(five hundred and ninety-two)
However, worried that not answering the phone for too long would arouse Lin Tingfeng's suspicion, Ye Wenyu pulled her thoughts back from their wanderings, steadied herself, and mustered the courage to answer the phone. Her hands trembled as she held the phone to her ear. Her heart pounded wildly, like a drum.
Lin Tingfeng's voice quickly came over: "Xiaoyu, why aren't you home?" His voice was filled with tension and concern.
I was under immense pressure, as if I were walking a tightrope, afraid that one misstep would cause me to fall off the cliff.
Yesterday, Ye Wenyu started acting strangely. He never let go of his doubts. He returned home early this morning, only to find that she was not there.
I was worried that something had happened to her, or that she had discovered something, so I immediately called to ask.
Ye Wenyu sensed the nervousness in Lin Tingfeng's voice. She glanced out the car window, composed herself, and wondered why Lin Tingfeng would call her today. Wasn't he usually very busy at this time? He was usually still at the company at this hour.
Seeing Ye Wenyu remain silent, Lin Tingfeng's question came again. He asked her anxiously, "Xiaoyu, where are you?"
The anxiety in his voice became even stronger.
Ye Wenyu hesitated for a moment. Lin Tingfeng still cared about her. Perhaps everything was just Lin Tingfeng's framing and her own wild suspicions. She looked out the car window, composed herself, and replied, "I'll be home soon."
Lin Tingfeng relaxed upon hearing her reply. He softened his tone and said to her in a gentle, silky voice, "I went home early today. When I got home, I didn't see you and I was worried about you."
So much has happened lately that he's been on edge all the time. So when he saw that Ye Wenyu wasn't home, his heart jumped into his throat, worried that his enemies would make a move against Ye Wenyu!
Now that he heard she was going home soon, he thought to himself that maybe he was just overthinking things.
Hearing Lin Tingfeng say that, Ye Wenyu felt a warmth in her heart. She smiled and said gently, "I'll be home soon, then we'll talk again." Then she hung up the phone.
As she put her phone back in her handbag, she glanced at the black bag beside her feet. Inside were her mother's flowerpots, covered in mud, and very dilapidated and cheap plastic.
At the time, for reasons unknown, she took one of the flowerpots home. But when she got home, how would Lin Tingfeng react when he saw the flowerpot? Would he remain calm and indifferent, or would he be shocked and give himself away?
Was everything real or fake? Did he truly love her? Did he really kill her mother?
Ye Wenyu felt as if she had been in a maze for a long time, and because she hadn't been able to get out for so long, she became more and more terrified.
She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and tied the black bag a little tighter, to avoid alerting Lin Tingfeng when she got home. If he were a twisted and abnormal person, he might kill her as well if he found out she knew the truth.
Furthermore, it's just a suspicion right now. Don't doubt your loved one without real evidence. After all, feelings are as fragile as glass, and no one can withstand doubt. So, she should be more careful in everything she does.
With this in mind, Ye Wenyu carried the bag back home. Just as she was about to open the keypad lock, Lin Tingfeng heard her footsteps and came to open the door. The moment the door opened, light shone from behind Lin Tingfeng, highlighting his tired and anxious face.
Ye Wenyu glanced at him, then stepped sideways into the house. Instinctively, she placed the bag carrying the flowerpots behind her.
For some reason, seeing him made her feel fear well up like water droplets overflowing from a fish's gills, and she could hardly breathe.
Now, seeing Lin Tingfeng fills her with inexplicable and endless fear, but she tries her best to calm herself down. In any case, she can no longer live like an ignorant child as before.
If her mother really was murdered, she must find out the truth and avenge her mother!
Therefore, she mustered up her courage and went inside, pretending to be nonchalant as she faced Lin Tingfeng.
Lin Tingfeng saw the bag in her hand, reached out to take it, and asked her, "What's in the bag?"
Ye Wenyu felt a sudden rush of light in her head, leaving her completely bewildered; she was stunned.
Lin Tingfeng stared at her, raising one eyebrow with curiosity. He looked at the dirty black bag, covered in mud and dust, and seemingly on the verge of tearing; it clashed terribly with the upscale decor of the room.
Where did this girl go during the day? Why did she bring back this garbage bag?
"It's nothing." Ye Wenyu immediately took a step back, her heart pounding in her throat. She put the bag behind her and answered Lin Tingfeng with wide eyes.
Lin Tingfeng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ye Wenyu. Ye Wenyu felt as if a nest of rabbits were living in her chest, and the blood in her whole body was starting to flow backward. She forced herself to look up at Lin Tingfeng, calm herself down, and replied haphazardly, "It's just a potted plant that a friend gave me."
It turned out to be a potted plant. The bags from the flower and bird market were indeed very dirty, and the shape inside the bag was indeed that of a flowerpot.
Lin Tingfeng nodded and didn't take it to heart.
Ye Wenyu hurriedly entered the room. When she got to the dressing room, she closed the sliding door and finally relaxed. At that moment, her back was covered in a thick layer of sweat, as if it were raining.
After a few minutes, she calmed down, changed her shoes and pajamas, hid the flowerpot where Lin Tingfeng couldn't find it, and then came out again.
Because she hadn't been able to face him for a long time, she worried that he would still become suspicious. The most important thing now was to prevent him from becoming suspicious.
At this moment, Lin Tingfeng had been sitting in the living room for a long time, as if he had taken root there. He was clearly preoccupied, sitting there with his head down, thinking about things.
Ye Wenyu stood there, looking at him from a certain distance. She had never seen him so listless before, as if several of his vertebrae had been removed, and his whole body slumped down.
This must be the most vulnerable moment for Lin Tingfeng, as he is bearing all the pressure he has ever faced.
Lin Tingfeng's brows were furrowed, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of fatigue. He must be very tired. At this moment, the battle for the Lin family's inheritance was in full swing. So many people were working together to deal with him. He was probably no match for them.
Now is his most vulnerable time. If he really is the villain who killed his mother, then now is the best time to investigate him!
Crisis, crisis—danger and opportunity coexist. Ye Wenyu saw hope, calmed herself, and was no longer so afraid.
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