Ou Yanan stood up, sensing that the visitor’s intentions were unfriendly, and hid in her room.
Wa Zicong was standing by the kitchen sink and didn’t want to move, but the doorbell didn’t stop, and it would soon provoke the irritation of the neighbors.
Reluctantly, he dried his hands, walked to the door, and didn’t look through the peephole to see who was outside; it seemed that he didn’t need to look to know who it was. He turned the doorknob.
Click, the door opened.
As soon as Lin Yishan, who was standing outside, saw him, her eyes widened in an instant.
Wa Zicong frowned, fearing that she might physically attack him next, and cautiously stepped back half a step.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yishan suddenly threw herself onto his chest, grabbing the back of his shirt and started crying.
In no time, her tears had soaked a large patch of his shirt. Wa Zicong watched all this with a furrowed brow. Perhaps out of chivalry, he didn’t immediately push her away, but neither did he utter any words of comfort.
Not knowing how long she had cried, Lin Yishan felt as if she had drained all her tears in that instant, her eyes were intensely sore, and her throat was hoarse when she said, "I could only come to you, I don’t have any other family left, do you understand?"
"Does this mean your dad has passed away?"
"You knew?!" Lin Yishan looked up at his face in shock.
She had only found out about her father’s death half an hour ago and then rushed over here to him. Apart from him, she didn’t know who else to turn to.
Wa Zicong took this opportunity to push her body, which was clinging to him, away and said, "Everyone in the circle knows. After all, news can’t be contained."
Does that mean she was slow to receive the news? Lin Yishan looked down and said, "If you knew earlier, why didn’t you tell me? Were you afraid I couldn’t handle it?"
"We’ve broken up, what does it matter if I care about your family affairs? I just heard the news, that’s all," Wa Zicong stated indifferently.
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Lin Yishan shivered violently, wondering if Gu Nuan faced the same cold and heartless attitude from him when they broke up. How had Gu Nuan managed to get through those days?
"You better go," Wa Zicong said, blocking the doorway, with no intention of letting her into the house.
Lin Yishan immediately became sensitive, peering through the gap into his place, trying to see if there were other women in his house. According to her inquiries, there weren’t.
He seemed to be busy with work and did not seem to be in any mood to look for another woman.
"Let me clean up the house for you. You’re a man, it’s beneath you to do household chores, isn’t it?" Lin Yishan said while taking out a clean handkerchief to wipe the dish detergent off his sleeve from doing the dishes.
Wa Zicong then shook off her hand, pushing her away, and said, "You don’t need to be so suspicious. We’ve broken up; my affairs are none of your concern. Go back to your home. Didn’t your father just pass away? You need to hurry back to take care of his funeral arrangements."
"Are you driving me away, or are you concerned about me?"
"Of course, I hope you leave quickly."
There must be something amiss. She had caught a glimpse of someone else’s shoes by his door, though they weren’t women’s shoes.
Lin Yishan’s eyes shifted, and she said in a low voice, "I’m alone, without anyone I can trust or feel confident in; I don’t know what to do when I go back. Why don’t I hire you, you accompany me back and help me deal with these matters. As for the remuneration, just name your price."
After listening to her, Wa Zicong’s face twitched, and a strange expression appeared at the corner of his mouth, as he said, "Do you think you can afford to hire me right now?"