Chapter 145 Lin Zaoyi, See you next time, you'll mean nothing to me.
In April, Zhong Sheng was listed on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange.
In the capital market, everyone relies on their own abilities, but Zhongcheng's actions were so aggressive that they were impossible to guard against. In just six months, it seized the Beijing North market, leaving everyone from being on guard to being wary and then powerless.
Despite its powerful position, the media has been unable to uncover the controlling shareholder behind it.
At the September summit, I thought the boss of Zhongcheng would be there, but it turned out that the vice president was the only one present.
When reporters approached to inquire, hoping to uncover some news, the vice president remained tight-lipped, only revealing that the controlling shareholder was not in the country.
The reporter clearly didn't believe it, and the vice president was quite helpless, explaining that the boss was indeed abroad and had flown away yesterday.
On the other side of the hall.
Duan Lin glanced at the interview area every now and then, "Can you guess why Zhaojing isn't making it public?"
Ji Baishen: "There should be a trap waiting for Zaoyi."
Since we've brought up Hayagi, Rin has a question to ask: "You don't have that deep feelings for Hayagi, do you?"
Even the most profound knowledge couldn't compare to Tan Zhaojing's; thinking of those two, he couldn't help but sigh. Oh, and Meng Henian too—truly brothers in misfortune.
A genuine, well-intentioned reminder: "I advise you to let it go."
Ji Baishen paused for half a second and then hummed in agreement, "I put it down."
I put it down two months ago.
Two months ago, he had a project in Zurich that went better than expected and ended a day early. He could have changed his flight, but he asked his assistant to return to China as planned.
He found Zaoyi and wanted to invite her to go for a walk on the Limmat River, but unfortunately, she was sick with a cough and a high fever.
He went to the hospital with her, but it didn't help much. A woman named Sister Lan took care of everything. If I'm not mistaken, she was probably the bodyguard that Aunt Ming arranged for her.
While waiting for the nurse to come and administer the IV drip, Zao Yi drifted off to sleep. In her hazy state, she heard her calling out for Tan Zhaojing.
The sound was barely audible.
If you're deceiving yourself into thinking you didn't hear it clearly, then the nurse's unconscious murmur at the moment of the injection was crystal clear.
She said, "Talking about Zhaojing hurts."
The nurse looked over and said in English, "Your girlfriend is crying in pain, quickly hug her."
He wanted to hug her, but he couldn't.
From that moment on, he let go.
He lost to Tan Zhaojing? He doesn't admit it.
He admitted to losing to Zaoyi.
"Really?" Duan Lin's voice pulled him back from his wandering thoughts. He steadied himself. "You didn't cook it, did you?"
Duan Lin's gaze lingered for two seconds. Seeing that the statement seemed plausible, he asked again, "Did Zhaojing fly to Zurich?"
Ji Baishen glanced at him and said, "Am I his secretary?"
Duan Lin: "..."
Speak properly, or you'll die.
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The weather in Zurich has been bad lately; it rained all night last night, and it was gloomy and cold.
A knock came at the door. "Zaoyi, are you done yet?"
It was Qianqian, a fellow reporter who came in the same batch.
Three people came in total: Qianqian and a man named Xu Yang.
"Coming." Lin Zaoyi grabbed her bag, closed the door, and went downstairs.
"Oh dear," Qianqian's hoarse voice sounded in my ear, "I forgot to bring my medicine, wait for me a moment."
"good."
The rain was still falling, not heavy. Lin Zaoyi let the drizzle mixed with the sun and wind slowly fall on her hair. Inadvertently, her gaze was drawn to the black Pullman parked by the roadside.
My heart ached for a moment.
My foot lifted unconsciously, and as I walked, it ran over the rainwater, splashing up muddy leaves.
On the frosty car window, Lin Zaoyi reached out her hand, but suddenly realized what she was doing as she made her first stroke and quickly wiped it off. Even though it was just one stroke, she still tried to cover it up by drawing a smiley face.
Inside the car, the man stared intently out the window. His face was expressionless, seemingly indifferent, but upon closer inspection, countless fine cracks could be seen in his dark eyes.
"Zaoyi, let's go!"
The shouts pierced through the air conditioning and entered the car, but the next second, all the man could see was a back view.
It rained all day. When Lin Zaoyi returned to her apartment, it was already dark. Qianqian couldn't take it anymore and went back to her apartment early. Another colleague, Xu Yang, went with her. Since they lived nearby, the two walked back together, with Sister Lan following about a meter behind.
During their casual conversation, they arrived at the apartment. Xu Yang lived on the first floor in front, a five-minute walk away.
"I'm going up." Lin Zaoyi waved her hand perfunctorily, and as she turned around, her gaze involuntarily drifted to a certain spot. The Pullman was still there, its parking spot unchanged.
Inside the car, the man's dark eyes flickered slightly, meeting those clear eyes through the glass. As always, he could see her, but she couldn't see him.
Lin Zaoyi was lost in thought again, perhaps because she was too familiar with this car model.
"Wait a minute!" Xu Yang's voice rang in my ears, "Give the medicine to Qianqian."
Lin Zaoyi turned her head back and saw Xu Yang handing her two boxes of medicine. "She complained to me this morning that the medicine was bitter. This one tastes alright. You take this to her, and you can have one for yourself."
Lin Zaoyi: "Why are you giving this to me? I'm not sick."
"He might get sick in a couple of days."
"You're the one who's sick."
After retorting, she laughed in anger. Her laughter added a touch of brilliance to the otherwise chilly, rainy street. Tan Zhaojing's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his fingers, resting on his lap, tightened silently.
Lin Zaoyi went upstairs. There were three apartments per floor: Sister Lan, herself, and Qianqian. They each lived in one apartment.
After delivering the donation, Lin Zaoyi returned to her small apartment. As she passed the elevator, she noticed that the red numbers were steadily climbing.
For no apparent reason, I stopped walking, paused for only half a second, and then lifted my foot again. I couldn't explain why I stopped.
It's really inexplicable.
She pushed open the door and entered the room. A second before the door closed, the elevator rang on this floor. She unconsciously glanced up and then froze. The figure she could only see in her dreams appeared before her eyes.
Hallucination?
Lin Zaoyi closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes blurring her vision, but the reflection of her image in the watery light in her pupils remained.
This time, I dared not close my eyes, afraid that even the phantom image would disappear. I also dared not move, standing there dumbly, holding onto the door frame.
The figure approached step by step, its deep features becoming clearer, and the familiar scent of wormwood seemed to waft into the air.
Lin Zaoyi wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Why was her nose acting up too? The tears at the corners of her eyes were wiped away, and the warm touch made her tremble. The next moment, she fell into a strong embrace.
Hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. "Miss Lin!"
Lan Jie's voice.
Before she could react, another clear voice rang in her ears, "None of your business."
Sister Lan paused for half a second, then stepped back.
"Talk... Zhaojing..." Lin Zaoyi's tears fell with her voice. It wasn't a dream, not a hallucination; he had been in that car all along...
Tan Zhaojing raised his hand and gently wiped the moisture from her face with his fingertips. "Don't cry."
Lin Zaoyi's tears flowed even more, falling in a steady stream. After a long while, she slowly managed to squeeze out a broken sentence, "You...how did you get here?"
Through the blurry vision, Tan Zhaojing seemed to smile slightly, "Today is my birthday."
She remembered, and she remembered the promise she made: to be with him every year on his birthday, even if she had a different identity.
A long silence followed, then the man asked in a deep voice, "Have you forgotten?"
She remained silent.
Tan Zhaojing gently stroked the corner of her eye with his fingertips, his voice clear and husky, "Intentional? You know I can't stand seeing you cry, yet you keep shedding tears."
Lin Zaoyi sniffed and roughly wiped her nose with her sleeve. "Don't cry."
Her chin was lifted, and Tan Zhaojing looked at her with a brooding gaze. "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Yes, there are too many things to say...
But what could she say...?
This time, Lin Zaoyi didn't flinch. Even with her eyes red, she met his gaze directly. "You shouldn't have come."
These five short words were both heart-wrenching and piercing.
Not only him, but Lin Zaoyi was also trembling with pain. She suppressed the burning sensation in her chest and repeated, word by word, "Tan Zhaojing, you shouldn't have come."
The air fell silent.
After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and trembling, "How long are you going to be so heartless towards me?"
Another silence followed.
Not long after, Tan Zhaojing lifted his eyelids, his gaze intense, but the words he uttered were devoid of warmth.
"Lin Zaoyi, next time we meet, you'll mean nothing to me."
Her embrace fell silent, and her breath left with her. The door closed softly, yet the sound made her heart ache. Without even changing her shoes, she ran to the balcony.
His face was still damp when he appeared downstairs. In the rain, he turned around and looked up.
Unexpectedly, we met his gaze.
Brief and indifferent.
He glanced at it briefly, then turned back.
With tears in her eyes, she smiled and said, "Brother Zhaojing, may you be happy every day."
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