having heard her on the phone, he knocked on the door and called her for porridge. "Are you feeling better?" "Yeah." "Sorry, what about the credits?" He took her hand. "I'm retaking the course." "How can I make it up to you?" "Don't you always say credits aren't important?" He was speechless. She saw a clay pot of porridge on the dining table, steaming, filling the room with a warm and fragrant aroma. "Did you make this?" She took a look. It was a Chaoshan seafood porridge, a mixture of shrimp, crab, oysters, cilantro, and the like. "Try it." He poured her a bowl...
"I'll think about it." Lin Guanghui stacked the two resumes together and handed them to Lin Yushan.
She saw it with her own eyes. The contrast between the two was too obvious. Fang Qin had an absolute advantage, but he actually had to consider it.
It wasn't that he didn't believe her, she was sure of that.
There was only one possibility, that this male candidate had a special background, and she could guess who recommended him at this time.
She knew that if Fang Qin's performance had not satisfied him, he would definitely make the final decision on that man.
He didn't ask her what she thought of the two of them. It was useless for her to say anything, and it would only arouse suspicion. She could only tread on thin ice and do what Lin Yuxun told her.
"For such an important position, all candidates are from outside. According to market rules, should I ask them to provide bank statements? I can learn about their past and see if it matches their resume, which can be considered a background check."
"Very good! You do it."
Lin Guanghui was very interested in this proposal.
Fang Qin received a call from her on the way home and replied that she would be able to sort it out and provide it that evening, and it would be available through online banking. The other person said that it was related to the confidentiality of the company's salary levels and was not convenient to provide it.
Lin Yushan pretended to be indifferent and didn't do any ideological work. She said, "It's okay. I respect your opinion."
She thought that if he didn't offer anything better, it would be a sign of a problem. In any case, he was passive.
He never imagined that even after being directly recommended to the chairman for an interview, he would still have to provide bank statements. He must be regretting covering up those months.
Half an hour later he called again and said that he had considered it seriously and still valued the opportunity very much. He was willing to make an exception and hoped that it would be kept confidential.
He was betting on the strength of his referral relationship, and also betting that she wouldn't be able to see it, and all that mattered was three months of cash flow.
After Lin Yao returned home, he took a shower to reduce his fever. As soon as he got into bed and got under the quilt, Lin Yuxun ran over.
She said she wanted to sleep, and he didn't disturb her. He gave her some medicine and asked her what she wanted to eat in the evening. She said she had no appetite and wanted to eat porridge, and they would order takeout later.
Near dusk, she woke up and saw Fang Qin's message, so she called her.
Probably because he heard her talking on the phone, he knocked on the door and called her to eat porridge.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Um."
"I'm sorry, what about the credits?" He pulled her hand.
“It’s been rebuilt.”
"How can I make it up to you?"
"Don't you say every day that credits are not important?"
He was speechless.
She saw a clay pot of porridge on the dining table, steaming, and the whole house was warm and fragrant.
"Did you cook it?" She took a look and saw that it was the Chaoshan seafood porridge made with shrimp, crab, oysters, coriander and other ingredients.
"Try it." He filled a bowl for her. "My mom is from Chaoshan. She used to cook porridge like this when I was a kid. It's very simple to make and warms your stomach."
She tasted it, used the spoon to stir the thick soup in the bowl, and was speechless for a long time.
It tastes very good and sweet. People who cook often know that it is not just a random stew, but a dish that is carefully cooked.
Her stomach instantly warmed up, and she felt a sense of happiness she had never felt before.
At this time, nothing is needed, a bowl of hot porridge can dissolve everything she has.
Seeing that she didn't look at him or say anything, he became nervous, searching her feelings with his eyes, "Not tasty?"
She looked up at him and said deliberately, "It's just so-so...it's okay..."
"How is that possible...Try it carefully. I spent the whole afternoon shopping and picked the freshest seafood. You must not have tasted it. Try it again." He picked up a medium-sized, shelled shrimp from the casserole with chopsticks, blew on it, and held it to her mouth. "Take a bite!"
She was stunned. The calculating and cunning Lin Yuxun in her eyes could not recognize her sarcasm. His mind must be confused.
He was no match for her cunning.
Her nose felt sore and she bit the tip of the chopsticks he handed her. As she chewed, her eyes became moist.
"What's wrong with you?" He reached out and squeezed her hand.
She gave him a look full of tenderness. "It's delicious, very sweet. Is this the flavor you usually like?"
He laughed, "Now I often want to come to your place to eat spicy food, but I never get to. The aftereffects of chili peppers are very serious. I've been thinking about how to settle the score. You've hurt me, and you should settle the score."
"You still dare to eat spicy food?"
"I want something else." He put down the bowl and spoon in his hand, stood up and came to hug her, "Give it to me according to the treatment you gave that child that night."
He had chosen the movie, an old one, Notting Hill. She had watched it countless times by herself, and there was always a day every winter when she suddenly wanted to watch it, a clichéd, fairy-tale comedy romance.
The two of them crawled into a blanket. He sat on the floor with his back against the sofa and hugged her from behind. She leaned against him and leaned against his chest.
She was still running a low-grade fever, and he would touch her head from time to time. Holding her like this in her room was a desire that had grown when he watched the movie with the child that night.
Embraced by this man's protective embrace, her heartbeat never stopped. She could feel his head resting against his Adam's apple, his frequent swallowing and ragged breaths. Even through her thick sweater, she could sense his hands tightening and loosening around her waist, repeatedly regulating his desire, always restraining himself, promising what he had said before he helped her sit down: "I'll hold you."
He probably saw that she was sick.
What he really couldn't control was his mouth. He would take advantage of the plot and kiss her hair from time to time while joking with her.
Moved by emotion, she unconsciously placed her hand on the back of his hand.
He received the signal immediately, as if it had broken his vow, and he grabbed her hand and held it tight.
If she provoked him, how could he let her go?
After lingering behind her for a long time, he pressed his face against her side and asked softly, "Lin Yao, can we officially date?"
She turned around, her face flushed slightly, and looked up at his affectionate eyes. After a while, her gaze followed him to his lips, and they were fixed on each other's lips. She responded to his trembling breathing, slowly approached his face, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips against his as a response.
He was thrilled and wanted to show her that her response was worth it.
The kisses exchanged between their lips, gently and carefully savoring the feeling he had been longing for. Realizing that her rhythm was not matching, he paused, cupped her face, and touched her nose to hers, waiting for her to adjust her breathing.
He sucked and sipped again, but she was always shy and passive, as if she couldn't enjoy the wet, sticky pleasure like him. He could clearly sense that she was eager, and there was love in her eyes. He simply patiently followed her pace.
As his tongue entangled with hers, he quickly turned off the movie with shaking hands.
His tongue shifted between gentle and forceful movements, but he couldn't bear her slowness anymore. He couldn't control himself and turned her over, so she leaned her head against the sofa. He kissed her fiercely and passionately, his hands caressing and rubbing through her clothes sliding down her waist. Her body felt warm and soft. He cupped her rounded shape under her half-cup bra and caressed it, inserting his fingers into the bra to touch sensitive spots, circling and teasing with his fingertips.
She suddenly bent her body to avoid it, used her hands to block, and her flushed face finally left his face, and she turned to the side to get oxygen.
He knew the boundaries she had set for him. After holding his head and calming down for a few seconds, he went forward to hug her and asked in her ear, "Do you feel bad? Are you tired?"
She shook off his hand, too lazy to pay attention to him, and tried to stand up, only to find that her waist was numb and painful and she couldn't move.
He picked her up.
"You should go back." She pushed him away and turned on another row of lights.
"You want me to go back at this time? You're killing me. I haven't even finished watching the movie."
"I don't want to watch anymore. I'm tired. I have to go to work tomorrow and I need to rest."
"My girlfriend is sick, so it's only natural for me to stay overnight to take care of her. I won't disturb you. You can sleep on your bed and I'll sleep on the sofa." He started to act like a spoiled child.
She picked up a pillow and threw it at him, a shy look on her face, "Who asked you to take care of me?"
"You admitted it!"
She bit her lip, ran into the room and closed the door.
"Lin Yao, being too cruel will backfire. Don't force me." He said to her, covering his face with his hands and smiling smugly.
He actually finished watching the movie alone. At around eleven o'clock, his phone rang. It was Lin Yushan. They had agreed to communicate at this time.
"Dingfang is diligent. Let's notify her to start work." Lin Yushan spoke quickly.
This is great news. He glanced towards Lin Yao's door and asked, "How was it decided?"
"That evening, both of them sent me their bank statements. As you'd expected, the man had a flaw. I struck while the iron was hot and went to his study to find him. I told him he was cheating and showed him the flaw. He concluded he must have been fired by his previous employer. He was very happy and immediately made an agreement with me in the study to let the head of HR go the next day."
"This person must have been recommended to him by Jiang Zhiping."
"I expected that. He would have chosen that person. Fang Qin interviewed well, and he was hesitant because he wanted her. Now there's a loophole for him to exploit, so he rejected Jiang Zhiping's recommendation."
"The person Jiang Zhiping recommended to him has now run into problems, so he used Jiang Zhiping to get rid of him without getting himself into trouble. Jiang Zhiping then recommended him a new one, which has its own problems. He should think about this. This matter is settled, and Jiang Zhiping can't do anything about it."
"There's also good news." Lin Yushan paused. "Fang Qin won't be starting for a month, so he's asked me to take charge of human resources in the meantime."
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