Jiang Yimei frowned, somewhat irritated: "Didn't I tell you? There's still a lot of work waiting for me at the company,"
Lin Congzhi's confidant invoked the 'mountain' of his elder brother Lin to pressure Jiang Yimei: "No, Brother Lin will be heartbroken and desperate if he can't see you."
Seemingly provoked, Jiang Yimei unleashed the anger she had been suppressing: "Does a grown man need to cry and whine all day over a woman?"
Lin Congzhi's confidant's aura immediately vanished, and he pleaded in a submissive manner: "President Jiang, you can leave, but at least let Brother Lin take one last look at you before you go, okay? If that's not possible, I'll have someone bring the company documents here, or I'll go get them myself."
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Jiang Yimei really couldn't bring herself to be cruel: "You little devil, you're quite the schemer, almost as cunning as my best friend."
Seeing that it was working, Lin Congzhi's confidant continued to pretend: "I... I just don't want Brother Lin to take his own life again. Perhaps if he gets your forgiveness, Brother Lin will feel better."
It all stemmed from that angry roar last Saturday. Jiang Yimei felt that those hurtful, resentful words had left a psychological scar on Lin Congzhi. If this knot in his heart wasn't untied, Lin Congzhi would remain depressed.
Such depression could trigger suicidal thoughts at any time, and she dared not cause the death of an innocent life.
"Okay! Now go back immediately and bring me the documents."
"receive!"
Lin Congzhi's trusted confidant obeyed respectfully and immediately went to do it, agreeing with great ease.
Seeing him dash off like an arrow, Jiang Yimei shook her head, feeling rather speechless.
Everyone around her was trying their best to bring her and Lin Congzhi together, but who knew what she was really thinking?
Do they think that whatever makes her happy will make her happy? How ridiculous.
With nothing to do, she wandered around to see what kind of life Lin Congzhi led every day.
The glass bottles on the ground had already been cleaned up by Lin Congzhi's confidants, so she didn't need to pay attention to anything.
Next to the kitchen is a wine cabinet, which is filled with fine red wine, white wine, and spirits.
Was Lin Congzhi an alcoholic? When drunk, was he prone to domestic violence?
In an instant, she felt that Lin Congzhi was a bit scary; perhaps the real him was not what he appeared to be.
There's a fish tank in the living room, where little fish swim happily, looking quite adorable.
She actually quite liked this decoration.
The cushions on the sofa were her favorite type, all featuring soft and cute patterns and plush toys.
There are some landscape paintings and oil paintings on the wall, but the most attractive of them all is the sketch that looks exactly like her.
The painting is framed in a simple yet elegant and noble frame.
The painting was placed in the center of the living room, opposite the sofa. It seemed that whenever Lin Congzhi returned to the house, he would sit on the sofa and take a few glances at it.
"That bastard has so many ways of bewitching me."
She was very curious as to how Lin Congzhi had her photos.
She remembered that the clothing and hairstyle in the painting seemed to resemble her appearance a few years ago, when Lin Congzhi had not returned at all.
"Did he have someone following me all along? Or did he pay a private investigator to take pictures of me secretly?"
Whatever the reason, Lin Congzhi had been paying attention to her for a long time.
"Could it be that back then, he didn't intend to dump me?"
Jiang Yimei shuddered, feeling that this guess was too incredible.
"Impossible! Impossible! He was so serious, his words were so clear, and his expression was so disgusted. He couldn't possibly be lying."
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