Chapter 13 Heard Him Say He Didn't Treat Her Like a Sister
As usual, Lin Zaoyi arrived at the newspaper office ten minutes before her shift started at nine.
Before she could even sit down, Zhao Qingqing came over. They were classmates and had both started their internships at the newspaper.
She immediately asked, "What happened between you and Sun Yao? He said you have a boyfriend, who is it?"
This statement reveals the key information.
Lin Zaoyi didn't speak for a moment. After a few seconds of clarifying, she copied Duan Lin's interview to her mentor's email address and replied, "Conditions are secondary. Don't reveal anything about me to Sun Yao in the future."
Zhao Qingqing was a little embarrassed, and she tried to make amends, "Oh dear, you misunderstood, I was just saying it casually."
Lin Zaoyi's phone vibrated, and at the same time, a message popped up on her screen from a group chat.
The editor-in-chief announced a meeting, which was quite urgent, and everyone was required to attend in five minutes.
The editor-in-chief was the last to arrive, and without any preamble, he got straight to the point: "Mr. Solo will be arriving in Beijing tonight."
Mr. Solow, a titan in the financial world, still wields considerable influence even in his later years.
Lin Zaoyi had the privilege of hearing his speech, and it was because of that speech that she chose finance as her second major. Sensing the editor-in-chief's gaze, she politely greeted him.
The editor-in-chief said, "If their interns get the interview, they won't need any further evaluation; they'll be promoted directly."
They were all tempted. You know, it took CBN a lot of effort just to get the internship.
The editor's voice came through again, "At this point, we can only confirm that Mr. Solo will be attending a charity banquet this Friday. How to get the invitation and how to persuade him to agree to the interview is entirely up to us."
Outside the meeting room, Zhao Qingqing took Lin Zaoyi's arm and complained softly.
"Isn't this putting us in a really difficult position? It's not like we can just walk into a big shot's banquet whenever we want."
They just happened to draw such a huge pie in the sky.
It's still a meat pie.
There is actually a shortcut, but it's unclear whether Lin Zaoyi is willing to take it.
In a deliberately casual tone, she said, "How about we go find Young Master Sun? You know his father..."
She trailed off as Lin Zaoyi looked at her, her eyes saying everything though she was silent.
Lin Zaoyi has a cool and aloof personality. When she's not smiling, she seems unapproachable, just like she is now.
She usually seems very aloof. She might crack a joke occasionally, but she never opens up to anyone. During her four years of university, she didn't reveal a single word about what her family did.
Her smile was somewhat awkward. "You know it's already a huge challenge for us to get this internship, and now there's a chance to become a full-time employee. Aren't you tempted?"
My heart is fluttering.
Lin Zaoyi never considered herself noble, but she still had the basic morals. Except for her loss of morality in Tan Zhaojing, which was both an accident and something she had no choice but to do.
With a serious expression, he told the other party, "That won't be done through Sun Yao. My relationship with him is just that of ordinary alumni."
...
Over the next few days, Lin Zaoyi left early and returned late, busy with all sorts of things, but she was still less successful than her own mother in giving her insider information.
Mr. Solo likes a snack from northern Beijing—sesame seed cake.
In terms of career, my mother doesn't interfere too much. For example, she didn't ask many questions when I chose my first finance internship, but she would occasionally offer some guidance.
On Thursday, Lin Zaoyi had just sat down at her workstation when Zhao Qingqing slid over in her chair and handed her a cup of coffee. "I didn't know what flavor you liked, so I just asked the barista to make one."
Lin Zaoyi opened her WeChat and transferred 39 yuan. "Thank you."
Zhao Qingqing: "No need, it's my treat."
Lin Zaoyi didn't think they were close enough to treat each other to meals.
"Did you need something from me?"
“Yes… a little…” Zhao Qingqing pushed herself up a few inches with her feet, “Why don’t you call Sun Yao? Otherwise, being an intern isn’t going to work, the pay is so much worse.”
As if by prior arrangement, as soon as she finished speaking, Sun Yao's number popped up, and Lin Zaoyi not only answered it, but also answered it right in front of him.
The voice that reached her ears was arrogant, "Lin Zaoyi, as long as you nod, I'll immediately have my dad handle Mr. Solo."
What's the difference between that and selling yourself into servitude?
She looked at Zhao Qingqing and rejected her offer decisively, word by word, "I'd rather lose my job than even consider it."
Zhao Qingqing's face fell. She didn't know what she was so proud of. Sun Yao was handsome and his father was a high-ranking official. Why was she so ungrateful?
While inwardly grumbling, he opened his phone and received 39 yuan.
In the evening, Lin Zaoyi received a call from Tan You.
"Still at the newspaper office?"
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
Tan You asked her if she wanted to play tennis.
Sure, her eyes were sore from looking at the documents, and she pressed her throbbing forehead. "Send me the location."
"I'm nearby, take my car."
“Okay,” Lin Zaoyi turned off the computer. “I’ll come down now.”
Driven by self-interest, Zhao Qingqing had to be extra careful. She timed her walk to the window and peeked out halfway. It was a 12-story building, over 40 meters high, but her sharp eyesight made it all worthwhile.
Soon, the eye was drawn to a black supercar.
Lin Zaoyi's boyfriend?
About two minutes later, she saw Lin Zaoyi walk out of the building, and her eyes followed her until she got into the sports car.
There's only one opening for permanent employment, so... Zhao Qingqing looked towards the editor-in-chief's office in the back room and resolutely walked in.
......
Once in the car, Tan You asked, "Should I go to the mall to buy you a tracksuit?"
Lin Zaoyi shook her head, "This outfit is fine for me."
A T-shirt, cropped trousers, and sneakers—the outfit was a bit sloppy, but it was comfortable and lightweight.
Upon arrival at the stadium, staff members came forward to guide us.
Suddenly, my steps faltered.
At the elevator entrance, Lin Zaoyi saw Tan Zhaojing, and oh, Tan Jiani as well.
Tan You raised an eyebrow. "What a coincidence."
Upon hearing the sound, the brother and sister both turned their heads.
Tan Jiani had suspected it before, and now she was even more convinced. "Brother, do you think they're dating?"
Her brother ignored her.
So she asked the person involved, "Brother Tan You, are you two together?"
The two people being questioned exchanged a glance and remained silent.
Just as Tan You was about to explain, he inadvertently met his cousin's gaze. He looked no different from usual, except that his brows and eyes were more somber than before, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.
Did I offend him?
Without thinking, she glanced at Jia Ni and said, "It's one thing for your second aunt to make wild guesses, but why are you joining in the commotion?"
Both elevators had stopped, and the staff, unsure whether they had arranged to meet together or had separated, kept pressing the open button.
Tan You asked, seemingly out of the blue, "How about we fight together?"
I reckon my cousin will refuse; with his personality, he'd rather clear the place out.
To my surprise, he nodded and said, "Okay."
Not only him, but Tan Jiani was also surprised, "Brother, are you sure you want to come along?"
Then I heard my brother say, "It's more lively with more people."
"..."
That's a ghost story.
Lin Zaoyi really wanted to suggest: Could we break up?
It's just a thought.
No one listens to her opinions, and more importantly, she doesn't have the courage to voice them.
The elevator goes directly to the tennis court on the third floor.
Tan You put down his golf bag and took out his sportswear. "Zao Yi, warm up first."
The three of them went to the locker room together.
Lin Zaoyi stayed in place and stretched.
Just then, his phone rang; the call came from inside Tan Youqiu's bag.
I ignored it.
The call ended automatically less than ten seconds later and then rang again.
There must be something urgent.
After taking it out from the inside, I jogged towards the changing room.
Just as they were about to turn the corner, they heard Tan You speak, "Brother, what's it like to have a little sister?"
The long corridor was quiet and spacious.
These words reached her ears with unparalleled clarity, and as if possessed, she stopped in her tracks.
"Jiani is enough." Tan Zhaojing's tone was as indifferent as ever.
Tan You understood the implication and paused for half a second, "You don't consider Zao Yi as your younger sister?"
Tan Zhaojing countered, "Wasn't that statement clear enough?"
Lin Zaoyi couldn't express her feelings. She had previously thought he was quite kind-hearted and almost treated him like an older brother.
Fine, we can just pretend to be affectionate with each other from now on.
I wanted to be carefree, but the bitterness that welled up inside betrayed me.
Actually... she really wanted an older brother.
pity.
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