Before going to Bali, Sheng Anran vaguely suspected the relationship between Ye Huanyan and Ling Han. There were women's belongings in Ling Han's house, and they were very expensive. They definitely did not belong to the servant who looked like a country bumpkin. Excluding Ji Xiaoyue, who was rumored to have an affair with Ling Han but had resigned in the personnel record, there was only Ye Huanyan, whom she saw with her own eyes walking out of Ling Han's villa in the middle of the night.
Although Qiao Mu did not confess, her woman's intuition told her that Ye Huanyan was definitely the woman who lived with Ling Han.
And if she wanted to be promoted, the first step was to push this woman away, starting from living together, and then find a way to become Mrs. Ling.
So she offered to help Ling Han negotiate the contract with President Li, and the condition was that she wanted to move into the villa in Jinjiang Court and live with him after the deal was done.
However, Ling Han gave her a better choice that she could not refuse.
As Ling Han said, the house in Fujin Court was where Ling Han's parents lived, so the person who lived there was naturally a very important person in the Ling Family, which was equivalent to admitting her identity as the hostess in a disguised way.
Even if Ye Huanyan still lived in Jinjiang Court, so what?
The person who could live in the most meaningful house in the Ling Family was the future Mrs. Ling.
"Han, thank you. I'm so happy."
The sweet voice coming from the phone could almost make most men in the world feel a sense of achievement, but Ling Han frowned.
"It's nothing. You deserve it."
Pleasure was his world. It was easy to fight for power, but difficult to keep it. What he was facing now was the problem of the board of directors abusing power. Although it was not serious, he had to be prepared in advance.
He did not care how much gossip he had. Most of those women were female artists in the company. If there was news, there would be exposure, and if there was exposure, he could successfully make them popular. At worst, he could clear their names later. As long as there were these popular artists, Pleasure's annual income was enough to shut the mouths of those people on the board of directors.
After Ling Dongming left, he truly felt the pressure of managing a large company.
This was also the reason why he couldn't blame his father even though he knew that it wasn't his fault for cheating. He had already endured enough pressure, so there was nothing to be sorry about.
Everyone had their own selfish desires. Ling Dongming's selfish desires were lust that couldn't be rationally controlled, while Ling Han's selfish desires were hatred, hatred that couldn't be rationally controlled.
He went downstairs from the study. The food on the dining table was untouched. Ye Huanyan's door was closed.
Ling Han glanced at Ling Ling.
She understood and carefully explained, "Miss Ye didn't come out. I knocked on the door but didn't hear any response. Maybe she came back too late last night and went to sleep again."
Ling Han frowned as he looked at Ye Huanyan's door. He strode over, raised his hand, and knocked twice.
"Ye Huanyan, I'll give you ten minutes. Come out and eat."
There was no response from inside the room.
Ling Han pushed open the door. On the beige bed, a thin and weak body was curled up under the blanket. Her back was facing him, and her posture was stiff. It was obvious that she wasn't asleep at all.
Ling Han's brows were tinged with coldness. He turned around, picked up the tray, and strode in.
"When I'm talking to you properly, do as I say."
"I'm not eating..." Ye Huanyan still maintained her posture with her back to him. Her voice was muffled, and she had a rebellious attitude.
Ling Han's eyes turned cold. "Get up."
"I said I'm not eating."
She gritted her teeth, pulled the blanket over her head, and looked like she was going to fight to the end.
Ling Han didn't have much patience to begin with. When he saw this, he put the tray on the cabinet beside him, violently pulled the blanket away, and directly lifted her up. He wrapped one hand around her shoulder, grabbed the back of her neck, and stuffed a piece of toast into her mouth with the other hand.
At first, she was still struggling. Perhaps it was because of the overnight flight and the shock just now, her body gradually couldn't take it anymore. The moment he pinched her chin, her teeth loosened, and a piece of toast was violently stuffed into her mouth.
She was choked and felt uncomfortable. She covered her chest, and her face turned red.
Then, she directly drank half a cup of milk, and only then did it ease the toast in her throat.
The bed was a mess. There were bread crumbs and milk stains. It was like the scene of an insensible child after a big fight.
Halfway through the milk, she probably choked. She covered her chest and coughed violently. Ling Han felt suffocated. He shook her body off and put down the cup of milk heavily. His face was extremely dark.
"You're protesting by going on a hunger strike. Who are you trying to threaten? Every cent you used was given to you by the Ling family. What right do you have to talk to me about that house? "
Ye Huanyan raised her head with tears in her eyes. She saw the figure standing by the bed. His expensive suit was a mess. She pursed her lips, and for a moment, she was speechless.
She was just living under someone else's roof. What right did she have to be picky?
She slowly moved to the side of the bed, picked up the plate, and put the fried egg into her mouth with a fork. She ate the fruit and drank the milk on the side. She lowered her head the whole time, holding back her tears, and stuffed her cheeks until they were bulging.
Ling Han's voice returned to normal, and there was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes. When he left, he left a sentence.
"Clean yourself up after you're done eating."
The moment he walked out of the room, Ling Han felt very stuffy in his chest.
Ye Huanyan was a person with sharp edges. She had a personality like a wild cat, and she was too stubborn. He hadn't seen her fight with anyone for a long time. Although the words "I don't" made him angry, it made him miss it even more.
Many years ago, she also shouted at Jiang Meilan at home like this, "I don't want to learn the violin."
Or, "What's the point of playing the piano? I don't want it."
Or, "I want that album. If you don't buy it, I'll go on a hunger strike."
Or, "Brother Ling Han, what's your relationship with that woman? I don't like her. "
"I don't" used to be her synonym.
She had a lot of resistance in her heart. Not long after she came to the Ling family, she ushered in the rebellious period.
He, who had been respectful to his parents since he was young, had never experienced such resistance. He had never had the chance to say "I don't".
After Ye Huanyan finished eating, Ling Ling went into the room to clean up the mess. When she saw the mess on the bed, she couldn't help but sigh. She was obviously young, but she used an experienced tone to comfort Ye Huanyan.
"Miss Ye, don't be stubborn with Young Master. Young Master's temper has always been firm. He can be persuaded by reason but not cowed by force. Why do you have to be like this?"
Ye Huanyan was a little numb to these words. She had comforted herself like this before, but the more she comforted herself, the more it seemed that it was natural for her to endure. She had forgotten that she was once an arrogant young lady.
"Where is he?"
"Young Master, Young Master just went out directly. Do you need me to call and ask where he went?"
"There's no need."
It was good that he went out. After a short handshake, it was indeed stormy again. The room on the second floor was where her nightmare began. Now that she was going back to the starting point, she had to adapt to it before he came back.
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