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Lin Tingfeng was helpless, but a indulgent smile appeared on his face.
He wisely fell silent, thinking to himself, "Alright, at worst I'll ask two more friends for help when she looks for another job. I'll learn from this experience and be better at keeping it a secret next time."
I never imagined this girl's pride was thicker than a city wall.
However, Ye Wenyu seemed to see through his thoughts and immediately said, "President Lin, please stop helping me find a job. If I find out it was you who helped me behind the scenes, I will have no choice but to resign. So if you keep doing this, you will only cause me trouble and make my life more complicated—"
Lin Tingfeng's face flushed. This girl was like a mind reader; she knew everything he was thinking.
Lin Tingfeng sat there slowly drinking tea. The rain outside the window had lessened, and the raindrops hit the windowpane, forming tiny lines of water as the autumn wind blew.
The once-transparent window glass is now frosted glass, making it impossible to see outside.
However, it is quiet and cozy, with a feeling of "When shall we trim the candle by the west window together, and talk about the night rain in Bashan?"
Ye Wenyu looked at Lin Tingfeng, her large eyes clear and bright, like the black seeds on a pear, her small face exquisitely beautiful. She calmly said to him, "I have said all I have to say. This is the last time we will meet. I really don't want to see you again, so please be merciful and let me go."
Their distant tones suddenly made them feel very far apart.
Lin Tingfeng looked up at her. The girl opposite him sat in the dim light of the rainy day, but she shone brightly, like a precious gem. Even without speaking, she exuded a gorgeous glow. Coupled with her extraordinary beauty and purity, she made his heart flutter every time he saw her.
Every time I see her up close, I feel inexplicably good. This is probably love, something inexplicable, an intuition.
It was as if she were a rib inside his body, naturally bringing him a sense of closeness.
Facing Lin Tingfeng's gaze, Ye Wenyu simply said, "Just treat me like a fart and let me go."
Lin Tingfeng spat out a mouthful of tea, and Wan Qianqi could no longer continue. He rubbed his forehead; this girl's words made him both laugh and cry.
Ye Wenyu stood up very nimbly and said to him, "I've already paid for the tea. You see, no matter how much you help me, I can only offer you tea as a way of repaying you. It's like you gave someone a big watermelon, but they can only repay you with a sesame seed in return."
Lin Tingfeng's lips curled up again; this girl's words were really funny.
Ye Wenyu continued earnestly, "Lin Tingfeng, we are two people from different worlds and should not associate with each other. I am a huge burden and drag on you, so your help to me is all for nothing and you will not get any reward. Why bother?"
Lin Tingfeng laughed, gazing at her with a gentle light welling up in his eyes. He was willing to pay any price to have her drink tea with him on this rainy day. He was willing to exchange countless watermelons for a few sesame seeds from her!
Why is this girl so cold-blooded and heartless? Is her heart made of iron, stone, or rubber?
No matter how much I try to keep warm, it won't stay warm.
Ye Wenyu took a step, intending to leave.
Lin Tingfeng reached out with lightning speed and grabbed her cold little hand. His hand was like a flame, frighteningly hot, and her hand trembled in his palm, her little face turning red for no reason.
Lin Tingfeng smiled and held her hand even tighter.
Ye Wenyu was stunned and immediately withdrew her hand.
Lin Tingfeng said to her, "Don't rush off. The rain hasn't stopped yet. Also, I have something very important to tell you." His tone was very serious and sincere.
Ye Wenyu remembered that he had said on WeChat that he had something to tell her. Looking at the endless autumn rain outside, she had no choice but to sit down again.
With each layer of autumn rain comes a layer of chill, and the cold grows heavier. Only the bone china teacup she holds in her hand can bring her a little warmth.
The autumn rain fell like cotton wool.
The light in the tea room grew dimmer; although it was morning, it felt like dusk. This environment reminded Ye Wenyu of the days when she was a child, staying at home listening to the rain, and a strange warmth suddenly welled up in her heart.
Lin Tingfeng finished his tea, picked up the teapot, slowly refilled his own cup, and then gently filled hers. He said to her slowly, "There are two very important things, one about someone else and one about me. Which one would you like to hear first?"
He had decided to divorce his wife to pursue Ye Wenyu. Only by ending everything from the past and regaining his freedom could he be qualified to pursue her.
That proud and aloof girl, as radiant as a winter sunset, had reached a stalemate that only he could overcome by giving in. He realized he couldn't lose her. Today, he planned to tell her about it, so that they would have a chance to meet again.
Although divorce is very troublesome for someone of his status, he is willing to do it because she is worth all his efforts.
Unexpectedly, Ye Wenyu lowered her head and said, "Let's talk about other people's stories first."
Lin Tingfeng felt a pang of disappointment, thinking to himself that this girl's heart was made of stone and iron, and no matter how good he was to her, he couldn't warm it.
A heart, like a small pebble, swiftly plunges into the abyss.
She clearly needed love and warmth so much, yet she was so stubborn, like a nut, as if in a past life he had killed all her relatives and friends.
Lin Tingfeng composed himself, poured himself another cup of tea, and slowly said to her, "Last time at the hotel, I saw Cai Wenchuan's parents arranging your engagement. I think there are some things I must tell you as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late. I didn't originally want to tell you."
"Because I don't want to hurt you!" he said silently to himself, gazing at her.
She was a smart, beautiful, and kind-hearted child, but fate seemed to have been unkind to her; she was unlucky and her luck had always been poor.
What? Ye Wenyu looked up, her face tightening at that moment, and she knew without looking in a mirror that her complexion must be terribly pale.
My heart was pounding wildly, my chest felt like it was infested with fleas, and my ears were filled with a strange buzzing sound. What was he trying to say?
Lin Tingfeng asked slowly, "You don't love Cai Wenchuan anymore, do you?"
Ye Wenyu didn't speak, but felt an invisible hand tightly gripping her throat, making it hard for her to breathe.
Lin Tingfeng continued to gaze at her, and said slowly and deliberately, "Whether you still love him or not, you'd better not love him." His voice was soft, but resolute. As he spoke, he looked at her with utmost seriousness.
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