Yushan Apartment
Wang Yingying hummed a New Year's song as she diligently did housework. Every corner of the room was spotless. She was now standing on the windowsill wiping the glass with a rag. She breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling extremely satisfied only after seeing the glass sparkling clean.
Lin Moxiao had just finished his flight and returned to find her leaning against the windowsill, her brow furrowed and her expression slightly changed; "What are you doing? Didn't I arrange for Aunt Lan to come and clean?"
Wang Yingying's face was glowing; her once natural face, now injected with an unknown substance, made her smile appear exceptionally stiff.
"I sent Aunt Lan back home. I have nothing else to do anyway, and since I'm staying here, it's only right that I help you with some chores. It'll also save you some money. If I clean for you every month, wouldn't that save you a lot of money?"
After saying that, she gave him a playful wink and happily continued cleaning.
"Tomorrow is Lunar New Year's Eve. Aren't you going home to be with your father and mother?" Lin Moxiao asked, frowning.
He remembered Wang Yingying saying that her father was in poor health, so shouldn't she go back to be with him?
Wang Yingying, who was wringing out a rag in a bucket, smiled:
"After thinking about it, I've decided not to go home to visit them this year. I'm a bit short on money, and it would be awkward to see my elders, so I've decided not to go back."
After saying that, he waved the rag in his hand and added:
"Brother Xiao, are you free tomorrow? Let's go buy some Spring Festival couplets together!"
At this moment, Lin Moxiao took out a card from her pocket and said, "If you don't have money, I can lend you some. You can pay me back when you find a job."
Wang Yingying was taken aback when she heard this. In the past, Lin Moxiao had always been generous with the money he gave her. He had always regarded money as dirt and had never uttered the word "borrow".
She stared at the card, hesitant, but she really needed the money. Since having rhinoplasty and hyaluronic acid injections, she had sold everything Lin Moxiao had given her that she could.
With no job lined up and struggling to make ends meet, I'm naturally embarrassed to go home and reunite with my parents.
Seeing her hesitation, Lin Moxiao placed the card on the coffee table:
"Here's 50,000 yuan. The PIN is on the back of the card. After you take it, don't forget to write an IOU."
It turned out he really meant it, not giving it away. He looked very serious; he wasn't joking. Seeing this, Wang Yingying walked over to her, looking completely innocent.
"Oh dear! Brother Xiao, don't do that. I didn't mean it that way. You don't need to give me money. You've spent so much on me before, how could I possibly take more? I haven't even paid back what I owed you."
This statement, seemingly a refusal, is actually a rhetorical question: You never paid back what you used before, so why should you pay it back this time?
Lin Moxiao no longer wanted to be anyone's long-term meal ticket, knowing that there was a limit to being a sucker.
No matter how bad or unruly he was in the past, he firmly believes that a prodigal son's return is priceless, and from now on he only wants to follow his heart. His money belongs only to the person he loves most.
"I've said it before, let bygones be bygones. This card is the last time I'll lend it to you. If you need it, write an IOU; if not, I'll take it back."
Lin Moxiao took the card and was about to leave.
"Wait, Brother Xiao, since it's a loan, I'll take it. That's how it should be. This way I'll feel at ease. I'll pay you back after I start working. I'll write an IOU now. Is a one-year period okay?"
Wang Yingying was truly at her wit's end. She had been thinking about how to find an excuse to ask Lin Moxiao for some money, but she never expected to be in such a passive position now.
Lin Moxiao put the card back on the coffee table and watched her write the IOU without saying a word.
He glanced at the written IOU, folded it neatly, put it in his pocket, and casually wrote:
"You have one month. Whether you find a job or not, you have to move out of here."
Wang Yingying's heart ached at the sight, but she still forced a smile: "Brother Xiao, I won't go home tomorrow. I'll stay and spend the New Year with you, and stay up all night."
"No need, I have a flight, please make yourself at home."
A growing sense of alienation washed over her, and Wang Yingying felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of pain in her heart, which she had suppressed for so long. She called out behind him:
"In what way am I inferior to that Jiang Shuya, that married woman who shamelessly seduces you? Or has your taste changed and you want to try a married young woman instead?"
The air suddenly became heavy. Lin Moxiao's dark eyes were filled with rage, and his face turned ashen. It was as if an uncontrollable rage was burning inside him, burning away his reason and making him seem like a completely different person, sending a chill down one's spine.
Wang Yingying shivered, and the rag in her hand trembled and fell to the ground. She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, not daring to look him in the eye.
"You've taken the money and written the IOU, now please leave."
Lin Moxiao's suppressed anger left no room for negotiation.
Two people who should never have been entangled ended up being taken in by him because of a moment of soft-heartedness. He gave her face and dignity, but he never expected that he would let a wolf into his house and let her spy on his private life.
This is something he cannot tolerate or forgive. He doesn't need to explain to anyone, and even if the whole world is criticizing him, he will never turn back.
Terrified, Wang Yingying took off her apron and burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, Brother Xiao, I shouldn't have said those things. Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore. Please don't blame me, okay? Didn't you say that even if we can't be together, we can still be friends? From now on, I'll only consider you a friend, okay?"
"I'll say it one more time: pack your things and leave now." Lin Moxiao turned and went into the study without saying another word.
It's over, everything's over. This time, she really crossed him. She tossed and turned, looking at the tightly closed door, then went into the bedroom, locked the door, picked up her phone, and made a call:
"Tiger, find me a woman named Jiang Shuya, find out where she hangs out, I want to meet her."
The man called Tiger, whose real name was Li He, saw that Wang Yingying had asked him for help and said with a fawning expression:
"Oh dear! Tomorrow's New Year's Eve! Who dared to bother you during the holidays? I'll teach her a lesson for you later. I'm on my way back to my hometown. I'll talk to you later!"
"Hello, hello."
Seeing that the call had ended, Wang Yingying quickly sent a message: Contact me as soon as you get back after the New Year. There's a generous reward for you, and you'll definitely get your share of the benefits.
A moment later, the person on the other end of the phone replied with a text message: "Definitely. Forget about the payment. You know what I want. The taste you gave me still leaves me wanting more."
Upon seeing the message, Wang Yingying felt guilty and broke out in a cold sweat. Her phone slipped from her hand. She bit her lip tightly, clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and thought about her shameful past. The months she had been having an affair with Li He were just to satisfy her vanity. She had sold her body for a bottle of perfume worth thousands of yuan. It was truly laughable.
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