Chapter 126 Acting
Yu Ling clutched a Swiss "demand notice" fresh from a pool of honey between her fingers. The paper had been softened by the golden syrup, and the cold numbers and fake signatures were smudged together, like an ugly insect sealed in amber.
She raised her face, the tear-stained expression of complete trust and insight instantly fading, revealing the icy coldness beneath. Instead, she was replaced by a deliberately exaggerated, explosive intensity: shock! Rage! The excruciating pain of being deceived! And a hint of deeply hidden, icy cunning.
Her shoulders were shaking like sieves, her breathing was so rapid that she was almost out of breath. Her knuckles were stretched white as she clutched the sticky paper.
"Zhao Chen—!" His voice suddenly rose, sharp as an icicle, piercing the last bit of warmth in the office. "Is what's written here... true?!!"
Zhao Chen was still immersed in the shock of the honey-tipped lips just now, and his mind had not yet turned around this 180-degree emotional drift!
He looked at the Oscar-worthy despair on Yu Ling's face, the look of despair at being cheated out of money and sex by a scumbag, and then at the pile of documents in her hand that had been "executed" by honey. He was completely stunned! The pupils behind his gold-rimmed glasses trembled wildly, and the hand holding the lunch box trembled!
"Lingling? What...what did you say?" His voice was hoarse and he was panicked, and his body instinctively wanted to move closer.
"Stand there!" Yu Ling took a sharp step back and slammed the piece of paper dripping with sticky honey onto the polished mahogany tabletop! "Pah!" With a dull thud, the golden honey splashed, a few drops smearing the deficit on the forged "Chenxing Capital Bankruptcy Report" next to it!
"I'm asking you!" Yu Ling's voice was sharp and blood-curdling, and her trembling fingers poked at the pile of junk on the table that was "stained" by honey and became even more disgusting. "UK Bank! Three billion! Overdue! Mortgage! And these!"
She picked up the forged debt report. The red loss figures were soaked in honey, looking as hideous as blood. "Debts! Frozen! The funding chain is broken! Zhao Chen! Is this the 'ordinary employee' you pretended to be?!"
She seemed to have been crushed by the last straw, staggering and holding the edge of the table, her face as white as paper, her lips trembling, and she cried with tears in her eyes:
"No wonder... No wonder he signed that lousy agreement! No wonder he pretended to be a good husband! Cooking! Picking him up! Solving his problems... It was all an act! A complete scam!"
She suddenly looked up, tears welling up in her eyes. The eyes that had been filled with trust and arrogance not long ago were now filled with only the ice slag of being deceived and heartbreak. "You're a complete liar! A debt-ridden, desperate... deadbeat!"
The word "deadbeat" was like a poisoned ice cone, stabbing into Zhao Chen's heart!
His whole body was shaking! He couldn't hold on to the food box anymore!
Clang——!!!!
The exquisite bone china food box, along with the priceless truffle candied egg inside, which was gently wrapped in amber honey, fell freely from mid-air and slammed heavily on the shiny office desk!
Crash——!!!
Exorbitantly priced truffle crumbs, glistening egg liquid, and thick honey slammed down, blending with the cold ink, forged signatures, and glaring red ink in a grotesquely brutal manner! They became an indistinguishable mess, emitting a strangely sweet and fishy smell... a wastepaper pulp!
The office was dead silent.
Only the pool of golden, sticky mixture, still slightly steaming, silently accused the nuclear explosion just now.
Zhao Chen froze like a stone statue, his pupils shrank to the size of needles, staring at the mess.
The "honey trap" he carefully prepared, the "sweetness" he tried to offer, along with the vicious false evidence... were smashed into unrecyclable garbage by his own hands... right under his nose.
The overwhelming sense of absurdity and the feeling of powerlessness at the hands of fate instantly consumed him. He even forgot to be angry or to justify himself, his mind a blur of thoughts.
Yu Ling was so shocked by this extremely impactful "accident" that her breathing stopped and even her sad and angry expression was frozen for half a second.
She looked at the honey-and-egg mixture smeared on the documents, her stomach reflexively twisting, but deep down, a sense of vengeful pleasure surged up in her heart—look! The end of the lie! Mixed into a mess by sweetness and truth!
But the show must be finished.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to suppress her pleasure. The pain and despair on her face escalated into hysteria. She pointed at the still-flowing, sticky golden mixture, her voice shrill and broken, filled with a frantic accusation:
"Evidence?! Zhao Chen! Look! This is the evidence you smashed!" She staggered forward, regardless of the nausea, grabbed the lump of honey, egg liquid, and truffles, which could barely be seen as a few pieces of paper, and shoved it hard in front of Zhao Chen's nose!
The sticky golden liquid dripped down her wrist. The stuff exuded a strong and pungent sweet smell that made her stomach nauseous.
"The only thing it can prove now is..." Yu Ling's voice was cold and cruel, like a judge's verdict. She poked hard at the sticky and disgusting mass with her fingers, her fingertips stained with filth.
"…You owe me an omelette! An omelette with 'icing' that I didn't get to eat this morning!"
Her gaze was like a poisoned ice cone, piercing Zhao Chen's completely lost eyes:
"Mr. Zhao, I don't know whether your 'Chenxing Capital' is bankrupt or not, but your frosting warehouse..." She spoke each word with a sharp tone, "...in my opinion, it has been declared completely bankrupt!"
"So," she slammed the disgusting thing back onto the table. With a dull "puff" sound, sticky liquid splashed everywhere. "Why don't you hurry up...get out and restock?!"
The three words "Get out" were like a death knell, shattering Zhao Chen's last bit of fantasy.
He staggered a step, his face as pale as paper, his eyes behind the lenses filled with severe pain, despair of being misunderstood, and... complete confusion at the absurd scene before him.
He looked at the icy, unquestionable anger on Yu Ling's face, and the mess on the table that symbolized destruction. His lips trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and he couldn't even fart.
He felt as if his soul had been sucked out of him, as if he had been nailed to a pillar of shame. He could only turn around stiffly and in slow motion. The funny Shiba Inu apron, stained with a few splatters of honey and egg, looked particularly glaring and embarrassing.
He didn't look at Yu Ling again. He staggered with heavy steps, like a prisoner sentenced to death, moving step by step towards the heavy door of the office.
The door closed silently behind him.
Isolating the two worlds.
In the office, all that was left was the strangely sweet and fishy mess and Yu Ling's chest heaving violently.
The air was filled with the exotic aroma of truffles, the sweetness of honey, the fishy smell of egg liquid, the coldness of paper and ink, and a faint smell of gunpowder, all mixed together to create a suffocating smell.
Yu Ling stood still, her body trembling slightly due to her overly strenuous performance and genuine emotions.
She looked down at her fingers covered in sticky filth, and felt a distinct pain in her stomach, mixed with immense fatigue and the emptiness after a desperate gamble.
The play was won.
She kicked Zhao Chen out.
She perfectly played the role of a resentful woman who was devastated by the "bankruptcy documents" and turned from love to hate.
Can…
Why don’t I feel like I’ve won?
Instead, it seems to be hollowed out and filled with an ice sea?
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