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Ye Wenyu composed herself, gritted her teeth, and answered Lin Tingyue's call. Her curiosity and fear intensified, and these two emotions clashed within her, causing her hand to tremble slightly as she answered the phone.
What did Lin Tingyue want from her? Was it because Lin Tingfeng was tired of her and sent his sister to tell her the news, so she could pack her bags and get out immediately? No, no, Lin Tingfeng wouldn't be that kind of man, would he?
Her mind went blank, and her lips trembled as if they were filled with scalding hot oil.
Now, she was actually afraid to leave Lin Tingfeng! Listening to the raging wind and rain outside, which seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and feeling the cold air seeping in from the windows and balcony, which felt like needles pricking her frail body, she really didn't have the courage to go back to the cruel world and experience the storms. That kind of life was even more terrifying than death.
"Hello, hello, is this Ye Wenyu?" Lin Tingyue's clear, lark-like voice rang out. Ye Wenyu felt that her voice was too loud and too clear, making her eardrums uncomfortable. She pulled the phone away from her ear.
She said softly, "Yes, it is."
Lin Tingyue immediately said, "Great! So you're home. I drove here in this wind and rain. It wasn't easy for me. Open the door, I'm outside your house."
What? Like a bolt from the blue, Ye Wenyu's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. Lin Tingyue was outside her house. Was the person frantically banging on the door just now her? Not the delivery person, not the courier?
Lin Tingyue, as the eldest daughter of the Lin family, not only called her but also came to her house? That's really strange. How did she know her address?
Ye Wenyu pondered, a fog rising in her mind. No matter what, she couldn't figure out why Lin Tingyue had suddenly come to see her, especially in the midst of a raging storm. There must be something important for her to come to see her on such a stormy day.
Ye Wenyu became more and more confused. She remained standing there like a wooden pillar, without opening the door.
Lin Tingyue grew impatient and urged Ye Wenyu on the phone, "Oh dear, I can't wait any longer! My clothes are soaked from the rain, and my shoes and socks are wet too. Hurry up and open the door so I can come in. I'm going to catch a cold, I'm going to get sick, yawn—" She then sneezed twice as she spoke.
Ye Wenyu realized what was happening and immediately agreed on the phone. After hanging up, she rushed to open the door.
Lin Tingyue stood at her doorstep, soaking wet. There was a puddle of water on the ground. She was wearing a black dress with rhinestones on the hem. Her pale, beautiful face was like a white magnolia flower, wet and fragrant. Water dripped from her long black hair, making her look like a princess and pea in distress during a storm.
Ye Wenyu stared blankly at Lin Tingyue, wondering what she wanted from her.
Lin Tingyue wiped the rain off her face, smiled brightly at Ye Wenyu, then pushed her aside and walked in herself, looking around the room as she went.
His eyes, which had initially held no emotion, gradually revealed shock and sadness.
He had been wearing a polite smile, but once he entered the room and was taken aback by its luxurious decor, the smile froze instantly, like a fish in a refrigerator.
My heart felt like a jumbled mess of emotions, indescribable in words.
Ye Wenyu was somewhat displeased, thinking that this was, after all, her home, but she, Miss Lin, treated it as the old Lin family mansion, not only coming and going as she pleased, but also acting like the master of the house.
With a slightly annoyed feeling, Ye Wenyu closed the door and turned around. She saw that Lin Tingyue was no longer walking forward as if she were a familiar face. Instead, she stood blankly in the dining room, looking at the room's furnishings as if she had taken root in the place.
Her face showed shock, followed by pain, anger, bitterness, and resentment—various expressions that came one after another like characters on a stage.
Looking at Lin Tingyue like this, Ye Wenyu was very puzzled. Why did she suddenly stop smiling? Why did she suddenly seem unhappy?
Time seemed to have passed, and Lin Tingyue stood there blankly, like a lifeless doll, seemingly lost in thought.
She was almost driven mad with jealousy; her years of unwavering effort couldn't compare to a few months of companionship with someone else.
Ye Wenyu had no choice but to cough and walk over to Lin Tingyue, saying, "You're all soaked. Go take a shower and wear my clothes, or you'll really catch a cold."
Lin Tingyue remained standing there blankly, like a lifeless and soulless piece of wood, motionless.
Seeing that Lin Tingyue seemed deaf, Ye Wenyu had no choice but to raise his voice and remind her again, "Hey, Tingyue, your clothes are all soaked. Why don't you go take a hot shower and change into some clean clothes?"
Lin Tingyue finally came to her senses, and with a complicated expression in her dark eyes, she looked at Ye Wenyu before slowly nodding.
She couldn't speak now, afraid that her trembling voice would betray her insane jealousy.
Ye Wenyu immediately smiled and said, "I'll take you to the shower room."
She became the mistress of the house, taking Lin Tingyue to the bathroom and finding her a change of clothes. She took her own pajamas, a white cotton-linen nightgown with white, high-quality lace trim on the cuffs and hem. In addition, she also gave Lin Tingyue a set of her own underwear, also made of cotton-linen and in a solid color.
After Lin Tingyue finished showering, she pushed the bathroom door open a crack and handed it in.
Lin Tingyue didn't reach out. After a few minutes, she asked her, "Have you ever worn this dress before?"
Ye Wenyu knew that she was a young lady from a wealthy family, loved cleanliness, and had a cleanliness obsession. She would never wear clothes that others had worn before, so she immediately said, "No, these were bought for me by your older brother. He bought dozens of them. I don't need that many. None of them have been worn."
Lin Tingyue took the clothes handed to her and then put them on. Her long, thick black hair cascaded over her shoulders, shining like black brocade. Her delicate face was as white as the autumn moon, and her figure was voluptuous and curvaceous. She was truly a rare beauty.
Ye Wenyu was momentarily stunned by the sight of Lin Tingyue, thinking how truly beautiful she was; no wonder so many men were attracted to her. Beautiful and wealthy, this kind of girl was truly a princess.
As Ye Wenyu looked at Lin Tingyue, Lin Tingyue was also sizing up Ye Wenyu. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, like a jumbled mess of feelings. She softly asked, "You just said that my brother bought you a lot of clothes?" Her heart ached as if it were being torn apart. Comparing things is painful, comparing people is agonizing.
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