Although Leng Yixiu didn’t explicitly say it, Lin Yixun still sensed the meaning in his words. In this man’s eyes, she was his mistress and should obediently listen to him, do as he says.
"Heh..." Lin Yixun chuckled softly, "Leng Yixiu, I haven’t forgotten what my status is. But, Leng Yixiu, I am a person, not your slave!"
Lin Yixun hung up the phone, but the anger and humiliation in her heart lingered for a long time. She is a person with flesh and blood, she has the freedom to choose her job, the freedom to decide how to work. Why does Leng Yixiu have to control her so tightly, not even giving her this small space of freedom to work? This text is hosted at novel·fire·net
She smiled self-deprecatingly. It seemed that what those people said in the bathroom earlier wasn’t wrong. It’s just that her backing isn’t a "sugar daddy," but essentially, it’s the same.
Perhaps, deep down, this is what she cares about most. No matter how hard she tries, she ultimately can’t face reality, ultimately can’t let go of the last shred of pride within her.
Clearly, pride is the most dispensable thing in this world!
That night, Leng Yixiu didn’t return to the Half Mountain Villa. From a gossip newspaper, Lin Yixun accidentally learned that last night, the man was with Cheng Ying, attending the highest-class party of the upper society in T City together.
Lin Yixun sneered privately. See, this is the difference between her and Cheng Ying. In formal occasions, the one being taken out is always the legitimate wife, while she can only stay in the dark corner, unseen.
But it’s okay, this way when the time comes, she can leave quietly and without embarrassment.
Lin Yixun flipped through the newspaper but didn’t find any information about Ouyang Hao. These days, whenever she passed by the newspaper stop, Lin Yixun couldn’t help but buy a newspaper, but the result was always the same. Ouyang Hao, usually active in the major media, seemed to have vanished from the world without any information.
She dropped her shoulders weakly, thinking that during this time, Ouyang Hao’s family must be keeping a very close eye on him. That’s good, it will help him forget about her and let her cut off thoughts of him as soon as possible.
Lin Yixun walked slowly to the garbage can and threw the newspaper in. She made a secret resolution that the next time she passes by the newspaper stand, she must control her hand, and focus on her own heart.
In a blink, another week passed. For Lin Yixun, this day was the most nerve-wracking day of her life. At 9 a.m., Lin’s mother was pushed into the operating room, followed by a long wait.
The caregiver, seeing Lin Yixun pacing nervously, came up to comfort her by patting her shoulder, "Xiao Xun, don’t be so nervous, your mom will be fine."
"Really? The doctor said that mom’s body has dragged on for too long, it’s no longer the best time for a kidney transplant, the risk is very high. Will she... will she..."
"No, that won’t happen. The hospital has invited the world’s best medical team this time, the surgery will definitely be successful."
"Yes, yes, with the best doctors in the world operating, my mom will definitely be okay, definitely!" Lin Yixun kept comforting herself.
As time ticked by, she finally made it through until the end of the surgery.
The moment the surgery doors opened, Lin Yixun rushed up, "Doctor, how is my mom?"
She was too agitated and forgot that the doctor didn’t speak Chinese, but the doctor still understood her meaning and raised his lips, giving her an "OK" gesture.