Chapter 95
Why should anyone question my love for her?
After some deliberation at the hotel entrance, Cheng Sang decided to try her luck at the front desk, hoping to get some useful information.
Before she could even ask a question as she approached, the staff member noticed the universal card in her hand and immediately took out a sticky note. "Hello, are you Ms. Cheng Sangluo?"
Upon hearing the other party announce his name, Cheng Sangluo nodded blankly.
"How did you know I was...?" The puppy looked suspicious, its eyes sliding to the sticky note. "Is this for me?"
"Yes." The staff member handed over the note and explained, "A guest left a note saying that they would give it to you if you came looking for it."
Cheng Sangluo took the sticky note with a puzzled look. It only had an unfamiliar address on it.
She frowned, somewhat confused, and pressed, "Can you tell me who left the message?"
The staff member waved his hand awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Ms. Cheng, that customer specifically instructed that we not to reveal his identity information, and only asked that we hand over the items to you."
Cheng Sangluo paused, holding the note, and then asked what she wanted to know: "Hello, I'd like to know if you can help me find the travel information of guests?"
"Travel information?" The staff member didn't quite understand what she meant, but according to the hotel's rule of absolutely protecting guest privacy, they could only refuse: "I'm sorry, we cannot disclose any information about our guests."
Cheng Sangluo was met with a cold shoulder. Knowing the hotel's usual practices, she figured asking would be a waste of time, so she simply grabbed the note and quickly returned to her room.
The timing was strangely coincidental; she had barely stepped into her room when room service rushed over with a food cart and new clothes.
Cheng Sangluo had no time to eat; she grabbed the neatly ironed suit and plunged into the bathroom.
She packed so quickly it was measured in seconds, probably because she was eager to find out where the sticky note was.
Before leaving the room, she grabbed a pineapple bun and stuffed it into her mouth a few times. She thought it tasted good, so she stuffed another one in, only to choke and turn red in the face.
She patted her chest vigorously while gulping down coffee, and it took her a while to finally exhale a smooth breath.
"Hoo...hiccup..." The puppy let out a comfortable burp and refocused its attention on the note.
She was unfamiliar with Zehai City. She remembered that the last time she came here was many years ago. The address on the note was unfamiliar, and she didn't know what was there. So she rested her chin on her hand and pondered for a while.
Although I don't know what the other party's purpose is, this kind of presumptuous message is very strange.
She was puzzled as to why the person who left the message was so certain that she would go to the front desk.
Fortunately, the answer to this question is easy to figure out without much thought. The address on the sticky note is very likely related to Lin Jin, and it seems that the person who left the message is trying to guide her.
Cheng Sangluo decided to disregard the other party's motives and go to that place first. Perhaps once she arrived at her destination, the problem would naturally be solved.
*
Zhongyao Technology.
The final round of cooperation negotiations lasted all morning.
After the lengthy meeting, Lin Jin invited Wei Yun to the reception room to discuss some personal matters.
In truth, Wei Yun disliked communicating with this cunning woman, always feeling that he would fall into her trap if he wasn't careful. However, due to the cooperation and his relationship with Cheng Sangluo, he reluctantly accepted the invitation.
Lin Jin had difficulty walking, so he was accompanied by many people, including Secretary Zhou and Engineer Jin, as well as several senior company executives and military guards.
A large group of people walked along the long, straight corridor, but the atmosphere was unusually quiet.
General Wei Yun tucked his hat under his arm, his gaze lingering on Lin Jin's slender back as he hesitated to speak, until he followed her into the reception room.
She slammed the door shut, shutting out those unimportant people, before saying unhappily, "Lin Jin, we've talked enough about business and personal matters."
Lin Jin sat down on the guest sofa, adjusted himself into a comfortable position, and then began his speech in a leisurely manner: "We are partners, both openly and secretly, so why does Wei Lian harbor such great hostility towards me?"
"It's just that we have similar interests; we can't be called partners." Wei Yun said indifferently, and then sat down in the seat furthest away from Lin Jin. This distance was subtle yet clear, indicating that she was indeed hostile towards Lin Jin.
Lin Jin raised an eyebrow: "Are you bothered by my marriage to Sang Luo?"
“I mind very much.” Wei Yun didn’t mince words and stated his dissatisfaction directly: “Your company has excellent technology, and the higher-ups want to reach a cooperation agreement. This is a fact that I can’t change.”
Officially, I have no problem with you; personally, my attitude is clear.
Whether you want revenge or to expand your business, it's none of my business. But if you drag Cheng Sangluo into your game, then I have to get involved.
You know perfectly well what she went through in the past, so why do you still want to take advantage of her? Is it because you businessmen only care about profit and avoid harm, and that everything has a value?
You promised me that you would help her unconditionally after she was released from prison and that you would never hurt her, which is why I decided to lend you a hand. But the truth is that you did not keep your promise.
What do you get out of tying her up?
As Wei Yun's low, stern words rebuked her, Lin Jin's smile gradually froze until it vanished completely.
She stared at him with a sinister look, narrowed her eyes briefly, then resumed her feigned smile. Her chilling retort sent a shiver down one's spine: "What do you know? Do you think I'm playing house? Is she at a disadvantage if she marries me? Or do you think I, the boss of a large corporation, am unworthy of a convict?"
Hearing those words that reopen old wounds, Wei Yun frowned, which made her even more certain that Lin Jin had no feelings for Cheng Sangluo, further confirming that the marriage was a sham.
Lin Jin also realized that she shouldn't belittle her lover, and her softened expression hid deep regret.
However, her temper and status did not allow her to easily admit her mistakes, so when she spoke again, her tone was even sharper: "Wei Yun, I accept your dissatisfaction because I have given you enough face, but that does not mean I have to make any changes. My plan has no room for error and cannot be changed in the slightest. And the person I want must belong to me. Not interfering is the greatest protection you can give Cheng Sangluo."
"She was the soldier I trained with my own hands and was most proud of, but she ended up like that because of your brother, and now she's being used by you. I just wanted to help her, not push her into another abyss!"
"You say so many high-sounding words, but it's just because you don't believe the fact that we love each other." Lin Jin leaned back lazily, thinking of the little dog she had bullied, and suddenly her longing turned into a river. Her tone softened a little. "I love her very much. I know you won't believe me when I say this, and maybe even she will be skeptical."
Wei Yun never talked about love and romance with others. Seeing Lin Jin talking to herself and looking dejected, he scoffed, "Hmph, what a joke."
After saying that, she raised her hand to look at her watch, stood up and made to leave, "If you just want to talk to me about Sangluo, I don't think there's anything to talk about. When the time is right, I will take the initiative to find her and tell her everything without you having to ask."
Lin Jin rested her arm on the sofa armrest and her other hand on her knee, staring intently at Wei Yun, her jaw clenched tightly.
She rarely showed such suppressed anger, but given the complicated relationship between them and that it wasn't the right time to turn against each other, she had no choice but to swallow her anger.
Seeing that the other person had reached the door, she took a deep breath and exhaled a heavy sigh, regaining her smiling, feigned kindness. "Wei Lian, won't you stay for lunch before you leave? You rarely come here, so give me a chance to properly entertain you."
Wei Yun gripped the doorknob, turned around, and glared at her coldly. "I don't have time to socialize with someone like you. Like I said, don't take advantage of her or play with her feelings, or you'll end up in a mess you can't clean up."
"Playing with emotions?" Lin Jin pretended to be indifferent, pondering the origin of those four words.
She leaned back into the sofa, crossed her injured foot on her lap, and smiled leisurely: "Since Wei Lian doesn't want to have dinner with me, I can't force him to stay. But I have to thank you properly for making time for me, so I can spend more time with my new wife."
This crazy woman has a knack for deliberately provoking people, finding every opportunity to do so.
Wei Yun tensed his back and glanced at Lin Jin sideways.
Without saying a word, she slammed the door shut and stormed out of the living room.
The moment the other person disappeared from sight, the deliberately flirtatious expression on Lin Jin's face vanished completely.
She reached up and brushed the hair from her forehead behind her head, and the anger that had been building up slowly began to erupt.
Her love was undivided and entirely devoted to Cheng Sangluo; time will prove everything.
On what grounds? On what grounds does she, Wei Yun, have the right to question?
In a fit of rage, Lin Jin swept the cups off the coffee table and onto the floor, creating a series of shattering noises in the large living room, but it quickly returned to a deathly silence.
Her hands trembled violently, causing her shoulders to shake uncontrollably, and her already pale face became even paler.
This is a precursor to the onset of the disease, like a late-night earthquake, a surging, unstoppable current rippling through that slender body.
Lin Jin hadn't gone to Qin Congyi for mental therapy for a long time, and after her relationship with Cheng Sangluo became intensely passionate, she even stopped taking her medication, which she already didn't take on time.
At this moment, she felt as if she were imprisoned in a desert, struggling to tread across quicksand with her trembling body, each step difficult and sinking deeper and deeper, as if it would swallow her up.
This was even more terrifying than drowning; the fine sand turned into nerve-wracking worms, trying to devour her completely.
Lin Jin stumbled to the table, supporting herself as she swayed precariously. She tried to call out to Zhou Ran, but her lips moved but no sound came out. She could only close her eyes tightly, clinging to the last shred of pitiful composure as she tried to recall Cheng Sangluo's appearance.
......
Cheng Sangluo was always so stingy with herself.
She didn't want to spend money on a taxi, so she followed the navigation and took three buses before finally finding the address on the sticky note.
She stood there blankly in front of the several-story office building, looking up at the four large characters on the rooftop—Zhongyao Technology.
This place was more than just familiar; it held a special place in her long-forgotten memories.
Cheng Sangluo was momentarily dazed. The almost forgotten memories were blown away from the dust, and the dashing self of that year emerged from the chaos.
It was many years ago, on a certain day, she was wearing a neat camouflage uniform and doing her daily drills.
The transfer came suddenly. She and several other comrades formed a temporary team and were arranged by Wei Yun to come to the office building in front of them to carry out a confidential mission.
"Our special operations company must also adapt to the times. Combat action data collection is for close combat. When the technology matures, it will be combined with special smart glasses, which can predict the enemy's offensive and defensive actions through data collection and calculation, greatly improving the win rate and self-defense capability." Wei Yun briefly explained the mission details while sitting in the car.
Cheng Sangluo recalled the scene and murmured, "Combat motion data acquisition... Zhongyao Technology... why is it connected to Lin Jin... no... Senyao Group..."
As more and more doubts arose, her brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and more memories flooded back, gradually eroding her composure.
That long, brightly lit corridor, that casual glance to the side, the air filled with the scent of an unknown perfume.
And that shadow, separated by a window yet whose form remains unknown, has been etched into my dreams as a hazy image ever since.
[Author's Note]
1. My pre-order novel, "The Sinful Lover," is available for collection.
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