Jiang Yimei's face paled, and she immediately picked up her phone from the desk.
She froze as she was about to make the call.
"Perhaps it will come tomorrow? Or maybe we should wait a little longer."
She wanted to observe for another day; if Lin Congzhi still hadn't come, then she would make a phone call.
...
The situation on the second day was exactly the same as on the first day; Lin Congzhi still did not come to work.
Asking the department heads and managers yielded no satisfactory answer.
Jiang Yimei panicked.
If Lin Congzhi's mental resilience is truly poor, then he is very likely to have suicidal thoughts.
But he's been living abroad alone for so many years, he doesn't seem like someone with poor mental resilience.
After hesitating for a while, she decided it would be best to make a phone call to say hello, after all, such a brilliant business genius shouldn't fall.
"Beep beep!"
The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered, which was unlike Lin Congzhi's style.
In an instant, she became even more uneasy.
Just as the call was about to automatically disconnect, it finally connected.
The next second, a voice that sounded like someone was drunk came from the other end of the phone: "Hello! Who is it?"
Even over the phone, Jiang Yimei could smell the alcohol on Lin Congzhi's breath: "Lin Congzhi, have you been drinking?"
Lin Congzhi smiled and answered irrelevantly: "Drawing a sword to cut water only makes it flow more; raising a cup to drown sorrow only makes it more sorrowful."
Jiang Yimei was speechless, feeling that Lin Congzhi was acting drunk and disorderly, and immediately scolded him: "What kind of poetry are you reciting? What are you so worried about?"
Seemingly struck at a sore spot, Lin Congzhi choked up instantly, tears streaming down his handsome face: "The girl is crying, I feel like such a failure! I wanted to give her the best of everything, but it backfired."
For some reason, when Jiang Yimei heard Lin Congzhi blaming himself, her throat felt sore, like a sour lemon stuck there.
If these were truly Lin Congzhi's heartfelt words, she would be very moved, because she had never imagined that Lin Congzhi loved her so deeply.
If it weren't for the seven-year gap, she would have nestled into Lin Congzhi's arms and never left.
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".
After calming down, she choked back tears as she advised, "Lin Congzhi, let her go, and let yourself go too."
Lin Congzhi protested: "No, I can't just stand by and watch her get stuck in the mud, unable to save herself."
Jiang Yimei continued to reassure her, "She's fine now, you don't need to worry."
Lin Congzhi insisted: "No, the girl is mine, and no one can take her away."
"She...she's no longer yours!"
Jiang Yimei spoke through teary eyes, her voice choked with sobs.
God knows how much pressure she had to endure to say those words. Those memories, those hatreds, those heartaches would come rushing in like a raging flood, pinning her to the ground and slapping her hard.
Lin Congzhi was obsessively persistent, unwilling to believe or give up: "She is mine, you liar, I don't want to talk to you anymore."
"Clang!"
Just before the call was disconnected, Jiang Yimei heard the sound of a wine bottle shattering.
In an instant, she was terrified.
If Lin Congzhi really couldn't accept this, then a perfectly healthy life would be lost just like that.
When I tried to call Lin Congzhi again, his phone was switched off.
Now, she was flustered and at a loss.
As far as she knew, no one in the company seemed to know Lin Congzhi's address.
"Let's try anything, even if it seems hopeless!"
She picked up her phone and called the heads and managers of various departments.
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