Chapter 46 Sleeping with you a few times, I'll become addicted.
Lin Zaoyi opened the door again half an hour later. There was a figure sitting on the sofa. Hearing the noise, he turned his head to the side.
Tan Zhaojing's gaze lingered briefly on her eyes, making sure she wasn't crying, before he walked towards the entrance. "Get some rest."
The door closed and closed, and the room fell into a brief silence.
Lin Zaoyi moved to the dining room. The dishes and chopsticks on the table had already been cleared, so there was nothing to be surprised about; Tan Zhaojing had washed them.
"I need you to be diligent."
She was clearly angry when she said those words, but she just couldn't control herself. Tan Zhaojing was really toxic; he could get her emotional anytime, anywhere, regardless of the situation.
No, it needs to be changed.
She asked Xixi for advice, but what she said was incredibly awful: "Sleep with him a few times, make Zhaojing addicted to you, and then you'll be the one in control."
You shouldn't have asked.
"She's asleep!"
"Wow," the rustling sounds on Xixi's end abruptly, "They're asleep already?"
"...You listen to what I say but not what I mean," she gritted her teeth. "I said I'm going to sleep now!"
Meng Jinxi laughed heartily, "Goodnight~ Hope you can turn the tables and become the master soon~"
Lin Zaoyi hung up the phone immediately.
......
The following day, Tuesday.
Lin Zaoyi finished organizing the manuscript and it was lunchtime.
I didn't have much of an appetite, so I went to a coffee shop.
Sometimes I really don't know how to describe fate. I ran into Tan Jiani again, and her mother was sitting across from me.
Tan Jiani is crying right now, and she's quite heartbroken.
The woman said impatiently, "Why is this never going to end? Just call me from now on, don't keep calling me out. Do you think I have nothing better to do?"
Lin Zaoyi frowned as she listened.
"I understand," Tan Jiani forced back her sobs, "You...you go ahead and get busy."
The woman left without a trace of regret, not even glancing back at her daughter.
Lin Zaoyi sighed silently. Compared to Tan Jiani, her maternal love was still very strong.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tan Jiani rummaging through her tissue box. She seemed to have run out of tissues, as she fumbled for a long time without managing to pull out a single tissue.
Silently, he took the bag from his pocket, placed it on her desk without saying a word, and turned to leave.
Just as she stepped out, a voice called out to her, "Lin Zaoyi!"
She stopped and turned her head, speaking first, "If you want to argue, I'm all in. But if you want to fight, you'd better find a secluded place. I have my pride."
Tan Jiani: "...Who wants to fight you!"
"Then what's the point of you chasing after me?"
"I want to see if you're laughing at me."
Lin Zaoyi took a few steps closer, which made Tan Jiani involuntarily step back, looking wary. "What are you doing?"
"So you can see whether I'm smiling or not."
Tan Jiani said stiffly, "I didn't laugh. Who knows what you were thinking?"
Lin Zaoyi chuckled, "Princess syndrome."
The princess shifts between pride and earnestness, asking, "Why did you give her the paper? Shouldn't you be laughing at her then?"
"Just consider me meddling in other people's business. As for mocking you, let me ask you, what good does it do me to laugh at you? Unless I don't want my mom and Uncle Tan to stay together for long, Tan Jiani, if you think your parents still have feelings for each other, you don't need to do anything. I'll hang myself to threaten my mom into divorcing your dad. In fact, is that true?"
Tan Jiani was speechless for a moment, then placed the crumpled pack of tissues in her hand, saying, "Here you go! I don't want to owe you any favors!"
Lin Zaoyi was speechless for two seconds. "Whatever, I'm leaving."
As the figure receded into the distance, Tan Jiani remained standing in the same spot, and Lin Zaoyi seemed genuinely not to have laughed at her.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, she dialed her brother's number. "Brother, Mom doesn't care about me at all anymore..."
"You went to see her again?"
"Hmm... I miss her, but she doesn't miss me."
Tan Zhaojing looked away from the documents and moved to the floor-to-ceiling window. He put one hand in his pocket and said, "Don't look for it anymore, Jia Ni. Don't forget who you grew up with."
Tan Jiani's lips curled down uncontrollably. She was raised by her uncle, and her brother was her grandfather. It seemed that the only time their family would get together for a meal was on holidays. Ironically, they really only ate, without any interaction at all.
My brother is right. If the interests of our two families weren't intertwined, she might still be a fertilized egg.
Sniffing, "I'm not going. Oh, by the way, Lin Zaoyi just now—"
There's no point in saying this.
"It's alright now."
The older brother seemed interested and asked, "What happened to Lin Zaoyi?"
"There's nothing to say."
"explain."
"..."
She could only give a brief overview. After listening, her brother said, "You have to respect her from now on, understand?"
"Respect? Are you sure you didn't use the wrong word? Lin Zaoyi is only half a year older than me."
"You didn't use the wrong one. I'm hanging up now, I'm busy."
***
Just before leaving get off work, Lin Zaoyi received a call from Yuan Lai, "Zaoyi, are you free? Let's go shopping."
Subconsciously, she didn't want to, but before she could refuse, Yuan Lai said again, "You have to make time, even if you don't have time. Help me pick out a gift for Editor-in-Chief Ming. You have to do this favor."
Why would you give my mom a gift for no reason?
"I'm about to join Beijing TV. Do you think I should pay my respects to them?"
"…All right."
At the end of the workday, every elevator was full, and Lin Zaoyi had to wait for two elevators before she could squeeze in.
Yuan Lai had already arrived. Among the many people coming and going in the building, she immediately noticed Lin Zaoyi, who was sandwiched in the crowd. Lin Zaoyi had her hair in a low bun, and a few strands of hair fell down and brushed against her face. Her skin, without makeup, was as white as a pearl and glowed.
Suppressing her jealousy, she shook her arm. "Zaoyi, this..."
Lin Zaoyi looked over; they seemed so familiar. Who would have thought this was their third meeting?
Once in the car, I heard Yuan Lai say, "After you've picked out a gift for Editor-in-Chief Ming, please help me choose one for Tan Zhaojing as well."
Upon hearing this, she paused in fastening her seatbelt, without asking why, but suggested, "You should talk to Tan Jiani."
“You,” Yuan Lai said seriously, “he really likes the cufflinks you picked out for Tan Zhaojing.”
Lin Zaoyi: "..."
The fact that Tan Zhaojing could accurately name the cufflinks shows that he was willing to share them with Yuan Lai.
I don't understand. If there's a girl willing to share, why bother getting involved with her?
A feeling of pent-up frustration welled up in her chest. She tried to calm herself, but the tightness in her chest still made her feel suffocated.
Noticing Yuan Lai's gaze on him, he subtly suppressed it, smiling as he glanced back at her, "What's wrong?"
"I feel that Tan Zhaojing treats you differently."
There was an obvious trap in her words; she phrased it as, "A stepsister is, of course, different from a biological sister."
Yuan Lai clicked her tongue. "That's true."
The conversation shifted slightly, "Why did you think of giving Tan Zhaojing a gift last time?"
She paused, then added purposefully, "Did you upset him?"
Lin Zaoyi: "No."
She had already prepared her answer in her mind: "I should say that I need his help."
He sighed dramatically, "I wanted an exclusive interview, but Brother Zhaojing told me to wash up and go to bed early."
Yuan Lai was amused and laughed heartily, "Tan Zhaojing is really something, she's still my younger sister, after all."
Lin Zaoyi smiled and said, "Of course."
With a forced smile, we arrived at the mall.
Regarding gifts for mothers, Lin Zaoyi suggests silk scarves, which are exquisite, appropriate, and most importantly, not expensive.
"What about Tan Zhaojing?" Yuan Lai asked.
"I really don't know," Lin Zaoyi said with a good reason. "I gave her those cufflinks purely to get closer to her."
Yuan Lai said, "But Tan Zhaojing likes it very much, which shows you have good taste."
He pulled her into a men's clothing store, saying, "I'm planning to give her a shirt; could you help me choose the color?"
Lin Zaoyi readily agreed and picked out a particularly flashy color: burgundy red.
A color that would never appear on Tan Zhaojing.
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