10. I'm here to ask for my apology
In this world, the most psychologically unbalanced thing is undoubtedly the success of a villain; the most humiliating thing is undoubtedly the arrogance of a villain after achieving success. But there is no logic in this world; villains are so easy to succeed. Because if you compete with her bottom line, you lose. "So, what do you want to do?" Ling Ling asked, staring at her sharply. Ji Ying spread out her hands pretending to be innocent, shrugged and said, "What can I do? You've been chosen by the big boss! I heard that you are someone's wife's best friend, I say you are really trying hard to get to the top, I don't know if it's because of your wild way or the wild people." Seeing that Ling Ling was on the verge of anger, she waved her hand at her in a friendly manner and continued, "But don't worry, we are old acquaintances, I will protect you when you come here. Originally, we are all capable here, and the public relations department is full of shrewd people. You have also seen the people outside who have the opportunity to interview, and you should also be aware of your own gap. But you, you can withstand pressure without working ability, and you can win by quantity instead of quality. Which team needs handymen - not to mention that they are the official handymen." Ji Ying smiled meaningfully. People always like to associate with the direction they are good at. Ling Ling breathed a sigh of relief, patted her thigh, and stood up. "I was initially disappointed to see you today, but seeing that your life is still on the same path, I'm glad I'm one of the few who's grown up, and I'm happy. Anyway, I wish you every success in sleeping with someone. It'll be worthy of your face, which, despite the successful plastic surgery, still looks quite plain. This company is good, and the position is very attractive, but I'm sorry—I don't want to be your colleague." Ling Ling turned proudly, and as she opened the door, she suddenly remembered something and turned to Ji Ying. "Oh, by the way, do you know who that big boss's wife you were talking about is, and who's my best friend? It's Qiu Qiu, the one you despised so much back then. But... was it really because you despised her that you framed her so much?" Ling Ling left in style, leaving Ji Ying bewildered and confused after her failed show of pretense. Ling Ling rushed out of the meeting room, still completely immersed in shame and anger. Before her frown could relax, before her fists were released, she was greeted by Yu Chuanbei's unfazed smile. "How's it going? Did they tell you when to start work?" He practically trotted over to her. A simple greeting, now so fragile and on the verge of collapse, was perceived as an insult. "I won't come to your place anymore," she said, trying to suppress her...
In this world, the most psychologically unbalanced thing is undoubtedly the success of a villain; the most humiliating thing is undoubtedly the arrogance of a villain after achieving success. But there is no logic in this world; villains are so easy to succeed. Because once you compete with them, you lose.
"So, what do you want to do?" Ling Ling asked, staring at her sharply.
Ji Ying spread out her hands pretending to be innocent, shrugged and said, "What can I do? You've been chosen by the big boss! I heard that you are someone's wife's best friend, I say you are really trying hard to get to the top, I don't know if it's because of your wild way or the wild people." Seeing that Ling Ling was on the verge of anger, she waved her hand at her in a friendly manner and continued, "But don't worry, we are old acquaintances, I will protect you when you come here. Originally, we are all capable here, and the public relations department is full of shrewd people. You have also seen the people outside who have the opportunity to interview, and you should also be aware of your own gap. But you, you can withstand pressure without working ability, and you can win by quantity instead of quality. Which team needs handymen - not to mention that they are the official handymen." Ji Ying smiled meaningfully. People always like to associate with the direction they are good at.
Ling Ling breathed a sigh of relief, patted her thigh, and stood up. "I was initially disappointed to see you today, but seeing that your life is still the same, I'm glad I'm one of the few who's grown up, and I'm quite happy. Anyway, I wish you success in every sleep you have. It will be worthy of your face, which still looks very plain despite the successful plastic surgery. This company is good, and the position is very attractive, but I'm sorry—I don't want to be your colleague."
Ling Ling turned around proudly, and just as she opened the door, she suddenly remembered something. She turned back to Ji Ying and said, "Oh, by the way, do you know who that big boss's wife you're talking about is, and who's my best friend? It's Qiu Qiu, the one you looked down upon so much. But...was it really because you despised her that you framed her so much?"
Ling Ling left in a grand manner, leaving Ji Ying, who had failed in her attempt to show off and was confused.
Ling Ling rushed out of the meeting room, still completely immersed in shame and anger. Her brows were still furrowed, her fists still clenched, when she was greeted by Yu Chuanbei's unabashed smile.
"How is it? Have you been notified when to come to work?" He almost trotted to her.
A simple greeting was directly regarded as a humiliation by Ling Ling, whose nerves were extremely fragile and emotions were on the verge of collapse.
"I won't come to your place anymore." She tried to lower her voice, walked around him gloomily and continued forward.
Yu Chuanbei chased after her, confused, and asked, "What do you mean? Did the interviewer give you a hard time? Didn't you mention Mr. Gong?"
Ling Ling suddenly stopped, turned around and questioned Yu Chuanbei: "You who are high and mighty are always philanthropists; we who are helped are always ungrateful. The reason why I need to seek help is because I am inferior to others in every way. Do you also think that I am narrow-minded, fragile and ungrateful? Then think so! I don't care about your opinion at all, just like I don't care about this crappy job at all!" After that, Ling Ling walked away angrily, accidentally bumping Yu Chuanbei into her, but still did not look back.
Yu Chuanbei stood firm, staring at her stubborn back, a mixture of emotions welling up in his chest. In the ten minutes or so he'd spent waiting in the hallway for her to return from her interview, he'd imagined, like a screenwriter with a girlish heart, a story of the two of them spending their days together, fighting side by side. He hadn't expected such a hasty ending.
It's so strange, why is it that every time they meet, it's like it's the last time they'll see each other in this life...
Doesn't she really have no regrets?
What to do, he has.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ling Ling is definitely not the kind of person who would just give up on himself after being trampled upon.
She began searching for information on competitors of Ji Ying's company, Ever. While Ever had been very successful in China, with a broad range of businesses, its near-monopoly in media advertising planning had struggled to gain traction there. However, a private company called Tuowu, after taking on several clients that Ever had previously underperformed, had recently achieved iconic success in several crisis public relations cases, quickly becoming the third-largest player in the industry.
She had seen this Tuo Wu before. He lived in the same building as Ever. When she had a conflict with Yu Chuanbei before she left that day, the two of them were standing in the corridor shared by Ever and Tuo Wu.
Ling Ling desperately wanted to join Tuo Wu. However, her major, work experience, and even her gender weren't suitable. So she needed to equip herself. She couldn't be rejected by the keyword screening process. She had to achieve the level of "bad background, but strong skills."
She then went to learn all the high-tech certificates and skills necessary for the advertising planning industry, determined to make even her one-page resume shine. She practiced for certifications during the day and continued selling paintings at night markets at night.
Ling Ling set up a small folding stool and sat beside her art stall. She gazed out at the Beijing nightscape, hidden by her parasol, as calm as water. A bustling night doesn't need moonlight, and there wasn't any here, as it happened.
She looked at the people coming and going in the night market: desires, and unfulfilled desires; conflicts, and compromises to resolve conflicts; worries, and the burden of carrying those worries away... In the simple night market, too many people and too many rich emotions are brewing, but the emotions of this city are still barren.
In fact, she didn't need to be so pessimistic. Wasn't there someone who was sincere to her a few days ago? He waited for him in the corridor like a fool, advised her like a fool, and after she yelled at him for no reason, he stayed there like a fool again.
It was simply because she had already seen Ji Ying leaning against the door frame behind him. If this woman had believed that Yu Chuanbei and Ling Ling were on the same team, she would definitely have harassed Yu Chuanbei.
He was doing it for her good, so he shouldn't be good. So she had no choice but to withdraw.
But she still felt a little sorry for him in her heart, and she owed him an apology that she would probably never have the chance to say in this lifetime.
She slowly moved to a high stool, faced a blank drawing board and slowly started to paint.
A cool night, a sour heart, moths entwined under the streetlights, unable to untie the dark road.
Ling Ling's painting depicts a silver-grey corridor that slowly unfolds, tinged by a pale yellow light, recalling another form of life. A man and a woman stand face to face, silent, yet their expressions hold the language.
Sometimes missing someone is just that simple. You don’t remember the exact appearance of his facial features, but you remember the subtle flicker in his eyes.
She stared at the silent painting in silence, completely unaware that she had also become a painting in the eyes of others.
"Boss, how much is that tulip painting?"
A young man's voice interrupted her thoughts.
She raised her head hesitantly, glanced at the light oil painting hanging in the center of the curtain, and responded habitually: "600."
"Then I'll buy it."
The other party actually scanned the code and paid directly. At this kind of affordable night market, the industry standard is to sell your smiles and haggle down to half the price. Where did this wealthy customer come from? He's so ignorant of the market!
Ling Ling raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at the person clearly. "Why are you here?"
"I'm here to take back the apology you owe me!" Yu Chuanbei said unrestrainedly.
Looking at Yu Chuanbei, Ling Ling remained indifferent and just moved the drawing board in a direction that his perspective could not capture.
Yu Chuanbei didn't notice Ling Ling's subtle change. After paying, he put his phone back into his trouser pocket, walked straight forward to pick up the tulips, and moved them back to his car.
Ling Ling looked at his departing back in a daze, thinking that was the end.
Okay.
Yu Chuanbei came back from the other end of the road. Seeing Ling Ling picking up the scattered drawing boards on the ground as if nothing had happened, he felt inexplicably jealous.
"Is this junk so important? You really don't intend to apologize to me?"
Ling Ling, who was squatting on the ground, raised her head in surprise and looked up at Yu Chuanbei, who had his hands in his trouser pockets. He had a crooked mouth and a frown on his face, looking so pitiful that it was funny.
"These rags of mine are not important, but do my apology matter? Besides, what did I do wrong?" Ling Ling asked him while suppressing her smile.
Author's Note
Liu Qiu
author
04-15
I'm still working overtime...but now I just want to go back to writing novels. Dear friends, please vote and let me ease my sadness.
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