CHAPTER 216: CHAPTER 208 WHO PITIES ME 1

What is the language of the heather flower?

When she finally saw the words on the screen clearly, Lin Zhenxin’s expression suddenly froze.

Someone quickly sat down opposite her.

Her neatly combed hair was slicked back behind her head, and she was wearing a gray-brown professional suit, exuding an extraordinary aura.

"Hello, Miss Lin." She was the first to speak.

Lin Zhenxin smiled but didn’t say anything.

"To get straight to the point, I am Susan He’s assistant."

Noticing Lin Zhenxin’s apparent hesitation upon hearing the name ’Susan He,’ she quickly added another sentence.

"Ms. Susan He is the aunt of Miss He Nuoxin and Mr. He Bainian."

The expression on Lin Zhenxin’s face instantly turned a few degrees colder.

There was a brief silence between the two.

"Do you have any business with me?" However, Lin Zhenxin quickly composed herself.

The assistant gazed deeply at her for a moment and then took out a check with an already-filled amount from her bag...

and pushed it toward Lin Zhenxin!

A full ten million!

The phone rang again and again, but Li Chengze didn’t reach out to answer.

"Why aren’t you answering?" Tu Haohao asked.

Li Chengze didn’t speak; he flipped the phone over on the coffee table and continued eating.

But clearly, he was utterly distracted.

Do more words need to be spoken?

Tu Haohao’s gaze dimmed as she placed the lunchbox she was holding on the coffee table with a soft click.

However, before she could speak, the door to the president’s office was pushed open from the outside.

He Nuoxin walked in gracefully, her steps elegant, but her expression noticeably halted when she saw Tu Haohao there.

"Nuoxin, why are you here?" For some reason, Li Chengze felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

He Nuoxin ignored him, her gaze instead falling on Tu Haohao.

Was he ignoring her calls because of this woman?

"I asked my aunt to pull some strings and have Aunt Li arrange for bail today. The procedures can be done today."

Joy instantly appeared on Li Chengze’s face.

"Really?"

"Of course, it’s true."

Feigning nonchalance, He Nuoxin reached out to straighten his tie, then instinctively glanced in Tu Haohao’s direction.

"Thank you, thank you, Nuoxin." Li Chengze was completely unaware, only excitedly reaching out to tightly embrace He Nuoxin before him.

Tu Haohao’s gaze met He Nuoxin’s, whose chin rested on Li Chengze’s shoulder.

There was a flash of triumph in the latter’s eyes, while the former remained as calm as ever.

"If that’s the case, you should go," Tu Haohao’s gaze fell on the bunch of heather, her voice flat.

Li Chengze didn’t notice her abnormality and went outside to hand over work matters to the secretary.

The president’s office was left with only Tu Haohao and He Nuoxin...

"What does this mean?" Lin Zhenxin looked at the ten million check, her eyes icy cold.

"This check was signed by Ms. Susan He herself and can be cashed at any bank in the country."

"I’m asking, why does she want to give me money?"

Lin Zhenxin fiddled with the translucent glass in her hand; she didn’t believe there was such a thing as a free lunch in the world.

"Ms. Susan He sympathizes greatly with Miss Lin’s past experiences..."

With a loud bang, the glass in Lin Zhenxin’s hand fell onto the table, making a dull sound.

"Sympathize? And then what?"

The assistant remained unperturbed and merely pushed her glasses up.

"Ms. Susan He has no other intentions. Please don’t misunderstand."

After speaking, she took out a document from her bag and pushed it in front of Lin Zhenxin.

"She simply hopes you can have more sympathy for Miss He Nuoxin after seeing her medical condition and show some tolerance."

Lin Zhenxin said nothing, opening the file before her.

She looked at it very slowly and carefully.

He Nuoxin’s medical case was thick, mostly concerning psychological disorders.

"Ms. Susan He hopes, under the premise of not affecting Miss Lin’s family life, that you could occasionally permit..."

From start to finish, the assistant had spoken to Lin Zhenxin using a very calm tone.

"for Mr. Li Yanan to meet with Miss Nuoxin."

Lin Zhenxin’s hand paused as she turned the page, gazing at the assistant with a half-smile.

"I heard that Ms. Susan He has been living abroad for a long time. I wonder if she knows this saying?"

The assistant showed a puzzled expression.

"Birds of a feather flock together."

With a click, Lin Zhenxin closed the document in her hand.

"I’ve seen shamelessness, but never like this kind of shamelessness."

"Miss Lin..." The assistant finally reacted at this point, quickly attempting to speak.

"You ask me to sympathize with He Nuoxin, but who has ever pitied me?"

He Bainian lied for his sister on such important matters, and now her aunt spares no expense...

In a way, Lin Zhenxin did genuinely envy He Nuoxin.

She had long grown accustomed to life without parents and being unprotected.

If not for later meeting Li Yanan, she might have lived cautiously for the rest of her life.

"Miss Lin..."

The assistant watched as Lin Zhenxin held the check in her hand and slowly tore it in half with a slow motion.

Then she drowned it in the glass of water before her.

"Please tell Ms. Susan He to have the He family stay...away from my life!"

Lin Zhenxin stood up, heading for the exit without turning back...

She was still in the coffee shop.

The assistant bitterly smiled as she looked at the pulp that the ten-million check had turned into; this was one very expensive pulp.

But soon, she stood up and respectfully approached a somewhat hidden corner seat not far away.

There sat a poised and luxurious middle-aged lady.

Even a single glance was enough to leave a lasting impression on anyone.

"Madam, I’m sorry..."

Susan He said nothing, quietly stirring the coffee before her.

Who knew how much time passed like this; she slowly put on the sunglasses by her side...

"Miss Tu, don’t misunderstand, as for Chengze and I..."

The corners of He Nuoxin’s eyes and brows carried a hint of allure.

"I didn’t misunderstand." Tu Hao began, but she quickly added another sentence.

"Do you like this? Having men submit beneath your pomegranate skirt? Enjoying that feeling?"

It seemed He Nuoxin didn’t expect Tu Hao to be so direct. She was stunned for a moment but soon laughed again.

"You’re wrong. I’m not enjoying..."

He Nuoxin slowly approached Tu Hao, using her freshly done nails to slide across her soft little face.

"I enjoy it immensely!"

When she couldn’t get attention from Brother Yanan, she’d habitually seek out a standby to indulge in some physical pleasure.

Tu Hao suddenly pushed He Nuoxin away.

The peculiar sensation on her cheek only made her feel nauseated.

But unexpectedly, He Nuoxin used her strength to fall heavily beside the coffee table, knocking over the unfinished food carton with her hand.

A complete mess.

Tu Hao widened her eyes in surprise, just about to step forward to help her when the door was pushed open from outside.

"Nuan..." Li Chengze’s voice abruptly stopped at the sight before him.

And in the next second, He Nuoxin burst into tears...

When Lin Zhenxin left the café, she was indeed upset, but it was only temporary.

It wasn’t long before she was the first to let it go.

After all, Susan He was the aunt of both He Bainian and He Nuoxin, so it was perfectly normal for her to consider everything for those two siblings.

Besides, the terms Susan He offered were exceptionally good.

Sending the assistant so politely to find her today, in Lin Zhenxin’s view, was probably just the first step.

Lin Zhenxin suddenly sighed, if only she had parents who loved her so dearly...

Shaking away the thought, she decided not to indulge in self-pity.

Not long after, she unexpectedly ran into Sister Wang.

Since returning from Vietnam, Lin Zhenxin’s lifestyle had become quite different from before, likely due to not needing to resume work post-leave.

In their conversation, Sister Wang brought her some news.

The colleague Xiao Shen, who had always been at odds with her over the house, made a major error at work while she was on annual leave, leading to his dismissal.

After chatting for a bit, Sister Wang left, and conversely, Lin Zhenxin merely calmly hailed a cab.

Other people’s matters, what did they have to do with her?

He Nuoxin was in quite a disheveled state.

She was covered in leftover menials, and her delicate features were slightly contorted with pain.

Yet it didn’t make her appear hideous but rather pitifully appealing, like a weeping willow.

Li Chengze looked at Tu Hao in disbelief.

He instinctively wanted to move to He Nuoxin’s side and pull her up.

But Tu Hao walked over and blocked him.

"Tu Hao, move aside!" Li Chengze’s voice was displeased.

"What if I told you she deliberately fell over, would you believe me?"

"Move!" Li Chengze’s expression was solemn, and there was impatience in his voice.

Tu Hao’s expression was stubborn, and even more so, the sight of the weeping beauty He Nuoxin was etched into his pupils...

further made Li Chengze unconsciously biased.

Tu Hao showed no intention of stepping aside, so Li Chengze couldn’t help but reach out to pull her away.

To him, the force wasn’t much, but for Tu Hao, it was enough to push her against the office desk on the other side.

While her palm firmly slapped against the desk, the impact on her lower back drew a sharp inhalation from the sudden pain.

Li Chengze bent over and picked up He Nuoxin from the ground.

Tu Hao saw clearly that as she rested in Li Chengze’s arms, He Nuoxin turned to shoot her a mocking smile.

As if mocking her for overestimating herself.

That smile was like a dagger, piercing sharply into her heart.

Cutting sharply left and right, dark red blood gushed voluminously.

It almost made Tu Hao feel she could smell the scent of blood!

Silence returned to the president’s office.

Aside from the mess on the floor, no one would likely know what just transpired here.

Tu Hao looked down in a daze.

Only then did she discover the scent of blood was not her imagination.

Her palm had been cut by a letter opener on the desk, and blood was trickling out continuously.

Recalling Li Chengze’s earlier expression, Tu Hao pulled her hand back in a daze.

Blood dripped onto the floor.

No one knew how much time passed like this, as Tu Hao silently pulled a few tissues from the tabletop, crouching down to wipe the bloodstains clean.

But soon, there was another dripping sound in her ears.

In a fog, Tu Hao realized it was her tears falling onto the floor, staining it...