Facing the man's dangerous gaze, Lin Luosang's legs went weak before his brain could comprehend what he was saying.
She immediately changed her tone and gave an innocent smile.
"Then let's not take this ride. I also feel a little, a little dizzy."
After saying that, he pointed at a small section on his index finger.
"What do you want to ride...? Bungee jumping machine? Roller coaster? Pirate ship?" Her smile froze in an indescribable arc. She tried her best to pretend she didn't understand and changed the subject. "Or are you hungry? Let's go eat?"
The man looked at her indifferently, remaining unchanged in the face of all changes.
"What do you think?"
When Pei Hanzhou did not respond, Lin Luosang finally fully realized that she absolutely could not and had no right to provoke him on certain issues concerning men's dignity.
Because her life was at stake, she immediately leaned forward, patted his sleeve, and complimented him, "No matter what I sit on, it's hard to highlight your greatness in my heart. After all, your soul is so proud and spotless, your bearing is so extraordinary, your posture is so majestic and tall, and your heart is so broad, it's extraordinary."
Pei Hanzhou glanced at her coldly and said, "Tell me how powerful it is."
“…”
Faced with the man's superficial yet fatal question, Lin Luosang remained silent for a moment.
If you don’t answer the questions well, your life will be in danger; if you answer too well, you will have a sleepless night.
She now even wanted to customize a banner that read "Pei Hanzhou is the best in the universe" and hang it on the top of the headquarters in the boat. It would be best if it was luminous, shining 24 hours a day, and available for thousands of mortals to admire 365 days a year.
She licked her lips, and in order to save herself from the dire situation, she took a roundabout way to save the country and touched her belly.
Pei Hanzhou thought she was hinting at something: "What?"
"I'm hungry, let's go eat."
“…”
She raised her eyes eagerly, her pupils shining in the moonlight. The man lowered his eyes to look at her and was pulled forward by her arm.
Amidst the starry sky, a pair of shadows were entangled and stranded on the ground.
She dragged him along aimlessly, her mind still full of random thoughts. She planned to stop in and rest at any shop she saw that caught her eye, but unexpectedly, there were only a few shops open along the way. While she was resting and thinking about her next plan, she heard the man's calm voice:
"Are you planning on catching me a fish and BBQing it on the spot?"
She came to her senses and found herself standing in front of a koi pond. The koi in the pond were happily rushing towards her, stirring up ripples of broken light as they shook their tail fins.
Eating koi was impossible, and with her cooking skills, a live BBQ was even more impossible. So when Lin Luosang finished feeding the fish and was about to suggest going home to eat scrambled eggs with bitter melon, the man must have realized the danger and took her to a revolving restaurant not far away in time.
The restaurant has a great atmosphere. Through the window, you can see the flashing city road signs and the busy intersection in the distance. The fast-moving vehicles and pedestrians are blurred into surfaces, which makes the coziness and ease here even more rare.
There are star-shaped lights wrapped around the railings, and an unknown violin tune is echoing overhead.
She propped up her head and said, "I didn't even realize this place was still open. You have a really good eye."
The man asked back: "Do you think I have good eyesight?"
After savoring his question for a moment, Lin Luosang realized, "Oh, you reserved a seat in advance?"
"I'll take you out and of course I'll arrange everything," he said.
She was inexplicably attracted by the confidence in the man's tone. The end of her brow unconsciously raised, and she coughed twice to suppress it. She stroked the edge of the plate and said incoherently, "The place you chose is not bad. We can make an exception... and give you some extra points or something."
Unexpectedly, the man heard it clearly, and a laugh escaped from the corner of his lips. He asked lightly: "How much?"
Instructor Lin analyzed and calculated carefully with professionalism, then covered his lips and said, "0.5."
Although he knew she was making it up, he didn't take it seriously. However, he still questioned her calculations: "Deductions start at 60 points, and bonuses are 0.5. Who taught you this?"
"My husband," she said, "will punish you to death if you make him unhappy, and he won't change much when he's happy."
The man frowned, and was about to ask himself when he had tortured her to death, when he suddenly realized that the word "husband" was referring to him. All distracting thoughts instantly dissipated, and only the word "key point" remained, playing in his mind at a high volume and on a loop. The sound penetrated into his lungs, and his mind became clear and his body relaxed. He just wanted to discuss with her the hundred ways to pronounce "husband".
Who invented this word? It sounds pretty good.
Seeing the man raise the corner of his lips in a restrained manner, Lin Luosang poked a shrimp from the plate and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
The dishes on the table today were all ordered according to her habits, mainly salads, low in salt and sugar, and not high in calories.
She ate a few more bites with peace of mind. The waiter came to serve the dishes again. She saw the slender fingers and thought it was a girl. Her heart skipped a beat, and she was relieved when she saw the face and name tag.
Just like that, I suddenly remembered his allergy.
Lin Luosang pursed his lips, put down the shrimp in his hand, and asked Pei Hanzhou: "But, what exactly caused your allergy problem you mentioned earlier?"
The man paused, lifted his eyelids and looked at her for a few seconds before asking, "Have you finished eating?"
"Almost," she said, "I can eat while you're at it."
Then he asked tentatively, "Is it particularly long?"
"It's not long," he said calmly, "it's not short either."
…
When he was six years old, Zhao Xuanya and Pei Lou's marriage had not yet completely broken down, but the marriage was still in name only. He rarely spent time with his parents and was fostered in his grandparents' home.
The long-term high pressure made it difficult for him to breathe, and he would occasionally run to his great-grandmother's yard to simply take a breath.
His great-grandmother didn't give him much, but it was all he knew about warmth. Occasionally, she would bring him a plate of food and a glass of milk. His great-grandfather liked to watch operas, and would often play a song on repeat that he never got tired of listening to, while he would talk to him about state affairs and folk songs while clapping his fan.
Although they spent little time together, he had the closest relationship with the two old men.
At that time, he was just thankful that both old people were still alive, so that he would not be left with nowhere to go.
Until the day my great-grandfather passed away.
During that period, he was blocked from all news. On that day, he was even taken away by Zhao Xuanya, whom he only saw once every six months. Zhao Xuanya's purpose was to find him a fiancée that she liked.
He was only six years old, and he and the girl in the little dress opposite him looked at each other in bewilderment. He felt that the time was awkward and unbearable, and so shameful that he didn't want to stay there for even a second longer.
He felt like an object, scanned by his mother's scanner-like eyes, whose value and price were precisely defined and then exchanged with those in need.
Marrying a so-called rich lady through an arranged marriage would help the family business and bring honor to Zhao Xuanya, which seemed to be the whole meaning of his birth.
Amidst the perfunctory smiles and fawning flattery, Zhao Xuanya's cell phone rang many times. He wanted to remind her and leave, but Zhao Xuanya just gave him a fierce look to signal him not to move, then put the phone in her bag and went about her own "business".
He forgot how many times he and the girl had been praised back and forth. Even though he knew he had received high scores, he still felt offended, disrespected, and...disgusted by everyone's undisguised gazes.
The so-called afternoon tea lasted for more than two hours, but he felt it was as unbearable as two centuries. When he got on the car for the return trip, he was finally able to loosen his hands that were gripping his trouser legs. However, the next second, he heard Zhao Xuanya answering the phone.
My great-grandfather passed away an hour ago, and when he left, he kept saying that he wanted to see him.
Children can't perceive the world; they just felt, at that moment, as if something was shaking and shattering. He was stunned, not even sure what to say.
He didn't even have tears to cry.
He looked at the cloth that he had crumpled into a ball, not understanding how things had turned out to be like this. He even felt that his great-grandfather was playing a joke on him.
But reality mercilessly unfolded before him. When he walked through the door, the housekeeper covered his cheek with a handkerchief in sorrow and said, "Master, why are you so late..."
He was held in the arms of the housekeeper, and suddenly he burst into tears in agony. In the end, he had no strength left, and Zhao Xuan Ya forcibly took him out of the housekeeper's arms.
He heard Zhao Xuanya sarcastically questioning the housekeeper: "How dare you, a servant, hug the young master? Do you know your own weight?"
Zhao Xuanya is like a tool used by society to distinguish classes, and she doesn't even have a heart.
How can someone not even have a heart?
Before entering her great-grandfather's room, Zhao Xuanya even whispered to him, "Son, what do you think of this one today? If you're not satisfied, I'll take you to see another one tomorrow."
He looked at his mother in horror, and felt that her face, which had been unfamiliar to him before, was even more unfamiliar now. He felt that even being her son and being called that by her was a shame.
But when the door opened, Zhao Xuanya's tears suddenly burst out. Delicate and round tears oozed out from the corners of her eyes, rolling down drop by drop, beautiful and appropriate.
She cried so sadly, but there was no sorrow in her eyes and her makeup was not ruined at all.
She leaned over the old man's bed and cried loudly, beating her chest as if blaming herself: "Why didn't I answer the call because my phone was silent? I didn't see that you called me so many times. If I had seen it, I would have come back no matter what... At that time, I was taking Han Zhou to buy some fruit to bring back, I didn't think it would be so soon..."
"Oh my God, you are so cruel. How could you bear to take away such a good person and make our whole family sad..."
But he knew those words were all false. She clearly knew the old man's situation, and she clearly realized how important the call was, so she didn't hang up, but just muted the phone and placed it upside down on the table.
It seemed that as long as she didn't hang up, she really didn't know anything and she didn't have to accept any blame.
She packaged herself hypocritically and perfectly, without any flaws, and the only thing left was her six-year-old, taciturn son.
"Han Zhou, what are you standing there for? Come here quickly," Zhao Xuanya's voice was distant and cold, calling him from close. "Your great-grandfather left something for you."
He walked forward mechanically, feeling his internal organs churning and uncomfortable. When he reached the bedside, he saw the old man's black and white portrait, and not far away was the white cloth covering his head, and Zhao Xuanya's fake tears.
At that moment, Zhao Xuan Ya was clearly shedding tears, but there seemed to be a smile in her eyes, as if she was overjoyed at the successful conclusion of afternoon tea, as if she was pleased with herself for having concealed the truth, as if she was complacent with her own intelligence.
Nausea, nausea, disgust, collapse, confusion, disbelief, despair...
His world completely collapsed, and all his senses failed in an instant. He smelled the fragrance of flowers and leaves coming from the woman, which was like a sharp sword piercing his skull and stirring his stomach.
His great-grandfather had so much to say to him, and he clearly had the chance to see him one last time, clearly could have prevented his great-grandfather from leaving with regrets, clearly could have caught up...
But because of Zhao Xuanya, he missed it.
But she had no remorse at all, was shameless and despicable, and even created a noble and great image for herself.
He suffered such a great shock that he fainted on the spot, and then he had a high fever that lasted for a week. There was nothing in his dreams, just a blank, only the pungent smell of women's perfume filled every corner. He collapsed and wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape.
After the fever finally subsided, the first moment he opened his eyes, there was no one around. Only the nurse ran up to him with a smile: "Are you awake?"
"I was just spraying the perfume your mother developed. It smells great, doesn't it? Did you sense it and wake up?" The nurse waved the glass bottle at him. "This was a gift from your mother. It's out of stock now. I thought it would make me feel good, and I thought maybe it would wake you up, too. And sure enough."
"You don't know that during the few days you had a high fever, your mother, despite all the pressure, released a perfume, which sold tens of millions of bottles overnight..."
That perfume was unprecedentedly successful. He was in a period of mental trauma, and almost every woman he met wore this perfume, which cast a huge shadow on him. He had no way to escape and just wanted to hide in a corner to avoid being affected.
As soon as he smelled it, the feeling of suffocation and despair at that time once again enveloped him.
No one thought he was afraid, they just thought he had been ill for too long and his mind was not clear. He lost the treatment and intervention of a psychologist during the most critical period. As the popularity of the perfume intensified, his phobia deepened and became a dead end.
Day after day, the knot finally became difficult to untie.
…
Lin Luosang listened to the whole thing from beginning to end, and he felt so numb that he almost lost his voice.
She had never thought that Pei Hanzhou's allergy history actually had such a past that even the listeners would feel extremely distressed.
This situation, in layman's terms, should be called post-traumatic stress disorder.
An artist she knew in the circle also had a fruit knife in his sight when he suffered a major trauma. His fear and emotions about the incident were transferred to the fruit knife. Since then, he would tremble in pain and cry whenever he saw the fruit knife.
She saw it with her own eyes.
"So, at that time, you must have also..." She choked, "You couldn't accept the sad news of your great-grandfather's death, and you were completely hurt by your mother. Then, your disgust for her shifted to perfume..."
Perfume was incredibly popular in those years, with nearly every woman wearing it. The mere smell of it would tear his wounds open countless times, and painful memories would be resurrected time and again. The pain had no cure, only avoidance. As a young child, he could only seek a safe distance from others to avoid being hurt.
In this way, he gradually instinctively resisted all women's approach.
Seeing that she couldn't continue speaking, the man nodded and continued, "When I was a child, it wasn't as serious as it is now. It's just that after I grew up and learned the ropes of right and wrong, I became even more disgusted with it, which is why it has reached this point now."
She wanted to speak, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't make any sound. She lowered her eyes and tears fell unconsciously.
The man frowned, sat down beside her, and wiped her tears with his fingers.
"Don't cry," he chuckled helplessly, "I should have known not to tell you and made you so sad."
She sobbed and cried: "You should have told me earlier!!"
The man pressed her head against his chest and stroked it with his fingers for a few times, still trying to appease and comfort her in a deep voice:
"Okay, it's all my fault."
She couldn't explain why, but it was as if she wanted to cry out all the tears she had cried over the years for him. She could even hear his heartbeat from above her head. After a while, she recovered and replied in a hoarse voice, "...You're fine."
The conversation had been going on for too long, and Pei Hanzhou had already forgotten what she was responding to. He lowered his head and asked, "Hmm?"
"I say," she sniffed, looking up at him with a nasal voice, "you're already, very good."
This world is not good.
The man looked at her in silence for a moment, then stretched out his fingers to stroke the corners of her eyes, sighing and whispering, "Your eyes are red from crying."
She also raised her fingers and touched his eyes that seemed unable to shed tears. Finally, she stopped at the corners of his eyes and whispered a wish, "I hope I will never cry for you again."
From now on, I don’t have to worry about you anymore, I don’t have to feel sorry for you anymore, I don’t have to empathize with you anymore. I will just laugh with you, play with you, and spend the boring and dull time with you. That would be fine.
"I won't do that again," the man kissed her forehead, "I'm already very content."
Later, Pei Hanzhou told her a lot of things intermittently, such as the many inconveniences caused by this disease, and that he had also sought treatment from a psychologist, but unfortunately the results were minimal.
That night, Lin Luosang lay in bed and thought for a long time.
Perhaps she was born not to think the worst of things. As she thought about it, she suddenly felt that even if Pei Hanzhou's previous visit to the psychologist had no effect, as long as she found a way and spent more time, maybe... she could cure him?
After all, this is a hidden disease in his heart. Because of this, he cannot attend public occasions with many people. He also felt uncomfortable in the crowd when he went to watch the sunrise with her before.
Since he has changed several doctors, it proves... that he also wants to cure himself.
After listening to Pei Hanzhou's explanation, she felt that there must be a reason why men were not allergic to her. It was just that she had not found the reason yet. But as long as she looked for it more carefully, she would always find the reason.
Before that, she wanted to subtly and gradually use her own methods to eliminate the shadow left by Zhao Xuan Ya.
No one wants to live with such a sharp shadow. Every time of allergy, every second of discomfort, the torture to the person is not as simple as it seems.
Nothing can be achieved overnight, one must take it slowly. There are many reasons for Pei Hanzhou's current situation, including guilt towards his great-grandfather, and resentment towards Zhao Xuanya and perfume. Perhaps she cannot resolve the latter, but if she can make him feel less guilty, and then guide him more often with his favorite scents on some occasions, perhaps his subconscious mind will gradually feel that... women are not that scary?
She knew that Pei Hanzhou was very powerful now and had completely let go of Zhao Xuanya; but he had not done so in the past, or rather, he had not done so in his subconscious.
In short... the situation has become clearer, and she will definitely find a way to resolve the resistance in his subconscious mind.
After asking her great-grandmother about the story between Pei Hanzhou and her great-grandfather, she decided to place the first location for subtle treatment near the children's playground where her great-grandfather first went to pick him up.
In order to show his sincerity, Lin Luosang personally checked out the place, contacted the relevant persons in charge, and found a way to restore the scene a lot. He planned to bring Pei Hanzhou here for a tour the day after tomorrow to see if he could find any turning point or key points that could be broken through.
After exploring the children's playground, the car happened to pass by Zaizhou. Hearing that Pei Hanzhou was having a meeting there today, Lin Luosang got out of the car to see if he was there.
The employees all knew her and greeted her along the way. When she entered the elevator and pressed the floor button, Dai Jiajia politely transferred her to the 23rd floor: "The president is in the 501 conference room on the 23rd floor."
"How did you know I was definitely here to see him?" Lin Luosang turned around after exiting the elevator and pointed at himself. "Is it that obvious?"
She was greeted with an undisguised snicker.
Okay.
Lin Luosang took a few steps outside and suddenly heard someone exclaim in the elevator, "Sister is the most beautiful in the world!" It sounded like the voice of the girl who had just helped her press the elevator button. After thinking about it carefully, she felt that she must have heard it wrong, so she didn't investigate further.
Sure enough, when I pushed open the door of 501, I saw the man looking at the financial statements with his back to the door.
Hearing the sound of her high heels, he didn't turn around and asked coldly, "Who let you in?"
Lin Luosang: "Myself."
“…”
The man frowned and turned around, put down the documents in his hand, and looked at her in surprise: "Why are you here?"
"I was passing by and came to see if you were doing anything sneaky behind my back." She smiled politely.
"I haven't done it before," the man straightened his tie, "but if you want to do something sneaky with me, I can reluctantly agree."
Lin Luosang:?
You're really pushing yourself :)
"Stop talking nonsense. Don't you have a meeting soon?"
Pei Hanzhou: "I can cancel the meeting and cheat with you."
She really never expected that in such a sacred meeting room, he could actually say such outrageous words, and do it without blushing or beating his heart.
Lin Luosang's forehead jumped: "I'm talking about business, don't keep interrupting me."
"Stealing is also a good thing—"
The man stopped teasing her when he saw her take off her high heels and was about to hit him, "You say."
"Are you free the day after tomorrow afternoon? Is there anything?"
Pei Hanzhou: "Whether I'm free or not depends on what you want to do and how long you want to do it."
"Go out and relax, take a walk?"
The man nodded: "Yes."
The topic should have ended here, but she couldn't help but continue asking: "What are you doing?"
"Go watch Aguai's concert."
“…”
This man really holds a grudge.
Pei Hanzhou saw that she was still holding the bag and asked, "What's in it? Is it for me?"
"Nail polish and a nail lamp. I was planning to do a manicure for fun and accidentally brought the bag up here." Lin Luosang put the bag on the table. "If you want it, I can give it to you."
Ten minutes later, because the man said it would take a while to start, she opened her tools and planned to start her work. Not knowing why she suddenly had a brainwave, she asked him, "Why are you looking at me? What's going on? Do you want to help me apply it?"
She never expected that the man would actually nod and agree: "Okay."
Then the situation turned into what it is now—
The company's top executives stood at the door, looking at each other in shock as the president, who was applying primer to his wife, sat in his seat. However, the president seemed completely unaware and fully demonstrated his meticulous businessman qualities, applying layer by layer evenly and in moderation.
The man has a stable mentality, and is extremely natural and calm. His dejected profile is depicted by the light and falls on the wall behind him.
Lin Luosang was too shy to be honest. He tried to pull his hand back and whispered, "Alright, someone's here. Let's have the meeting..."
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out, and the man didn't intend to let go.
Under everyone's gaze, she felt like she was about to become the Su Daji and Bao Si in everyone's minds. She finally waited anxiously for him to finish brushing. The man turned on the light and put her hand in. "What are you moving? Didn't you just ask me to dry it?"
Lin Luosang: “…”
Senior executives waiting for the meeting: “…………”
After finally solving the problem, Lin Luosang grabbed his bag and ran to the door. He bowed and apologized as he left the frustrating meeting room at the speed of light.
The memories of the conference room were always so difficult to talk about. The last time she was tied up by her own clothes, and then she was taught a lesson by a man.
That night, she sat on the sofa and denounced Pei Hanzhou: "Do you know how embarrassed I was at that time? Why did you make me endure the torture of stares in front of so many people?"
He said slowly: "They are single."
"so?"
"It's not bad to make them jealous once in a while."
“…”
Lin Luosang was speechless for a moment, and finally praised him insincerely: "It's great to have a boss like you who cares about his employees."
After the bedtime chat, Lin Luosang slipped into his room.
Because he had a broken bone before, she slept directly in the study in the middle. After getting used to it, she found it quite comfortable and has not changed back to this habit in the past few weeks.
Just as she turned off the lights as usual, the lights in the room were turned on again.
The man's unhappy face appeared in front of him: "Why don't you go back to sleep? Aren't you cold?"
Lin Luosang looked at his quilt and said, "It's not cold."
He reached out expressionlessly and turned off the bedroom heater.
"Then I'm cold."
“…”
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