In the villa of Jinjiang Court, Ling Han walked into the house with his suit jacket.
Lingling carefully observed his face. "Young Master, you are back. The meal is ready."
Ling Han threw the jacket on the sofa and walked towards the second floor with a sullen face.
Lingling stood in the living room, looked back at the dishes on the table, and sighed silently.
After Ye Huanyan left, this house had no vitality at all. The young master's temper was unpredictable. Although the salary was high, it made her feel uncomfortable all over.
Ling Han entered the bedroom, pulled the safe, and took out the napkin portrait that was not much bigger than a palm. He gave it to Su Mang to repair at the beginning. After she repaired it, she added a wooden frame outside, made a special seal, and pressed it very flat.
There were only a few strokes on the portrait with a ballpoint pen, but it was very charming. There was a gentle smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
That was himself eight years ago.
Or the self in Ye Huanyan's heart eight years ago.
He never thought that he was a gentle person, whether to his friends or family. In his impression, he always seemed to be very impatient when they were around.
After leaving home in his teens, he lived in the United States. As soon as he turned 18, he moved out and rented a bachelor apartment. He had never seen what real feelings were like, and he didn't remember how his parents got along with each other before Jiang Meilan appeared in Ling Dongming's life.
He didn't deny that he was emotionally deficient, but he had no strategy to deal with it.
That portrait was one of the more special things that Ye Huanyan had given him. In fact, he still had many things that she had given him, either intentionally or unintentionally. There was the thumb-sized Statue of Liberty tied with a red string, a little frog that could bounce, a pink fountain pen, and a pair of gloves with a white ball of fluff.
In the depths of the safe, there was also a half-woven scarf.
Ye Huanyan's handiwork was very good. The half-woven scarf was very smooth, and the gray cashmere felt very warm. The needle fell off halfway. At that time, he had just received the news that Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan had a car accident.
Later, he didn't continue to knit the scarf and put it away quietly.
In the past, he had locked many things in this safe, including many memories.
Until he saw Ye Huanyan's cold attitude towards him for the past two days, saw her get into Su Nianhua's car without looking back, saw the man in the car smiling gently and dotingly, he suddenly realized that he had lost his entire world.
It seemed that he should be angry. If it were him in the past, he would definitely rush up to Ye Huanyan and drag her home. He would fiercely scold her, humiliate her verbally, and ask her why she was so fickle and shameless.
But now, there was a deep sense of powerlessness spreading in his heart.
She was a free person and never owed him anything. However, she was treated as a tool for him to vent his anger on Wen Qingwan's accidental death. He treated her unreasonably for an entire year.
What right did he have to be angry with her and ask her to do as she wished?
The night was waning, and a lonely shadow was printed on the curtain, swaying until dawn.
After work for three days in a row, Ye Huanyan followed Su Nianhua to the scene of the birthday party to arrange the dress rehearsal.
This was the first birthday party of Su Nianhua after he returned to China. It was also a return to his fans, which was equivalent to a "solidification of fans", so it was a very important thing for him.
The day before the birthday party, Ye Huanyan went to Fengshang to get the costume for Su Nianhua's birthday party. She met Su Mang who had just come back from Bali. There was a handsome middle-aged man beside him, who was Li Ao, whom she had met at the scene of the last dinner party.
Su Mang asked Ji Xiaoyue to get the costume, and then invited Ye Huanyan to sit down in the office.
"I've been on a business trip for a long time this time. I didn't know until I came back that you didn't have a good time before. How are you recently?"
Su Mang casually covered up Ye Huanyan's miscarriage and asked very carefully.
Ye Huanyan held the coffee cup and smiled slightly, "Sister Su Mang, thank you for your concern. I'm fine recently."
"I heard that you went back to work at Pleasure again," Su Mang smiled meaningfully, "I thought that you wouldn't go back, so I wanted to poach you to work for me. You worked for me for two months before, and you did a much better job than my two assistants."
Ye Huanyan looked up at Su Mang, "The employees of Fengshang cooperate very well, and it didn't cost me much. If Sister Su Mang still needs my help in the future, just let me know."
"I need your help? I'm afraid I have to ask for your boss's opinion. When you first came to my place, it was I who begged him to reluctantly agree. He repeatedly told me not to let you tire yourself out. Look at him, it's as if my company is a place that eats people without spitting out bones."
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned and asked hesitantly, "Sister Su Mang, you must be kidding."
At that time, Ling Han hated her too much. How could he ask Su Mang to take care of her?
"At that time, I meant to let you go to Paris with me on a business trip. But Xiao Yue went to Yunnan, and I was short of one person. The day before I went there, I told Ling Han about it. He refused at once, saying that if he took you to Paris, he wouldn't lend you to me."
Su Mang looked at her expression with interest. She rolled her eyes in her eye sockets, "Ling Han's temper is not like my teacher's at all, but his character is unquestionable. My teacher is gentle and elegant, and so is his wife. It's just that the two of them have always been too indifferent to each other. They have never cared much about Ling Han and sent him abroad early. He is not a bad person, but he lacks feelings …"
Ye Huanyan was a little absent-minded.
Su Mang talked to herself for a while. She talked about the "napkin portrait" that was sold at a sky-high price at the charity banquet last year. She also talked about the two months when Ye Huanyan worked in Fengshang. Ling Han asked someone to take care of her openly and secretly. She even mentioned a lot of things that happened before the relationship between Ye Huanyan and Ling Han became rigid.
Su Mang was almost forty years old this year. She took good care of herself. She looked like she was in her early thirties. Ten years ago, when Ye Huanyan just joined the Ling Family, Su Mang had just graduated for two years. She was working as Ye Huanyan's chief secretary in the Department of Pleasure.
During the time when Ye Huanyan followed Jiang Meilan into the Ling Family, Su Mang suddenly quit her job. She changed from the chief secretary in the Department of Pleasure to a lowly secretary in Fengshang. It only took her three years to become the chief editor from the secretary in the Department of Pleasure.
Although she was forty years old now, she was beautiful and a big shot in the fashion industry. She was not short of young men who were pursuing her. But it was not until two years ago that people heard that she was in a relationship.
Two years ago, on the night of the New Year's Eve, the paparazzi photographed her drunk in a bar in Hokkaido, Japan. Li Ao was accompanying her.
Su Mang looked at Ye Huanyan with a kind of loving attitude of an elder, "My teacher is really rational. She knows what she wants and doesn't want, what can be compromised, and what is the bottom line. But Ling Han is different. He is like a ripe persimmon. He looks perfect when he is red, but in fact, only those who eat him know how unripe he is inside."
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