If I resemble you three-tenths, that's enough.
"But I'm actually curious to know how you noticed it? I don't think I did anything out of line."
The male assistant, who was holding onto the door frame, saw her enter through the glass door and sit down, then casually start eating snacks, seemingly unable to suppress his curiosity any longer.
"Xiao Li, it's really hard to hide when you like someone. After I returned to China and started live streaming, I kept getting pop-up messages from a secondary account saying that my marriage was not going well and that Yan Zhi hadn't divorced me because the sunk cost of getting on that pirate ship was too high."
Do you really think I don't have ways to find out who that cartoon avatar is? Everyone surfs the internet with their real names now; nobody's invisible online.
After saying all this, watching the man's face turn from white to red, and then gradually fade, Lin Zhen'er felt a pang of sadness, though the specific emotion was hard to describe. But seeing her rival, whom she had worried about for so many days, now so heartbroken, she wasn't as happy as she had imagined.
Jin Yanzhi, who brought her home, surprisingly didn't bring Xiao Li with him tonight. It wasn't until they got home and lay down on the bed with their heads close together that he pulled her dazed little head into his arms without saying a word, just holding her tightly.
"You actually know I'm investigating Xiao Li, and you know I suspect you two are having an affair, but you just won't say anything, right?"
The voice coming from my arms was somewhat languid, perhaps because I was sleepy, and lacked the usual inquisitive and energetic tone.
Looking into those watery eyes, Jin Yanzhi was momentarily at a loss for words.
Of course he knew, but back then, information about Jin Chaosheng's affair with a young woman flooded the internet, yet the person in his arms didn't even bother to investigate that woman's background. She was simply pushed into the limelight, and casually agreed to break up with her nephew.
She calmly accepted his proposal.
He loved how possessive she was of him, how she went to such lengths to investigate him, and how she angrily bought business class tickets to bring her best friend back from abroad. His own insecurity only served to prove that this woman truly loved him.
After all, Mrs. Jin, who didn't even bother to look at the young woman when the other woman came knocking, is now on high alert for a male assistant who has gotten a little closer to her. It doesn't matter who the suspect is; what matters is that she's willing to go to such lengths for him.
"Hmm, I thought that with my strong needs for you, you wouldn't misunderstand and think I like men. I never expected that in the end, you would suspect that I'm a two-way connector..."
The man's hoarse reply was accompanied by a barrage of kisses. Lin Zhen'er tilted her head back to receive her lover's burning affection and did not ask any further questions.
Life went on peacefully like that. After that night, the assistant became much more restrained than before. Apart from work, he appeared at home much less often to play games and eat, and the chances of us meeting each other became much less.
However, two months passed in this way. After finishing filming his new drama, President Lin, who was busy with a new project, was preparing to book plane tickets and take his domineering husband away for a few days to escape the troubles.
The news that Xiao Li had fallen in love with her husband suddenly appeared on the front page of major websites. The accompanying picture showed a blog account that even she had never seen before, which contained more than a hundred blog posts, all about the unsettling feelings of a young man who had fallen in love with someone in a high position.
Several of the photos in those blog posts were candid shots of Jin Yanzhi. There were photos of him sitting on the ground playing games and staring intently at the screen, as well as photos of him giving orders during meetings. There was also a profile shot of her husband paying the bill while they were shopping.
Each photo features only the young business owner, yet everyone who sees them can feel the overflowing love in his eyes behind the lens.
The news headline was exaggerated and eye-catching, and the comments section was even more eye-opening. Many people were making sarcastic remarks about Lin Zhen'er, who rose from being her nephew's girlfriend to becoming the wife of a conglomerate chairman, saying that she had started all the dreams of poor people rising to higher social classes, and now not only do women who get close to President Jin want to climb the social ladder, but men also don't want to work hard anymore.
"We're transferring Xiao Li abroad to work on the latest project. His salary will remain the same, and he'll be back in a year."
When I arrived at the chairman's office, I saw my colleague from the public relations department close his laptop and leave. The familiar assistant, who was always busy, was nowhere to be seen in the company. Sure enough, he had succumbed to the pressure and gone into hiding.
Once everyone had left the room, she immediately voiced her thoughts. The man sitting behind the desk was clearly surprised that his wife had arrived so quickly.
His gaze lingered on her perfectly fitted blouse and pencil skirt for several moments before he finally looked away.
"They come to visit people, but don't even ask if they've had lunch. They just keep calling me 'Little Li, Little Li.'"
"Now that this blog has been exposed, I thought you'd ask me to shut him down."
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Jin Yanzhi's words were just a joke. She relaxed and retreated to the sofa, quietly pulling her feet out of her 12-centimeter heels, deftly relaxing her toes that had been squeezed all day, and answered a question seemingly unrelated to the main topic:
"The car is downstairs. You promised to come with me to see the sunrise over the mountains today."
As the evening glow spilled onto the snow-white mountaintops, the orange-yellow twilight shone on every cheering face.
The woman, who slept soundly the entire way on the plane and rushed off the plane, answered her husband's question as if talking to herself:
"When people are in love, they don't need to think about whether they are worthy or not. Being brave in love is never anyone's fault."
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