What does Leng Yixiu want to do? What does he take her for?
She is someone with independent thinking, not a puppet to be manipulated at will. She does not want to be Leng Yixiu’s plaything, nor does she want to be a caged bird in this luxurious prison.
"I’m sorry, Miss Lin, you can’t go out!" Lin Yixun walked to the villa gate but was stopped by the bodyguard at the door.
"I’m going to work, why are you stopping me?" Today, she must get out no matter what.
"These are Mr. Leng’s orders. If Miss Lin has any questions or opinions, you can call Mr. Leng."
"Mr. Leng, Mr. Leng! Does his word equate to an imperial edict? Do you know what you are doing? I can sue you in court, do you know that?"
"Miss Lin, if you have any questions, you can call Mr. Leng." The bodyguard still repeated the same phrase.
"Call him? My phone has been confiscated, would you at least give me a phone to make a call?"
"Miss Lin, if you need to make a call, you can see Sister Yi."
Lin Yixun, unable to contain her anger, turned back to the villa’s living room and got a phone from Sister Yi. She forcefully dialed a string of numbers, but instead of dialing Leng Yixiu, she called the police.
Leng Yixiu had confined her here, and she had every right to accuse him of kidnapping. By then, she would also expose how he had violated her and see what he would do to her and her mother.
However, for some reason, she only got a busy signal in response. Frustrated, she hung up and dialed the fire department, but the result was the same, just a busy signal.
Seeing Lin Yixun’s angry expression and about to dial another number, Sister Yi couldn’t bear it anymore and said softly, "Miss Lin, this phone can only connect to Mr. Leng’s number."
"What?" Lin Yixun thought she had misheard.
"This phone is a new product developed by Mr. Leng’s company. Before giving it to me, Mr. Leng specially set it up."
Lin Yixun’s anger, already bubbling over, couldn’t be contained any longer, "Who does Leng Yixiu think he is? How dare he do this?"
What does Leng Yixiu want to do? Does he want to lock her up in this cold prison for life?
Lin Yixun, shaking with rage, dialed a long string of numbers. After a few rings, a familiar man’s voice came through the phone.
"Shut up! You don’t deserve to call my name! Leng Yixiu, how dare you restrict my personal freedom? Who do you think you are, what do you take me for?"
Lin Yixun’s voice was so loud that even Assistant Chen, who was reporting in front of Leng Yixiu’s desk, could hear it. He glanced cautiously at his boss’s face, which indeed had turned darker than Guan Gong’s.
Just as Assistant Chen expected his boss to erupt in anger, who would have thought that Boss Leng would swallow his rage, his voice unexpectedly calm and even a tinge of imperceptible gentleness.
"Your body hasn’t recovered; it’s not suitable for you to move around."
"I know my own body. Remove the bodyguards at the door, now! Immediately!"
"Now is not the time."
"If now is not the time, when will it be?"
"When the time is right, I’ll let you know. I have things to do on my end, so I’ll hang up now." With that, Leng Yixiu hung up the phone.
Assistant Chen, standing to the side, picked up on some clues from Leng Yixiu’s words. Seeing his boss’s face darker than Bao Zheng’s, he could tell that it was probably related to Miss Lin.
In such a situation, Assistant Chen wisely kept silent and even planned to slip away. Just then, Leng Yixiu suddenly stood up and handed the document in his hand to him.
"I’m going home for a while. Cancel all today’s meetings."
"President Leng, should we also cancel the meeting with the president of Yueqi?" Yueqi is one of the top groups in the country, canceling at the last minute could affect future cooperation between the two companies.
"I said cancel everything, got it?"
"This..." Seeing Leng Yixiu’s impatience, Assistant Chen dared not say more and quickly nodded, "Okay, I’ll take care of it."
Seeing Leng Yixiu leave in haste, Assistant Chen couldn’t help but shake his head. How does that saying go, "heroes cannot pass the beauty hurdle", indeed, who would have thought that the cold, ruthless Boss Leng, who always prioritized work, would repeatedly break his principles for a woman.
He had to admit, just from this, he couldn’t underestimate Miss Lin.
He was about to leave the president’s office to deal with the mess left by his boss when he ran into an unexpected visitor at the door.
Assistant Chen felt a headache coming on. What he feared had come to pass: how did he end up running into the boss’s fiancée?
"Miss Cheng, are you here to see President Leng?" Assistant Chen smiled at her politely, "Unfortunately, President Leng just left."
"Yes, he has a client to meet." Assistant Chen lied without blinking an eye.
"Meeting a client?" Cheng Ying frowned slightly, "Do you know when he’ll be back?"
"I’m not sure. If the conversation goes well, he might be back by the morning, but if the client is difficult, it could take all day."
Hearing this, Cheng Ying’s eyes dimmed. She handed a bag to Assistant Chen, saying, "I was hoping to have lunch with him, but it looks like it won’t be possible now. If he returns in between, please give him this lunchbox on my behalf."
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With Leng Yixiu not around, Cheng Ying had no reason to stay. After making sure everything was said, she left quietly. Seeing this, Assistant Chen couldn’t help but shake his head.
What a fine woman, beautiful, with a great figure, and an exceptionally good temper. The most important thing is her deep love for the boss. He just doesn’t understand why the boss keeps ignoring such a good woman and instead focuses so much on Miss Lin.
Could it be that a forced melon is sweeter?
Leaving the president’s office, Cheng Ying took the elevator down to the underground parking lot, where her car, a Cadillac, was parked. It was low-profile, making it hard for paparazzi to photograph.
As she drove out of the parking garage, Cheng Ying dialed Leng Yixiu’s number, and as usual, the man took a long time to answer.
"Yixiu, are you free for lunch?"
"I’m afraid not; there’s still a lot to handle at the company."
"Are you at the company now?"
Cheng Ying’s grip on the phone tightened, but her voice remained calm, "Alright, you get busy first. I’ll call you later."