Lin Yixun lay in bed, overthinking the whole night. It wasn’t until dawn that she drifted off to sleep, only to find the man gone when she woke up again.
She glanced at the side of the bed, noticing the lingering scent of the man on the sheets and even in the air. Lin Yixun got up, and the first thing she did was replace all the bed linens, including her pajamas.
Seeing her carrying the bed linens downstairs, Sister Yi couldn’t help but say, "Miss Lin, these linens were just changed yesterday."
"Were they?" Lin Yixun raised an eyebrow, "But they’re dirty now."
Upon hearing this, Sister Yi seemed to understand something all of a sudden, her old face blushing. She hurriedly stepped forward to take the linens from Lin Yixun’s hands, "Alright, alright, I’ll go clean these immediately."
Lin Yixun noticed the peculiar expression on Sister Yi’s face, feeling momentarily confused, but soon understanding. She suddenly wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.
No wonder Sister Yi’s expression was so peculiar earlier, even a bit ambiguous. It turns out she misunderstood.
Lin Yixun could neither laugh nor cry. She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, "Sister Yi, actually last night..."
"Young people are full of energy; it’s quite normal. Besides, Mr. Leng usually deals with a lot of work pressure. Understandable, understandable!"
Lin Yixun’s lips twitched, her shoulders slumping in defeat. It seems explaining would only make things worse.
"Miss Lin, Mr. Leng asked me to give you this before he left today."
When Lin Yixun looked up, she saw a bank card in Sister Yi’s hand. Despite Sister Yi’s respectful demeanor, Lin Yixun could easily see the disdain in her eyes. Sister Yi probably thought the money in this card was compensation for Lin Yixun spending the night with Leng Yixiu.
Lin Yixun chose not to expose Sister Yi’s disdain. After all, everyone knew about Leng Yixiu’s fiancée, Cheng Ying, and it was understandable for people to despise Lin Yixun for getting involved as the third party.
Even though Lin Yixun had her reasons, she couldn’t defend herself righteously against public scorn.
A third party is a third party; it’s not an honorable role, regardless of the reasons behind it.
She lowered her gaze to the bank card, the corner of her mouth curling into a sarcastic smile, "Sister Yi, please tell Leng Yixiu that I won’t take a penny more than what’s owed to me, nor will I take a penny less."
Their transaction only involved her body and her mother’s life. She didn’t want to involve anything else. She truly needed money, but she had hands and feet and could earn it herself.
Soon, Sister Yi called Leng Yixiu to inform him that Lin Yixun refused to take the card.
The man’s face darkened. After a long silence, he coldly said, "Fine, I know."
After hanging up, the man didn’t look pleased. He pondered for a while before asking the female secretary who came in with coffee, "Secretary Qin, may I ask you a question?"
Secretary Qin thought she was hallucinating. The all-powerful boss was actually asking her a question—could it be raining red outside?
"Pres... President, whatever your question is, feel free to ask. I’ll answer to the best of my knowledge."
"Do you women... all like money?"