He escapes and he chases
Gu Lin discovered that life had been stagnant for many years.
Because of Lin Yu'an's secret, unprecedented ripples arose.
During the day, Lin Yu'an is his secretary, who is rigorous and efficient, and occasionally reveals a hint of forbearance and stubbornness;
At night, in the virtual online world, he is An Xiaomao, the lively and cheerful man wearing cat ears who dares to criticize him, the head of Gu Group, "to no end".
This extreme contrast is like an addictive poison.
Gu Lin's boring schedule was suddenly filled with secret expectations.
He had no intention of breaking this window paper.
If it is exposed, it means the end of the game, which means that the lively and vivid An Xiaomao will disappear in an instant and turn back into Secretary Lin who may be more cautious.
This is so boring.
He enjoys the sense of control from a "God's perspective".
Enjoy the pleasure of observing prey in the dark, without realizing it is jumping hard.
More importantly, he found that he was no longer satisfied with just "listening" to Lin Yu'an during the live broadcast.
He wanted to get closer and closer in reality.
To touch the real part that Lin Yu'an carefully hides behind his professional mask.
However, Lin Yu'an was like a frightened rabbit.
Gu Lin noticed that Lin Yu'an would go to the tea room around 2:30 every afternoon to make a cup of instant coffee, usually mocha flavor.
He would stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a cup in his hand, looking at the endless stream of cars downstairs and staring blankly for a few minutes.
That was one of the few moments in the day when Lin Yu'an completely took off the mask of "Secretary Lin".
His eyes were blank, with a barely perceptible trace of fatigue.
Gu Lin started going to the tea room "just at that time".
For the first time, Lin Yu'an was staring out the window in a daze when Gu Lin's tall figure appeared silently at the door.
Lin Yu'an snapped back to his senses as if struck by lightning, nearly spilling his coffee. He stood up in a panic, "Mr. Gu... Mr. Gu!"
The voice was clearly panicked.
"Um."
Gu Lin responded calmly and walked straight to the coffee machine.
He ground the beans and brewed the coffee by hand with graceful movements. The rich aroma of Blue Mountain quickly overwhelmed the sweetness of the instant mocha.
In the small space of the tea room, the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating.
Lin Yu'an held the cup, not knowing whether to leave or stay.
His body was as stiff as a log, his eyes fixed on the floor.
"Secretary Lin likes looking at street scenes?"
Gu Lin suddenly spoke, his voice was not loud, but it was like thunder exploding in Lin Yu'an's ears.
"Huh? No...no! It's just...my eyes are tired, so I looked into the distance to relax."
Lin Yu'an explained incoherently, his face slightly hot.
He felt his boss's gaze sweeping over him like a searchlight, leaving nothing to hide.
"Well, a balance between work and rest."
Gu Lin nodded, picked up his coffee, but showed no intention of leaving.
Instead, he walked to the window and stood about one meter away from Lin Yu'an.
This distance seems a bit too close for superiors and subordinates.
All the hairs on Lin Yu'an's body stood up.
He could clearly smell the crisp aroma of cedar mixed with the rich flavor of Blue Mountain coffee on Gu Lin.
The aura was extremely aggressive, making his heart beat like a drum.
He subconsciously took a small step to the side, widening the distance that was less than one meter.
Gu Lin caught all his little movements out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He casually took a sip of coffee and looked out the window. "I heard the new business district in the west of the city is well planned."
Lin Yu'an: "...Yes, Mr. Gu, I sent you the planning report last week."
He was answering a completely irrelevant question, with only one thought in his mind: Get out of here quickly!
"Yeah." Gu Lin responded and said nothing more.
The silence stretched on again, more excruciating than before.
Lin Yu'an felt like he was about to suffocate. He couldn't bear it anymore and almost blurted out.
"Boss Gu, if you don't have any instructions, I...I'll go back to work first. I still have a document to deal with!"
After saying that, without waiting for Gu Lin's response, he rushed out of the tea room with the almost unfinished cup of mocha in his hand, as if fleeing from disaster.
Gu Lin stood there, watching Lin Yu'an's hurried escape, then looked down at the expensive Blue Mountain tea steaming in his cup.
He took a sip slowly, a hint of frustration flashing across his deep eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a stronger interest.
The secretary's sense of boundaries was stronger than he had imagined.
It doesn't matter, he has plenty of patience.
Gu Lin became more curious than ever about Lin Yu'an's private life.
The one who will share "working people's money-saving tips" in the live broadcast room, such as exchanging points for coffee coupons and group buying movie tickets.
An Xiaomiao even occasionally reveals her longing for a newly opened dessert shop.
In reality, to his boss, it was like a locked safe.
One afternoon, when Gu Lin was processing documents, he saw an expense report that required Lin Yu'an's signature.
There's the name of a new high-end Japanese restaurant on it.
He remembered that in the live broadcast last night, An Xiaomao was wailing in front of the camera, saying that the restaurant was too expensive, but after seeing the review pictures, he was so tempted that he could only "eat sushi online" in front of the screen.
After Gu Lin signed, he handed the reimbursement form to Lin Yu'an.
He casually mentioned, "I heard the ingredients at this 'Crane Dance' Japanese restaurant are good."
Lin Yu'an took the order and replied respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Gu, the customer service feedback was very good."
His tone was businesslike and his eyes were calm, as if he wasn't the one drooling over the sushi picture last night.
Gu Lin looked at him: "Has Secretary Lin tried it?"
Lin Yu'an's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately shook his head: "No, Mr. Gu. The expenses are quite high, so I don't have any plans for the time being."
The answer was flawless and perfectly matched his personality as a "thrifty household worker."
It also completely blocked any possibility for Gu Lin to continue the conversation.
Gu Lin tapped his fingers lightly on the table and said nothing more.
Lin Yu'an took the reimbursement form and quickly retreated.
That night, in the live broadcast room.
An Xiao Miao curled the ends of her wig and sighed at the camera, "Alas, I've been so oppressed by the capitalists again today! I've been thinking about Crane Dance so much, but I didn't even dare to look at the door when I passed by! Poverty has made me sober! Family, please recommend an affordable conveyor belt sushi restaurant to save my child!"
The comments were filled with [Hahahaha] and [Meow meow, that's so pitiful].
Gu Lin, standing in front of the screen, looked at the host who was pouting and saying with bright eyes, "Poverty makes me sober."
Then think about Secretary Lin who looked calm in front of him during the day and said, "Consumption is relatively high, and I have no plans for the time being."
An indescribable feeling of suffocation came over me.
For the first time, he felt that this game of "knowing but not saying" did not seem so completely enjoyable.
He longed to touch the real, vivid Lin Yu'an who had desires and troubles.
Instead of the perfect but cold professional symbol in front of you.
At the end of the working day, a sudden rainstorm hit the city.
The raindrops as big as beans hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, making crackling sounds.
Gu Lin stood in front of the office window, looking at the world downstairs that was blurred by the rain.
A thought arose in Gu Lin's mind.
He picked up the intercom: "Secretary Lin, come to my office."
Lin Yu'an came in quickly, holding a packed bag in his hand, obviously getting ready to leave work.
"Mr. Gu?"
Gu Lin turned around, his expression normal: "I have an expedited document that I need you to take back and take a look at. Give me your preliminary opinion tomorrow morning."
He casually picked up a document on the table that was not too urgent and handed it over.
Lin Yu'an took it and sighed silently in his heart: [Again?!]
But his face remained respectful: "Okay, Mr. Gu."
"It's raining heavily outside."
Gu Lin looked out the window, his tone containing just the right amount of "consideration".
"You live in Maple Grove in the east of the city, right? I'm going to meet a friend nearby, so I'd like to give you a ride."
"Boom!" A loud thunder exploded outside the window, but it was far less shocking than Gu Lin's words, which stirred up a storm in Lin Yu'an's heart.
The boss wants to take him home?! Or is it just on the way?!
This is a hundred times more terrifying than meeting in advance!
Lin Yu'an's mind went blank and cold sweat broke out on his back.
Being in the same confined space with his boss? The mere thought of it made him suffocate!
He almost instinctively refused with all his strength: "No, no, no! Mr. Gu! It's too much of a bother for you! Really, no need! I... I brought an umbrella! And the subway is very convenient! Really!"
I really regret why I took the car in for maintenance! I should have just driven home!
He spoke as fast as a machine gun, and his face was full of undisguised fear and resistance.
Gu Lin looked at his face that turned pale instantly and his reaction that almost made him jump up, and his eyes darkened.
The cold anger of being rejected surged up again.
But what is more unpleasant is the displeasure of being hurt by this strong feeling of rejection.
He was used to being in control of everything, but he kept running into obstacles when facing the "boundaries" of this young secretary.
"Oh? You brought an umbrella?" Gu Lin's voice turned cold, with a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm.
"It seems I was worrying too much. Don't forget to read the document."
He stopped looking at Lin Yu'an and turned back to sit in his office chair, clearly showing that he was seeing him off.
"Yes! Mr. Gu! Thank you for your concern! I...I'm leaving first!"
Lin Yu'an felt as if he had been pardoned, and almost fled with the documents in his arms.
He didn't even dare to look back at Gu Lin's expression.
In the underground garage, Gu Lin sat in the back seat of a Rolls-Royce, and the driver drove steadily.
He looked at the street scene outside the window blurred by the rain. The rain washed the car window and also washed away the faint flame that had just risen in his heart.
He thought of Lin Yu'an's terrified and resisting face, and compared it with An Xiaomao in the live broadcast room, who could act coquettishly and cutely even to strangers.
An intense, fiery, and icy feeling of irritability seized him.
He possessed supreme wealth and power, but even such a small matter as sending a subordinate home was treated like a vicious snake by the other party.
And An Xiaomao, who knew everything about him and told him everything in the virtual world.
In reality, we are reluctant to give him even a trace of real warmth.
He picked up his phone and opened the familiar live broadcast app.
The screen lights up, and under the soft light filter, "An Xiao Miao" is showing the camera the umbrella he just bought with a cute cat printed on it.
"Look! Darlings! Fortunately, I had foresight! My new umbrella is really useful! Even though I still get a little wet on the crowded subway, it's better than being completely soaked! For working people, saving money and worry is the best thing!"
He smiled with his eyes curved and his tone was relaxed and lively.
Gu Lin watched silently, his fingers tightening unconsciously.
The light from the screen reflected in his deep eyes, dim and unclear.
He wanted to get closer, wanted to understand, wanted to tear off the professional mask and touch the real Lin Yu'an.
This desire, after hitting a wall again and again, not only did not die out, but instead burned even more fiercely like a suppressed flame.
He turned off the live broadcast, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
The sound of raindrops hitting the car window was dense and cold.
Whatever Gu Lin wanted, he never failed to get.
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