Chapter 145: Meal Delivery
The room is small and the furniture is very simple.
A creaking single iron bed, a shabby wardrobe with peeling paint, and a rickety desk almost filled up all the space.
The walls were covered with cheap, curled-edge posters of celebrities, and cobwebs hung in the corners. The only window faced the wall of the building next door, so close that you could see the grime on the other side's window, and almost no light could penetrate.
This is her temporary "home".
Yu Ling stood at the door, her suitcase blocked behind her. She didn't turn on the light, but just stared quietly at the dim, cramped space that exuded a sense of despair.
The stomach cramps were clearly felt.
The cold wind blew into the hollowed-out area of my heart.
Even colder than the emptiness of Genting Highlands.
Even more piercing than the luxury of the "President's Wife's Room".
She walked in slowly, placing her suitcase against the only open space. She didn't turn on the light, nor did she sit down. She simply walked to the single window, which looked like a prison cell, and looked out at the equally dilapidated wall just a few feet away.
for a long time.
She turned around abruptly! She didn't cry or shout. The last bit of fragility in her eyes was completely crushed, leaving only an almost icy, burning determination!
She walked over to the rickety desk, opened her suitcase, took out the laptop with the cracked screen, and plugged it in.
The cold light from the screen illuminated her pale yet unusually cold face.
The promotion plan for Xinghui Technology's "Xinghai" platform in the next quarter, and the budget report that was publicly questioned by Zhao Lan and made her embarrassed, are still waiting for her to overturn and redo!
She needs a job.
Need to prove yourself.
We need to fight our way out of this pile of cold numbers!
She opened the file, her fingers flying across the cold keyboard. Her eyes, sharp as a knife, scanned every piece of data and every line of text on the screen. Her brain raced, purging all distractions to focus on cold logic and precise calculations.
Time slipped silently in the dim room. Outside the window, the hustle and bustle of the old residential area gradually died down, leaving only the occasional hiss of wild cats and the faint sound of traffic in the distance.
The cramps in her stomach grew more pronounced, mixed with a profound sense of exhaustion. She forced herself to hold on, cold sweat dripping from her forehead, but her fingers didn't slow down the pace of the keyboard at all.
One o'clock in the morning.
“Gurgle…”
The stomach protested clearly again.
Yu Ling hit the final Enter key, saving the file. Finally, her body gave out, and she leaned back against the cold chair, exhaustion washing over her like a landslide. She closed her eyes, her fingertips pinching her brows.
Just then—
"Knock, knock, knock."
There was an extremely light but unusually clear knock on the door.
Yu Ling's eyes snapped open, and she looked warily at the thin wooden door, which seemed so easy to kick open! Her heart instantly leaped into her throat! Who was it at this late hour? The landlord? Or... someone worse?
She held her breath, her body tensed, and her hand quietly reached for the cold metal water cup on the table.
There was no movement outside the door. A few seconds later.
“Click.”
There was an extremely slight metallic friction sound, like a key being inserted into a lock.
Yu Ling's heart nearly stopped! Her blood ran cold! He...he had the key?!
Just when she grabbed the water cup and was ready to fight to the death!
The door was not opened.
A small, square, silver-white object was stuffed in from under the door... extremely easily!
The object slid across the rough concrete floor, making a slight friction sound, and stopped at Yu Ling's feet.
Yu Ling was still in shock, her eyes fixed on the object.
Familiar material.
The familiar cartoon Shiba Inu LOGO.
It’s the silver insulated box with the cartoon Shiba Inu printed on it!
The incubator lay quietly at her feet, emitting a soft and eerie luster under the cold light of the laptop screen.
Yu Ling's heart was pounding wildly against her chest! The immense sense of absurdity, the indescribable anger, the fear, and the lingering feeling of being controlled by a ghost nearly suffocated her!
Zhao Chen!
What the hell do you want?! You're running off to the Caribbean and still won't let me go?! Are you going to remind me of the existence of "interest" in this way?!
She stood up suddenly, her vision blacking out from the sheer force of her movements! She stared at the incubator, her eyes burning with humiliation! She raised her foot and, with all her might, kicked the box fiercely!
"roll!!!"
"Bang!"
The incubator was kicked over by her and rolled out, hitting the corner with a dull sound. The lid was shaken open a crack.
A powerful and familiar heat wave, a mixture of the aroma of burnt butter, the exotic fragrance of black truffles, and a hint of slightly sour black vinegar, instantly emanated from the gap, instantly overcoming all the musty and sour smells in the room!
Yu Ling's movements suddenly froze! Stimulated by the overbearing aroma, her stomach let out an even louder, longing cry!
She stared at the insulated box that had rolled into the corner with the lid slightly open, as if she were looking at a Pandora's box.
There's...a fried egg inside?
The "interest" that Zhao Chen airdropped from the Caribbean Sea?
Huge anger and an irresistible physiological instinct were tearing wildly at her body!
In the end, her physical needs overwhelmed her rational resistance. As if being pulled by an invisible string, she walked very slowly, step by step, to the corner of the wall.
She bent down and, with slightly trembling fingers, opened the lid of the incubator.
Under the soft warm light, a bone china dinner plate lies quietly on the white silk cushion.
On the plate was the familiar, work of art - a sweet-filled fried egg!
The aroma spreads overwhelmedly, warm and inviting.
However, this time, there was no sticky note next to the plate.
There was only a small, pink Band-Aid with a bloody bear pattern on it.
The carefully folded Band-Aid lay quietly on the white silk. The bear's naive smile was half-stained by the congealed, dark red blood, making it look particularly glaring and... tragic.
Yu Ling's gaze was fixed on the blood-stained Band-Aid.
Is that... the one she randomly put on him in the hospital?
He...kept it?
And took it with you when you ran off to the Caribbean?
Now... use it to offset "interest"?
A surging, indescribable torrent of bitterness, carrying with it a huge sense of absurdity and a heart-piercing pain, instantly broke through all of Yu Ling's defenses!
Tears suddenly burst out without warning! She could no longer control them, leaning against the cold, dusty wall, and slowly slid down to the ground!
She looked at the fried egg in the corner that exuded a deadly temptation, and at the blood-stained Band-Aid that carried Zhao Chen's scent...
The hunger in my stomach roared wildly.
It felt like a ball of hot, bloody thorns was stuffed into the hollow of my heart.
She reached out her hand tremblingly, but did not touch the fried egg. Instead, she very slowly and carefully... picked up the blood-stained bear Band-Aid.
Cold plastic to the touch.
The sticky blood had long since dried and hardened.
She held it tightly in her palm, as if holding a red-hot iron, as if holding the last bit... the only remaining, bloody, absurd connection between her and the disappeared man.
In the dim room, only the cold light of the computer screen illuminated her face, which was full of tears but she bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from crying out loud.
Big tears fell to the ground, leaving dark stains.
But in the palm of his hand, the blood-stained Band-Aid had a strange, faint warmth.
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