Chapter 22 Wet
What fell down was a clock of an unknown age. It was deformed when it hit the ground and was completely scrapped.
The pain in his arm took a while to subside, and Yu Huan picked up the culprit on the ground and threw it into the trash can outside.
Her mood became extremely bad at this moment, making her like a lifeless puppet. She washed and dressed numbly, then went to bed, and finally fell into this cage, trapped in the nightmare that had trapped her for many years.
When she woke up the next day, she was in very poor condition. Perhaps because she had slept in the damp room all night, her body felt heavy and weak.
The master she had arranged to come last night would not be available until noon, and she had no intention of taking a leave and wasting the morning at home. She gritted her teeth, got up, packed herself up, and left on time.
After leaving the house, Yu Huan immediately cheered up and became a qualified and serious secretary again.
She completed her morning work in an orderly manner as usual.
When she saw Meng Han in the morning, she was still a little worried about how she would respond if he asked about her family situation.
She didn't want to lie to him, but she also didn't want him to know about the ugly things happening at home.
Fortunately, Meng Han didn't ask anything, just like usual, which made her feel a little relieved.
As soon as her lunch break started, she immediately rushed home to open the door for the repairman.
After checking it out, the repairman told her that the floor was too old and had been soaked in water, so it was completely damaged and needed to be removed and replaced with a new one.
Yu Huan called Yu Ma to tell her the result and let her make the decision.
Yu's mother kept muttering on the other end of the phone, and finally chose to replace the floor. Before hanging up, she complained to Yu Huan a few more times.
"If you weren't so unpromising, we would have moved to a new house long ago. There's no point in raising a child this big!"
Another voice came from the other end of the line, speaking up for Yu Huan. "Xiao Huan, aren't you living up to your expectations? I heard she gives you 16,000 out of her 18,000 yuan monthly salary, and only keeps 2,000 for herself. And you're still not satisfied? Look at the other children in your family, who isn't still asking for money?"
Yu Huan was very familiar with this voice. It was one of the few warmth she could feel at home.
Her former aunt Shu Wei is He Xiaowei's current stepmother.
Although Shu Wei divorced her uncle and remarried a long time ago, she remarried in the same residential complex, and the two families often met each other.
She made this call at the perfect time.
Yu Ma could argue with anyone at home, but she couldn't beat Shu Wei. And because Yu Huan's job was thanks to her connections, Yu Ma couldn't bear to show her a bad face. After mumbling a few words, she hung up the phone.
After the call, lunch break was almost over, and Yu Huan immediately rushed to the company after handing over the work to the maintenance technician.
After rushing and hurrying, I finally arrived at the company before work hours.
"How is your family?" He Xiaowei had obviously learned about Shu Wei's family situation from her, so he asked.
Yu Huan was too hot from running, so he rolled up his sleeves while answering.
"The floor needs to be replaced, but everything else is fine."
"Your hand..."
The internal call interrupted He Xiaowei and Yu Huan picked up the phone.
"Bring in the report I asked you to prepare this morning."
"Okay, Mr. Meng."
Yu Huan was still out of breath. He quickly found the file on the desktop and went to Meng Han's office.
He Xiaowei didn't have the chance to ask, he lowered his eyes and muttered, "Could it be that she was beaten by her parents? No way."
Yu Huan knocked on the office door.
"Enter."
Pushing the door open, she walked to the desk with the documents and placed them on the table.
"Mr. Meng, here are the documents you requested."
"Okay, thank you..." Meng Han raised his eyes to take the document, his gaze falling on her outstretched arm.
"Secretary Yu, what happened to you?"
Yu Huan followed his gaze and discovered that there was a bruise on her exposed arm.
"Ah!" Even she was frightened and exclaimed.
There was a large bruise, which looked even more serious because she was already fair-skinned.
"This is...oh..." She suddenly remembered what happened yesterday. "I got hit by something yesterday. It was just a little red at the time. I didn't expect it to be so blue."
As she spoke, she pulled down her sleeve to cover her arm. Afraid that Meng Han would overthink it, she explained, "My skin is quite sensitive. A slight scratch will leave a mark. This just looks scary, it's not painful. I didn't even notice it."
She was afraid that Meng Han would associate the bruise with her phone call yesterday and guess what was going on at her home.
This would embarrass her.
Feeling helpless.
Even though Meng Han hadn't said a word yet, she continued to explain, "A clock that was on the wardrobe fell down and hit it when she opened the closet door. My mom is very nostalgic and doesn't want to throw away old things, so she kept them on top of the wardrobe. I don't know how it fell down yesterday."
Meng Han noticed her uneasiness and softened his voice, "I know, it's okay, you can go out."
"OK."
Yu Huan bowed and took his leave, quickly leaving the office.
Meng Han felt a little uneasy throughout the afternoon.
It’s okay when I’m busy, but once I’m free, the scene I just saw always comes to my mind.
He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows with his hand, leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed softly.
Meng Han, you are really crazy.
Taking a deep breath, he picked up his phone and opened the mall.
That afternoon, before getting off work, Meng Han left the company without calling Yu Huan, telling anyone where he was going, or even calling a driver.
The afternoon sun shone through the heavy curtains, peeking into the tightly closed house through the gaps, revealing the scene inside.
The man who usually wears a suit and tie and is well-dressed, now has his hair slightly disheveled, his coat casually thrown aside, and his loose tie hanging crookedly on his chest.
The cuffs were rolled up, revealing strong and powerful arms with clear muscles and veins appearing on the lean arms.
It showed a wildness that was extremely inconsistent with the indifferent expression on his face.
The slender hand with distinct joints like a green bamboo held the pen, and the words written on the paper were different, ranging from dignified and orderly to wanton and reckless.
When the pen tip reached the end of the paper, the characters became regular again, each stroke was as accurate as writing on a blackboard, and the unbridled desires were once again imprisoned in the cage of rules.
The restless heart returns to peace again.
I put down the pen, raised my head and breathed a sigh of relief, and my forehead was already covered in mud.
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