The agent looked at Yang Shasha strangely, but only smiled faintly.
"What do you need his contact information for?"
Today is probably the first time she's met Young Master Fu.
"Don't misunderstand, I'm not going to be living with Sister Ling Jiao recently. I can tell that Second Young Master Fu still can't let go of Sister Ling Jiao, and I hope I can help them get back together," Yang Shasha said earnestly.
The agent thought about it and realized that if having more people help them get together, it would be a good thing.
"I'll let the Second Young Master know in a bit and then send it to you, but don't let Ling Jiao know about this."
She seemed immune to whatever her assistant and others said on behalf of Young Master Fu; perhaps someone else quietly offering assistance would have some effect.
She understood that Fu Shiqin was different from the men who had tried to woo her before because she lacked a sense of security since childhood.
Moreover, the Fu family doesn't have as much power struggle as other wealthy families.
In any other family, the three sons would have been fighting tooth and nail for power long ago. But in the Fu family, there was none of that. Fu Hanzheng held the reins, the second son assisted him in the company, and the third son went straight to debut as an artist.
Such a family should be warm and harmonious. She couldn't understand what she was worried about that made it to the point of breaking up.
The agent left the apartment and called Fu Shiqin on his way back to mention Yang Shasha before giving her his contact information.
Ling Jiao removed her makeup, applied a face mask, and came out with a few sets of loungewear.
"You can wear these clothes for now. I'll have someone buy some other daily necessities later."
“My work schedule isn’t too tight lately, and I’ll be staying in Beijing. You can stay here for the time being.”
...
"Sister Ling Jiao, there's no need to go to so much trouble. It's just a minor injury," Yang Shasha said.
Ling Jiao insisted, "You were injured while saving me, so it's my responsibility to take good care of your injuries."
Otherwise, I'll always feel like I owe someone a favor.
"Then... I won't stand on ceremony," Yang Shasha said with a light laugh.
Ling Jiao checked the time and asked.
"I'm going to cook something, is noodles okay?"
"Okay." Yang Shasha nodded and followed her to the kitchen. "Sister Ling Jiao, do you always live alone?"
"Mmm," Ling Jiao replied as she rummaged through the refrigerator for ingredients.
"What about your family? Aren't you going back to see them?" Yang Shasha asked.
Ling Jiao smiled sadly, "My grandfather has passed away, and I'm all alone now."
"Where are your parents?" Yang Shasha asked.
Ling Jiao pursed her lips and remained silent for a while before speaking indifferently.
“My father died before I was born, and my mother left after I was born. I never met her.”
She only knew from her relatives that the woman had remarried, and nothing else.
Anyway, she had long since stopped caring about having this mother.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Yang Shasha felt apologetic for bringing up something so painful.
Ling Jiao wasn't particularly sad; she remained remarkably calm.
"It's nothing. My grandfather treated me very well when he was alive, so I'm not doing badly even without them."
Yang Shasha smiled gently and asked.
Haven't you thought about going to find your mother?
"No, I don't need it." Ling Jiao's attitude was firm, even somewhat cold.
She grew up without a mother when she was little, and now that she's grown up, there's even less need for her to look for her.
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