0091 Desire (1)
"Lingling, have some porridge..."
He Lingling felt like her head was a mess, and her vision was blurry. Lying on the bed, she felt like a fish that was burning up.
Only when her ears were clear could she hear him calling her softly.
She was sick and had a lot of free time, so she had time to think about all sorts of things.
For example, he was also a pampered young master who grew up spoiled, so why was he always so patient with her? Of course, she knew she could be a bit of a nag, especially when she was sick, throwing tantrums for no apparent reason. Yet, he patiently and carefully indulged her, coaxing and comforting her. Even she herself didn't know when she had become so delicate. He would drive several kilometers from his company to feed her a bowl of medicine, and she would cry if the medicine was bitter or too hot, only stopping when he was also moved to tears…
That day, he invited her to his branch company's team building event. In reality, it was because she was on her period that he had to offend Eric, forcing Eric, a big boss, to find a roundabout way to save face. She was secretly plotting her own scheme, but she still pretended to be pregnant to show him.
What can we do?
He loved her so much that he would give his life for her, and he would make up a lame excuse that he had an upset stomach and needed to rest for two days.
No wonder Eric, an English gentleman, often rolled his eyes at her, a young girl, and she would hide behind him and stick out her tongue triumphantly, just like...
A dog that is possessive of its food.
Even if she had kept him at home, she wouldn't have given him a warm welcome. She really didn't know why she was being so awkward. She felt like a victorious general when she had made Eric leave, then silently slammed the bedroom door shut behind her. She always felt she could never be natural with him when she was sober. So, the heartbreakingly forlorn look she caught as she closed the door was quickly forgotten.
How could I be so bad? How could I be so mean to him?
His pitiful appearance was like a hand gripping her heart, making her feel so pained she couldn't breathe. She thought she could no longer be so delicate and torment him, making him sick along with her.
Thinking this, she opened her eyes. The empty room was cold; she was all alone.
Those who do wrong should be punished.
She had been separated from him for half a month, and she had to remind herself of this every day.
She's currently hiding alone in a hotel, even avoiding her parents' calls, saying she's been too busy with work lately. Heaven knows how long she's been on leave. She's wasting her days, sometimes sitting awake for hours, until the sun rises and sets, only to find her face covered in cold tears when she touches it.
A thick stack of documents lay on the coffee table in the nearby hotel; she hadn't touched it since leaving Songhan Residence. The lawyer who had been working with her listed the assets he had gifted her, one by one, but she felt no joy, only unease.
She thought the lawyer must have considered her his mistress, and perhaps he had truly lost his mind, because they were about to lose even this sliver of their illicit connection. What was even more painful were those cold, hard words, all proof of his determination to sever ties with her.
What she didn't know was that the lawyer sitting across from her was just repeatedly amazed. The client only said it was a gift to his "girlfriend," but the documents showed hundreds of millions of stocks and real estate. The person sitting across from her was not a girlfriend at all; she was probably "Mrs. Chen."
It was just a simple matter of "informing and being informed," but the lawyer spoke for a full half hour without stopping.
Finally, the lawyer asked, "This is Mr. Chen's will. Does Ms. He have any further questions?"
Her eyes widened in shock. A will? Of course she had doubts.
Seeing her panicked look, the lawyer quickly added, "Young entrepreneurs usually make a will when they are young to avoid future family disputes, let alone someone of Mr. Chen's status. Ms. He, you don't need to worry."
Her heart eased slightly, but then sank even lower.
She quietly shook her head, picked up the pen, and signed the document. She had intended to go upstairs and stay quietly for a while; she had no desire to even see the guest off. However, the lawyer informed her that the property was not in her name, and the staff were waiting for notarization. The implication was that she should leave as soon as possible.
She was slightly taken aback, recalling the properties the lawyer had listed one by one, but Songhan Residence was not among them.
This was the house he built himself after his business succeeded. Even though she didn't care at the time, she could see the excitement in his eyes as he stayed up late discussing blueprints with others. After moving in, she complained about the location and surrounding facilities to his face for a long time. He rarely got angry, but during those days, he unusually ignored her. One day, he got drunk and climbed into bed with her in the middle of the night, muttering, "We finally have a home..." At that moment, she thought she had to admit that her heart had finally found peace. She loved this place; she fell in love at first sight. The pine trees covering the mountain complemented him perfectly; she often felt he was like a pine tree—cool and aloof yet subtly fragrant. He was exactly the kind of person she loved.
Yes, he was the person she loved. He was the person she loved, and Songhan Residence was the person she loved. But now she had to leave him, and she had to leave Songhan Residence...
She had a lot of things. This had been her home for almost ten years. She dawdled and packed for a long time, but then remembered that the lawyer was waiting downstairs, so she decided to just throw caution to the wind and only took a small suitcase.
She was unwilling to admit her true feelings. She didn't want to leave, and she thought she could use the repeated mailings of her luggage to have more contact with him.
Before leaving, he took a golden key from a drawer in their second-floor bedroom.
That was the key he gave her on the beach when he proposed to her years ago. Later, when she learned it was the key to Songhan Residence, she merely scoffed. She was trapped there, seeing it as a cage, not a home, so she carelessly tossed it into a drawer after receiving it.
Now, as she prepares to leave, this key has become the thing she's most reluctant to part with...
After leaving Songhan Residence, she checked into a hotel. In fact, he had given her many houses, but she didn't want to stay in any of them. She subconsciously rejected those cold places.
During the two weeks she stayed in the hotel, she hadn't received a single call from him, but she'd been getting a ton of calls from the department head and research fellows. The new semester was about to start, and she didn't know how long her thesis proposal had been delayed. The department was supposedly working with a company, and one of the visitors was someone she knew; the leadership had asked her to act as a go-between…
An old acquaintance? He was just someone he'd painstakingly connected with in the industry when she first started working, someone who gave her pointers. He had practically infiltrated every aspect of her life; even if she wanted to move on, there were countless oversights. And she missed him like a madwoman…
She didn't know how long this pain would last, but the department's work couldn't be delayed any longer. She replied to the director's message, saying she could go back to work on Monday. Perhaps she could get some news about him from so-called "old acquaintances," after all, given his status, even business news couldn't catch a glimpse of him.
The phone in her hotel suite suddenly rang. She answered; it was the manager asking if she wanted Chinese or Western food for dinner. She declined, saying she would eat downstairs herself. The manager replied respectfully, "Enjoy your meal." He knew the person in this room was someone the boss's secretary had personally instructed him to take special care of.
He Lingling quickly tidied herself up and went downstairs. She was determined not to wallow in this feeling of escapism any longer, but she ran into an acquaintance at the self-service food station.
P.S.: Getting on this page is so difficult... I'm exhausted... I hope to receive comments from my wives.
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