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Zhao Shusen was truly a lucky guy. Perhaps it was the seed of jealousy planted back then that made me obsessed with Lin Jinhe. Years later, when we reunited, I still wanted to have her. But now, it was time to let go of this obsession.
The door opened. I stood in the foyer, my gaze sweeping across the room. Lin Jinhe had given this place to Zhao Shusen, and everywhere were traces of his life. I had painstakingly decorated this apartment for her.
On the sofa, Lin Jinhe's coat and Zhao Shusen's clothes were intimately tangled together. The entire space was suffused with a nauseating air of ambiguity. I had always been calm and rational, believing that every problem had a solution. Useless emotions were meaningless. But at that moment, I felt an uncontrollable surge of anger and betrayal for the first time. I wanted to smash everything in here.
Taking a deep breath, I waited for my anger to subside slightly before expressionlessly closing the door. Then, I booked a flight to the city where Lin Jinhe was.
By the time I arrived, it was already afternoon, and Lin Jinhe was on set. The crew members greeted me respectfully as they saw me. I nodded slightly until the Assistant Director approached.
We were somewhat familiar with each other; in this industry, connections meant everything. After exchanging pleasantries, he lowered his voice and said, "Manager Xie, honestly, who is that guy trending with Lin Jinhe? He’s always sticking around the set, and Lin Jinhe’s attitude towards him is quite special."
I frowned, my tone icy: "He's just a new assistant."
The Assistant Director hesitated before finally saying, "Well, with that kid's level of skill, Lin Jinhe wouldn't be interested."
I let out a cold laugh and followed him to Lin Jinhe's trailer. Pushing open the door, what greeted my eyes was a scene of chaos.
The half-open bag of chips lay beside me, and a half-finished cup of coffee sat on the table. A coat belonging to Zhao Shusen hung over the back of a chair.
I didn’t get into the car; instead, I turned around and saw Lin Jinhe's assistant crouched on the ground, engrossed in his phone.
“Xiao Wang,” I said coldly.
He looked up at me, startled, and hurriedly turned off the screen. “Th-thank you, Manager Xie.”
I looked down at him from above. “Go tell Lin Jinhe to meet me after filming. We have something to discuss.”
“Y-yes.” He grabbed his phone and ran off like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Someone brought over a lounge chair, and feeling somewhat fatigued, I closed my eyes for a brief rest.
I don’t know how long it was before I opened my eyes to find Lin Jinhe sitting next to me, draping a coat over my shoulders.
I disdainfully tossed the coat aside and pulled out a wet wipe to clean my hands.
She turned to me, her gaze shifting from the discarded coat to the wet wipe in my hand, her expression changing slightly.
I took my time finishing wiping my hands before looking at her. “Where’s Zhao Shusen?”
She didn’t explain but quietly said, “Xie Xingyun, I have no choice.”
Though it was vague, I understood.
She had no choice because Zhao Shusen was her first love, the most precious person in her youthful memories. She couldn’t let go, couldn’t ignore him, couldn’t harden her heart against him.
How touching that deep affection was.
I scoffed as I pulled a contract from my briefcase and tossed it to her.
She caught it and glanced at it in surprise.
It was Zhao Shusen’s employment contract.
I spoke coldly, “Since you’re publicly saying he’s your ‘life assistant,’ then don’t let anyone see through the facade. Have him sign the contract; you’re in need of an assistant anyway, and you two are quite familiar with each other—perfect match.”
“The salary will be deducted from your card; you can decide how much.”
Lin Jinhe was stunned, clearly not expecting me to be so ruthless.
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