Chapter 8 Hot Water
"Exactly! That's Zhou Yang's driver, right? He's damn handsome. Are there any appearance requirements for a rich family's driver?"
"Yin Dengan, we thought you were telling the truth. Where did you get this gossip? Don't you even bother to verify it?"
"This Maybach is a limited edition worldwide, starting at at least five million. With a car like this, you're still calling him a gigolo. Who else should I hit if not you?"
Yin Dengan was also a little confused: "Impossible, he is so poor that he can't even afford a cup of coffee, and plagiarism must be true."
Even though he was nervous, Yin Dengan still remained stubborn.
"Alright, Yin Dengan!" Although Yang Xingchen was a good man, he was not without temper. "You ruined a good party. I don't care where you heard these rumors from. If there's no proof, it's slander! Don't say it again!"
Yang Xingchen's words were somewhat effective, and the others immediately quieted down.
"Also," Wu Xiaodi walked up to Yin Dengan holding the envelope, "Zhou Yang didn't take my money. I misunderstood and offered to lend it to him, but he didn't take it at all."
Now that the truth was out, Yin Dengan's face turned red and blue, looking extremely ugly: "Anyway, he's not a good person! Even if he didn't take your money, it's definitely true that he plagiarized!"
Wu Xiaodi gave him a disgusted look and said, "If you have any evidence, just show it to me. Talking bad about people behind their backs is disgusting."
Yin Deng'an suddenly became as quiet as a chicken.
*
Zhou Yang was a little confused. He didn't know how he got into his landlord Lin Yuan's car and even sat in the back seat. Wasn't this treating him as a driver? How rude!
At that time, he was only thinking that the other person was a social anxiety patient, and he had to stay away from him as much as possible to avoid being disliked.
Lin Qiyuan saw from the mirror that the child in the back seat was very nervous all the way, and his eyes kept glancing at the passenger seat from time to time. He guessed what the other person was thinking. He probably felt that he was in the wrong seat and was mistaken for the driver.
However, this was exactly what he wanted. To be more pretentious, he had a passenger seat complex that many young people today have. Apart from his chosen significant other, he didn't want anyone else to sit in his passenger seat, including close friends like Cheng Fei and Jin Zhao.
After being on vacation at home for almost a week, Lin Qiyuan finished the tasks at hand and drove to the company in the afternoon, intending to crack down on the problem of low work efficiency of employees.
The inspection results were quite satisfactory. Nearly a quarter of the company's employees had their bonuses deducted for working overtime on weekends. He drove home contentedly. On the way, he accidentally glanced and saw his own nanny.
It should be a class reunion, but it is obvious that the nanny does not get along well with others. Only a guy with a short flat head stands close to him.
Seeing that the situation among the people was a bit tense, Lin Qiyuan touched his empty stomach, and in a moment of kindness, he honked the horn.
"reunion?"
Zhou Yang was stunned at first, but after realizing he was being asked, he quickly replied, "Yes, a class reunion."
"dinner?"
"ah?"
Their eyes met in the mirror, and Zhou Yang immediately reacted and automatically translated: You are full after attending the party, but I am still hungry!
Of course, this is purely imaginary. Zhou Yang, who has a social anxiety filter, feels that the other person is pitiful. He didn't dare to go out to buy food late at night and was waiting for him to come back and do it.
Zhou Yang didn't fill his stomach much, and drinking some wine on an empty stomach already made his stomach burn, and now it was even more uncomfortable.
"Mr. Lin, what would you like to eat?" He endured the stomach pain.
"bean……"
"Bean shred rolls are not good. Doctor Cheng said you'd better drink porridge recently." It's bad enough that he has social anxiety, but his teeth are also not good.
Why does this kid act like a little housekeeper?
He also knew the condition of his teeth and knew that porridge would be more beneficial, so he replied, "Soy milk."
Haha, Zhou Yang took back the idea that he felt the other person was pitiful.
Zhou Yang didn't know how to make soy milk. He stared out the car window all the way and finally saw a sign of Yonghe Soy Milk Shop. The shop asked him to stop and he got out of the car and went into an alley 800 meters deep. Ten minutes later, he had two cups of freshly made soy milk in his hands.
Lin Qiyuan was driving and put the soy milk aside without drinking it.
It was already 8:30 when Zhou Yang got home. He quickly washed the rice and cooked porridge. The soy milk was barely enough to fill his stomach, so it definitely couldn't be used as dinner.
Besides, Lin Qiyuan didn’t really want to drink soy milk. He just found it very interesting to see the little kid’s cautious, dissatisfied, helpless, and angry expression when facing him.
There was a lot of clanging in the kitchen. Zhou Yang ate a raw cucumber to make his stomach feel a little better and concentrate on cooking.
Fifty minutes later, Uncle Lin drank the hot shrimp, corn, cucumber and egg drop porridge for the fifteenth time this week. He found the taste very satisfying and drank the whole pot of porridge.
The two cups of soy milk that Zhou Yang had found after searching so hard for so long were still standing there quietly without even opening the boxes.
I heard that wasting food will get you struck by lightning, so Zhou Yang poked a hole in the packaging bag with his eyes.
After taking a shower and coming out of the bathroom in the evening, Zhou Yang found several more WeChat messages on his mobile phone, all sent by Yang Xingchen.
Yang Xingchen’s previous WeChat account was stolen, so they added each other on WeChat again at the dinner table.
[Xingchen Dahai: Zhou Yang, I'm sorry. I didn't expect my classmates to end up like this.]
[Xingchen Hai: Are you okay? Has this affected you?]
[Xingchen Hai: Yin Dengan is just such a person. I won’t invite him to any gatherings anymore.]
[Xingchen Dahai: Regarding the plagiarism issue... I believe you didn't plagiarize, but you should still come out and clarify. I heard that you designers are very sensitive to this kind of thing.]
Zhou Yang moved his fingers—
Uncle Zhou Yang: It's none of your business. It's all about that idiot Yin Dengan.
Yang Xingchen replied immediately—
[Xingchen Dahai: That's too much. It's also my fault. He's always outspoken. I shouldn't have called him that.]
Uncle Zhou Yang: Oh, right, why is he targeting me? I don’t even know him.
Zhou Yang's acquaintance meant at least some overlap. He couldn't understand why Yin Dengan was so against him.
There was a full minute of waiting—
[Xingchen Dahai: Probably jealousy. I remember you always came in first on every exam in high school, and he could only get second, and he was always dissatisfied. When we graduated, the girl he liked even confessed her love to you /haha]
Zhou Yang remembered that many girls confessed their love to him when they graduated, but he rejected them all. He also didn't know which unlucky guy was favored by Yin Dengan.
The two quickly moved on from the topic.
[Xingchen Dahai: By the way, what's the matter with you being short of money?]
Zhou Yang had a good impression of Yang Xingchen and briefly talked about his job search. However, he did not mention the two things, such as the falling out with his family and being forced to live in the home of a socially anxious person, as these two things involved privacy.
"Xingchenhai transfers 5,000 yuan to you"
Uncle Zhou Yang: ???
[Xingchen Dahai: Take this for emergencies first. I just bought a house last year and have a mortgage and car loan to pay off. I also have a tigress at home who's about to have a baby. This is all I can lend you.]
Yang Xingchen is a man who gets married right after graduation. He got married right after graduating from his senior year. It is said that his bride is very beautiful but has a hot temper. Yang Xingchen is very afraid of his wife.
Uncle Zhou Yang: No need. I went to Anxia for an interview. It should be fine.
[Xingchen Dahai: Please accept it. Six years ago, I borrowed money from everywhere, but you were the only one who lent it to me.]
When Yang Xingchen was in his sophomore year, his father was suddenly diagnosed with myelitis. The doctor said that if he did not undergo surgery in time, his life would be in danger.
He came from an average family, his parents were only children, and he had few relatives in City B. The surgery cost 50,000 yuan, but his family could only afford 40,000, leaving him with a shortfall of 10,000. He borrowed from relatives and friends, but only managed to scrape together 2,000 yuan.
Yang Xingchen was not very familiar with Zhou Yang, but he only remembered that his family was well-off. He did not hold out any hope and shamelessly asked Zhou Yang for money. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yang directly asked for his card number and transferred 10,000 yuan to him in less than half a day.
Later, his father's illness was confirmed to be misdiagnosed, and he returned the money to Zhou Yang intact. However, this kindness was something he would never forget.
[Xingchen Dahai: Also, I just tried to get Yin Dengan to tell me, and he revealed that the news of your plagiarism seemed to come from An Xia. Please find out for yourself to confirm whether you have been hired.]
“…”
Zhou Yang then felt that something was wrong.
An Xia has always been very efficient at work. The interview results are said to be out in three days, but usually they are out in one day at most.
Although he had the interview on Friday, An Xia had someone on duty on Saturday, so it was impossible for him to go more than a day without any news.
Zhou Yang simply called the work number left by the human resources department.
The phone rang twice before being picked up, and Zhou Yang got straight to the point.
"Hello, Manager Wang. I'm Zhou Yang, who had an interview on Friday. How did my interview go?"
The other party hesitated for a moment and replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou. After comprehensive consideration, our company's development direction does not quite match your personal resume. I hope there will be an opportunity for cooperation in the future!"
He is indeed An Xia's HR manager, and he knows the template for rejecting people by heart.
Zhou Yang squeezed his phone tightly. "Can I ask the specific reason?"
Manager Wang seemed a little embarrassed, but he had a good first impression of Zhou Yang, so he gave him a little reminder: "Our company values the originality of the work more. The work reflects the character of the person."
With Yang Xingchen's previous hint, this sentence was already very clear. An Xia did suspect that he had plagiarized.
"I would also like to ask, who is that person?"
The one who slandered him.
Manager Wang, being a smart man, immediately understood what Zhou Yang meant: "Sorry."
Zhou Yang's face was as gloomy as water. He held the phone tightly, then slowly let go.
Because he suddenly thought of someone.
If he had offended anyone while studying in Country Y, it would only be Zhang Mingfeng, who was still working in Anxia.
Although he had only met Zhang Mingfeng once, he could tell that the other party was a vengeful person.
Of course, the other party could not provide any evidence of plagiarism. However, his rhetoric was very good, and with just a few words of connotation, others would only believe him, a person who did a great job on the surface, rather than a newcomer.
I blame myself for being lazy and not getting up and giving him a good beating the day before yesterday.
If this matter could reach Yin Dengan's ears, then any design company with a bigger reputation would definitely have heard of it.
In other words, his path was completely blocked by Zhang Mingfeng, unless he went to a small private company that did not care about its reputation in this regard.
The most hateful thing is that he knows who did it, but he can't sue him for defamation because he doesn't have enough evidence.
He was the type who always did things as he pleased, even saying he didn't want a family anymore. This was the first time he felt so aggrieved.
I felt so depressed that my stomach started to ache.
It must be caused by drinking on an empty stomach.
He contracted stomach problems during his graduate studies, and it wasn't serious.
It takes five years to complete a postgraduate program at J University, and graduation is notoriously difficult. However, Zhou Yang took only three years to win a degree certificate and several award certificates.
Although he has some talent, he does not consider himself a genius. He endured many days and nights in three years before he was able to graduate successfully.
I can cook, but sometimes I get too busy to eat on time. Over time, stomach problems naturally come.
In the last year, because he completed many projects ahead of schedule, his life became much more regular and his stomach hadn't hurt for a long time. He didn't even prepare the necessary medicine.
He didn't expect it to hurt this much this time.
*
Because of the poor work efficiency of employees recently, Lin Qiyuan held a meeting for nearly two hours after dinner. When he walked out of the bathroom while drying his hair, he heard the door "bang bang" again and again, muffled, as if it was very urgent but not very strong.
There is only one person in the house besides him. If there is no ghost, you can guess who it is.
Lin Qiyuan originally thought that the child had little presence at home these days, and the cooking was delicious, which was quite to his liking. Now, is his true nature being revealed?
He opened the door, but saw no one. Just as he was wondering, he heard groaning sounds under his feet.
Zhou Yang leaned against the door with one hand and covered his stomach with the other... his stomach. He was half-lying on the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"I... have a stomachache..."
Seeing the veins popping out of his forehead from the pain, Lin Qiyuan thought for a moment, then turned back to his room and got him a cushion, then went downstairs to pour him a cup of hot water...
I sat aside and drank it.
Young Master Lin had never taken care of a patient before, but he remembered one thing very clearly: if a girl was sick, she should never be asked to drink too much hot water, otherwise she would be hated.
Boys, probably the same.
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