Chapter 8

Yi'an understood this feeling of helplessness too well, which is why he seemed a little anxious."..."Song Lin looked at Shen Yian in confusion. She asked him, "Is your salary just for your mother"She...Song Rin gave off an air of aloofness, always appearing cold and distant, with a layer of mist perpetually surrounding him, making it impossible to see through.

I didn't expect the others to be so kind, at least they didn't leave her alone in the hospital.

Back then, she worked overtime to make a plan and ended up with a stomachache. She didn't dare tell her parents, so she could only call Gu Cheng and ask him to take her to the hospital.

The result came, the hospital check-up wasn't finished, Gu just said he was going to see a client and left her alone in the hospital.

Later on, she realized that the so-called clients were actually Gu Cheng's friends. The group spent the whole afternoon playing board games, and Gu Cheng explained that his friends could help him introduce clients.

She understood Gu Cheng's ambition to climb the ladder of success, so she didn't argue. After all, men should have a sense of purpose in their careers.

Now that I think about it, maybe Gu Cheng didn't really care for her back then. At least he saw through her now.

With a ding, the call bell above his head rang, pulling Shen Yian back to reality.

The nurse removed the needle from the young student across from her. The mother and child waved goodbye to her and left.

Shen Yian also waved his hand and glanced out the door, wondering where Song Lin had gone.

Just as I was thinking, the phone on the bedside table rang.

Shen Yian saw that it was a strange number and worried that it might be a new customer contacting her, so she didn't think much of it and answered the call immediately.

Hello, who is this

"Who are you" a woman's voice, hesitant, rose.

"Aren't you the one who was looking for me I am..."

Before Shen Yian could finish his words, someone snatched his phone and hung up forcefully.

Song Lin held his phone tightly, his fingertips white with anger.

"Shen Yian, please be clear about your position. I only married you to make my mother happy. Don't try to interfere in my affairs."

His voice was icy, each word making Shen Yian feel an unnatural chill.

"No, I..."

"Here are your car keys. The car is in the parking lot downstairs. Drive yourself home, and I'll head back to the office."

With a snap, the car keys along with a bowl of congee were placed on the table.

Shen Yanan's heart skipped a beat. After regaining her composure, she started looking for her bag. When she found it on the nearby stool, she reached out to grab it, still explaining.

"Mr. Song, you misunderstood. I really didn't know this was your phone. Our phones are exactly the same, and I thought it was my client. Don't believe me ... Look."

She finally found her phone, but Song Lin had already left.

She looked at her phone and sighed, it was really the same.

Why would he leave his phone lying around

Why didn't he write any notes

But who is that woman

Why is her voice so angry

Shen Yian didn't bother thinking about it because she smelled congee. She was starving, where did she have the time to care if Song Lin was angry or not She'd eat first and then worry about it later.

......

Song Lin took a car back to the company, and Xu Da hurried to meet him.

"Boss, your work permit is ready." Xu Da handed him a work permit that read "Programmer".

"Well, tell the people below not to reveal my identity, and also you go find a few people to come to my house."

"The villa"

"No, my temporary apartment. I'm looking for a few people to make it uninhabitable." Song Lin said.

Xu Da was taken aback and curiously asked, "Boss, why"

Song Lin: "You don't need to worry about it, just do as you're told."

Xu Da nodded. "Okay, I'll go now."

Song Lin turned and walked into the office, leaning against the window and lighting a cigarette between his fingers.

A white mist swirled around him, making his eyes appear as dark as ink. Thinking of Shen Yian's audacity, a hint of danger flashed in his eyes.

He wouldn't let a woman like that live with him and hoped Shen Yian would be smart enough to know when to step back.

Suddenly, the sound of his phone vibrating interrupted his thoughts.

"Just now I wanted to ask you some technical questions. A woman answered the phone, did she pick up your phone"

The probing questions, each word carefully considered, were both affectionate and cautious.

"What problem" Song Lin's attitude was plainly official.

"It's fine, I already solved it."

"Hmm."

Song Lin put down his phone and ended the conversation directly.

The other person on the screen kept typing, but in the end, they sent nothing.

......

Shen Yi'an finished his porridge and waited for another half hour, the intravenous drip finally ended.

She pressed the cotton ball down and went downstairs. The summer night had a chill in the air, so she pulled her neck in and ran towards the parking lot, using her car key to find her car.

Following the navigation, she arrived at Song Lin's residential complex and was slightly surprised by the high-end buildings before her.

Do all programmers make so much money

While this location is not in Haicheng's prime real estate area, it offers convenient transportation, complete living amenities, and a peaceful ambiance away from the hustle and bustle.

And Song Lin's district is still the most upscale in this area, and it's a large apartment. How much would that cost

Before Shen Yian could figure out the price, a security guard had already knocked on the window. After explaining the situation, the security guard raised his baton.

She drove along the driveway into the underground parking lot and found parking space number 8 according to the signs.

After parking the car, she took her luggage off and entered the elevator. Then she swiped her card and pressed the 12th floor button.

As the elevator rose, so did her anxiety.

Did she get married

She's actually going to live with a man

Shen Yi'an became more and more nervous, unconsciously clenching the handle of his suitcase.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened.

Shen Yian nervously found his way to Song Lin's door.

She carefully took out her key and opened the door, not knowing what a high-end house like this would look like.

After pushing open the door, she was dumbfounded.

Is there anyone living here

Song Lin clearly looked like a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Why was his house like a dog's den

No, even the dog house elevated him.

This is clearly a landfill.

The doorway is littered with shoes, and there are even socks on the floor. The coat seems to have grown on the ground, too lazy to pick it up.

The trash cans were overflowing and garbage was strewn everywhere. There wasn't a single place to sit on the sofa, it was completely covered in clutter and clothes. If she wasn't mistaken, there were even... underwear.

Shen Yian stared in disbelief at the surroundings, completely unable to connect this filthy and chaotic environment with the cold and serious Song Lin.

How could she possibly live like this

Maybe it's best to just find an excuse to go back home. Besides, Song Lin doesn't seem to want her around anyway.

It's hard to explain to Auntie Mo, she spent 500,000 yuan to marry her son off, but they ended up living separately. It just doesn't make sense no matter how you put it.

Alas.

......

The elevator doors opened, Song Lin walked to his front door, and he raised his hand to look at his watch.

It's been three hours since Li and Shen Yi'an broke up, and unsurprisingly, Shen Yi'an should know better than to be at his house.

Xu Da's men ransacked the house, making it completely uninhabitable.

A gold-digger like Shen Yian, marrying him is solely for the money and she would never humble herself.

He just wants to find a woman to make his mother feel at ease. They each get what they need, and once his mother's excitement wears off, he'll give her a severance pay, clean and straightforward.

As for anything else, don't even think about it.

Song Lin just opened the door and couldn't help but be taken aback.st long....Results....Late at night, past eleven.Shen Yian felt as if he were being pressed down by a ghost, his head throbbing, as if someone was constantly whispering in his ear.She could bear it no...