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Since the day I confronted him face-to-face and called him a "pervert," Chen Yi seemed to have finally received a heavy blow. He disappeared for several days. The ostentatious luxury car at the street corner was gone, and the disheveled figure outside the studio had vanished as well. My world had finally returned to a state of peace.
A Zhe was quite pleased, thinking that Chen Yi had finally given up. But I knew it wasn't that simple. Someone like Chen Yi had an extremely strong sense of pride and was also highly obsessive. This humiliation might cause him to retreat temporarily, but it would never make him truly let go. He would only lie in wait like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, waiting for the next opportunity to strike.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before new troubles arose. The small advertising company I worked for suddenly lost several important long-term clients. The boss, after inquiring around, vaguely learned that someone was applying pressure from behind the scenes. It didn't take much thought to know who it was—Chen Yi.
When he couldn't confront me openly, he resorted to underhanded tactics, trying to ruin my job to force me into submission.
"Lin Wan, I'm sorry," the boss said with a guilty expression as she called me into her office. "The company is currently... facing financial difficulties, and we might not be able to keep so many people on staff."
I understood that she had no choice. Chen Yi's influence was beyond what this small company could withstand.
"I understand, boss," I replied calmly. "Thank you for taking care of me during this time."
I had no complaints; this was something I had anticipated. As I left the company, several close colleagues came to see me off, expressing their indignation on my behalf.
"That President Chen is too much! He just won't let go!"
"Lin Wan Jie, don't be upset! With your talent, you'll definitely find a better job!"
I smiled and bid them farewell.
Losing my job didn't make me feel depressed. Instead, it allowed me to see the true nature of Chen Yi more clearly and strengthened my resolve to stand on my own two feet.
I may have lost my job, but I still had my paintbrush. I decided to temporarily stop looking for work and focus entirely on my art. I poured more time into my creations. In the small courtyard, I often sat in front of the easel for an entire day.
I organized my artworks and began to actively reach out to various galleries and art platforms. At first, it didn't go smoothly. Many galleries showed little interest in newcomers.
But I didn't lose heart. I believed that as long as my work was good enough, I would eventually encounter someone who appreciated it. During this time, A Zhe quietly stayed by my side. He no longer mentioned Chen Yi but cared for me and supported me in his own way. He would run errands to buy art supplies, help me tidy up the studio, and bring me a cup of hot tea when I was tired from painting.
I knew of his kindness, but the door in my heart remained tightly shut. I couldn't be sure if I was ready to accept a new relationship, nor could I determine if being with A Zhe was truly right for me. More importantly, I didn't want to drag him into the mess between Chen Yi and me.
Chen Yi's harassment continued. The galleries I had contacted inexplicably changed their minds. Even the landlord of the small courtyard where I rented suddenly demanded that I vacate the premises within a deadline.
His tactics grew increasingly despicable and devoid of any bottom line. He was like a madman, resorting to any means necessary to destroy the life I had painstakingly built. Did he think that by doing this, he could force me into a corner and make me return to him?
Standing in the empty courtyard, watching the flowers and plants about to wither, my heart felt cold. Chen Yi, you will never understand.
What you destroyed were merely my living space and my job. But you cannot destroy my will or my soul. The more you suppress me, the stronger I will become.
My heart was completely frozen the day I left you. No matter what means you employ, you can no longer hurt me in the slightest. Instead, it only makes me feel... how pitiful and laughable you truly are.
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