Chapter 38 Hug Her
Time House.
The master bedroom on the second floor is brightly lit.
Shi Qinghe had someone do a thorough cleaning, throwing away everything Shi Yin had touched. Suddenly, the room was mostly empty. At that moment, the woman sat on the sofa, a thin blanket covering her legs, holding a tablet computer, staring at the contents, her gaze growing increasingly indignant.
He simply threw the tablet on the ground.
Smashed to pieces.
Shi Qinghe looked up at Meng Xi, who was a few steps away, staring at her with cold eyes. "Are you trying to turn the tables and deliberately trick me into admitting you in public and returning your work?"
"I don't dare, Miss!"
"You don't dare?"
At a glance, the butler standing nearby kicked Meng Xi. The woman fell to her knees with a thud, her cheeks twitching in pain. Meng Xi ignored the pain and bent over to explain, "Miss, my father's illness depends on you. How could I dare to do anything to make you unhappy? Setting you up is unbelievable, I wouldn't even dare to dream of it."
Ten minutes later.
The only sound in the quiet house was the burning fireplace.
The housekeeper went downstairs to see Meng Xi off, then returned to the master bedroom, closed the door, and walked over to Shi Qinghe: "Miss, would you like to clean up? The master and his wife should be back soon."
"Dad has been bewitched by Shi Yin, how can he have the time to come back and see me?"
"The Second Miss—"
"She was clearly coming for me!" Shi Qinghe grabbed the pillow on the sofa and threw it to the ground, her chest heaving with anger. "She pretended to defend me in the meeting room, but she actually wanted to bring me down and force me to admit that all those previous works were from Meng Xi!"
"Miss Meng is very loyal to you."
Just give me a call and I'll be here.
She doesn't dare to stand when asked to sit, and she doesn't dare to lie down when asked to stand.
This has been going on for three years.
Shi Qinghe snorted coldly, "That's because I have her adoptive father who has liver cancer under my control. Otherwise, how could she possibly give in?"
"Yes, Miss, as long as Father Meng is still in Jingcheng People's Hospital, Miss Meng will have to bow to you. She needs you to provide money and precious targeted drugs, and she needs you to invite Dr. Lu, the oncologist."
Therefore, Meng Xi did not dare to betray her.
This incident was a coincidence.
Fearing her anger, Meng Xi took the risk of plagiarizing Professor Pei's unpublished work. He posted it on Shi's official website, but unexpectedly, someone with sharp eyes spotted it and sparked a wave of online public opinion. And Shi Yin, that bitch, seized this opportunity, following Secretary Li into the conference room, playing the role of the all-too-concerned younger sister, directly propelling her into the spotlight.
Her father fired her.
The design community is also ashamed of her.
Now everyone was talking about her and laughing at her. When Shi Qinghe thought about the online comments criticizing her, she was so angry that she wanted to kill someone! She would not lose. She was the most glamorous eldest daughter of the Shi family. She could spend hundreds of millions on a birthday party. She was the apple of her eye that the daughters of the eight major families envied!
Shi Yin will never be as good as her!
…
Beishan Villa.
Shi Yin lay in the bathtub taking a hot bath.
During this time, Mo Li sent a message saying that the snow would stop the day after tomorrow and asked if she wanted to go to Lushan to see the rime. Shi Yin typed, "I have to go to the Chinese medicine clinic to get lily tea at noon the day after tomorrow."
"You won't really forgive your heartless father, will you?"
So careful.
Such attentive care.
Mo Li wouldn't allow it! If she did that, she would be betraying herself, who had been neglected by her parents and suffered so much indifference and pain when she was young!
Shi Yin knew what she was thinking and just said, "It's just acting, don't take it seriously."
She had always hated the phrase "broken mirror mended," whether it was about love or family. A broken mirror was broken, and no matter how much she patched it up, the marks would remain. Rather than holding onto it like a half-cooked meal, it was better to just throw it away.
Shi Yin would never again expect her parents' love, just like she decisively cut ties with Song Sinian. Now, all she did was to get ahead.
Just then.
The lights in the house suddenly went out.
The surroundings suddenly became dark.
Shi Yin couldn't see her hand in front of her face, so she immediately turned on the flashlight on her mobile phone. With the faint light, she carefully stood up by holding the edge of the bathtub, took the clean bath towel beside her and wrapped it around herself, then felt her way to open the bathroom door and walked along the corridor.
There was a rustling sound at the door.
This sound was particularly noticeable in the dark night. Shi Yin subconsciously clutched the towel on her chest, shone the flashlight over, and asked, "Who?"
The white light dazzled Han Zhan's eyes.
He stood at the door and blocked the light with his hand.
"Honey, it's me."
"Sorry." Shi Yin moved the flashlight away.
Only after the dazzling light disappeared did Han Zhan put down his arms and stare at the thin figure in the dim light. She was leaning against the wall, one hand tightly holding the white bath towel at her collar. She looked like a stray cat on the street, afraid of being bullied and very vigilant.
He walked forward.
Wrap a thick bathrobe around her.
Shi Yin was startled at first, but before she could fully react, her feet suddenly flew off the air and her body suddenly lost its balance. Her instinct to avoid danger made her subconsciously grab the man's shoulders.
"I know I'm good-looking, but you don't have to keep taking pictures of me, right?"
Han Zhan smiled.
Look up at the people above you.
Falling into his obsidian eyes, Shi Yin suddenly snapped back to reality. She realized he had lifted her up with one hand, and she was sitting on his right arm. The flashlight was angled, illuminating his face completely. He couldn't even open his eyes when he looked up at her.
After waiting for two seconds without hearing Shi Yin's reply, Han Zhan said, "Light the way, okay? Honey."
Shi Yin: “…”
She turned her phone over and pointed the flashlight at the road ahead.
The master bedroom is large, and the bathroom is connected to the room through the corridor outside the living room, which usually takes three to five minutes to walk. At this moment, the distance seems longer, and time passes more slowly.
Shi Yin was very reserved.
One hand tightly grasped the phone to illuminate it, and the other hand dared not move, grabbing his clothes by the shoulder blade. After entering the bedroom, he walked to the single sofa, and when he sat down, she naturally sat on his lap.
He reached out and pulled out a few pieces of paper.
Wipe her feet.
Even though she and Song Sinian had been together as a boyfriend and girlfriend for many years, he had never touched her feet. Physical contact was too intimate, and she instinctively rejected it. When she withdrew her feet, she unconsciously tugged at the collar of his clothes.
Just one glance.
Shi Yin caught a glimpse of a scar.
The scar was so shocking that in those few brief seconds, she forgot what was happening and stared at the scar on the back of his neck that extended to his waist and back, which was at least seven or eight centimeters long.
This way.
Han Zhan sensed her resistance and paused in his wiping of her feet. A split second later, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of her profile. She had seen his scar, and, whether in shock or shock, her almond-shaped eyes widened, staring intently as if a disc had been stuck. He remained silent, letting her watch as he quietly wiped the water from her feet.
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