Lin Yixun didn’t think twice and pressed the button to hang up the phone.
She didn’t know why Leng Yixiu had her number, nor did she understand why he suddenly called her. However, she was very clear that there was nothing to say between them.
But after a while, the phone vibrated again. Lin Yixun glanced at the flashing phone screen and once again pressed the button to hang up.
"Xiao Xun, why aren’t you answering?" Lin’s mother asked.
Lin Yixun curved her lips as if nothing had happened and explained, "It’s a spam call from a stranger."
To prevent the phone from ringing again, Lin Yixun finally decided to turn off the phone. Even though it was off, her heart was still uneasy. Why would Leng Yixiu call her?
No matter the reason, it couldn’t be good.
On the other end of the line, the man listened to the busy tone, his expression unreadable.
He suddenly turned to look at Old He behind him and said in a deep voice, "Take me to Yu Garden."
An hour later, a black Bentley drove into a villa in the suburbs of A City. The villa was located by the lake, built by the mountains and the lake, in a Gothic style, looking somewhat unreal under the nightshade, like a castle from a fairy tale.
As soon as the Bentley drove through the villa gates, a young woman in her twenties came up to greet them.
"Sir, you’re here." The woman respectfully took the briefcase from his hand and smiled, "Sir, you haven’t been here for a long time."
In the past, the man used to spend one day here every week.
"I went to T City recently."
"I see." The woman smiled and followed behind Leng Yixiu, going to the kitchen to heat a cup of milk tea for him.
In the past, every time Leng Yixiu came over, he would ask her to heat a cup of milk tea for him. At first, she found it a bit puzzling because milk tea was usually something girls liked to drink, and very few men enjoyed it, especially someone like Leng Yixiu.
But gradually, she got used to this habit of his, and every time Mr. Leng came over, she would take the initiative to heat a cup of milk tea for him.
The man took the milk tea from her hand and took a sip. His gaze wandered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking towards the direction of the flower house, seeming to be lost in thought.
Suddenly, his thin lips parted, "Ying Xia, how long have you been working at Yu Garden?"
Ying Xia, the woman addressed, truthfully responded, "Sir, I’ve been at Yu Garden for three years and five months. After this month, it will be three and a half years."
"It’s been this long already."
Ying Xia didn’t know what he was thinking and felt a bit uneasy. Was the sir going to fire her?
Just as she was feeling anxious, the man suddenly turned his gaze to her, "Where is the key to the flower house?"
"I just watered the plants in the flower house, so I haven’t locked it yet."
From the way he spoke, did he intend to go to the flower house? But it was already very late.
"Alright, you go to sleep first."
Ying Xia wanted to persuade him to rest early, but when the words reached her lips, she didn’t say them. After all, she was only a caretaker here; it wasn’t her place to talk about the owner’s business.
Actually, she had long been used to such situations. In the past, when Mr. Leng came over, most of the time he wasn’t in a good mood.
Whenever that happened, he would go to the flower house and pull out all the lavender in the flower house, not leaving a single one. But by the next day, he would plant them all back again.