Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

Lin Xuan's figure disappeared behind the door of the conference room, and the tense atmosphere in the room slowly relaxed, as if a taut string was finally released.

However, Zhao Yu's mood didn't ease. As Lin Xuan's right-hand man, he followed him closely, daring not to slack off even for a moment. His steps were light, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything, and even his breathing was carefully adjusted to be gentle and steady.

The elevator slowly stopped in front of the CEO's office on the top floor. Lin Xuan stepped out first, his posture erect and his aura extraordinary. As he passed through the administrative department, the employees cast awe-inspiring glances at him, unconsciously straightening their spines.

Lin Xuan walked into the office and just as he turned around, he saw Zhao Yu following closely behind him. He couldn't help but frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Yu's heart tightened, and he quickly reported, "A representative from the xx Group hopes to have dinner with you. Which evening would be convenient for you this week or next?"

Lin Xuan refused without hesitation: "Turn it down."

"Okay, I'll go inform them right away." Zhao Yu responded, secretly relieved.

Lin Xuan didn't say anything else, and Zhao Yu didn't dare to stay any longer. He picked up the documents in his hand and quickly and respectfully left the office.

As soon as I left the office, several colleagues gathered around me, their faces full of curiosity: "Zhao Yu, what's wrong with CEO Lin today? Why is the meeting so depressing?"

Zhao Yu glanced at the tightly closed office door, confirming that Lin Xuan would not suddenly come out, and then lowered his voice and said:

"I don't know either. The project report wasn't ideal, and Mr. Lin wasn't satisfied to begin with. The atmosphere in the meeting was quite tense. Then Mr. Lin's phone suddenly rang. He took a look at the message, and his expression became even uglier."

"Oh, it seems that Mr. Lin's anger will continue to burn for a while." A colleague sighed.

"Who said it wasn't? Let's get to work quickly. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can leave work." Zhao Yu agreed.

This is indeed true. After all, working under Lin Xuan's anger is not a pleasant experience.

After Zhao Yu left, Lin Xuan was the only one left in the office. He slowly picked up his phone and reread the unread message. Just as he finished, the phone rang again.

It’s the old house’s phone number.

Lin Xuan frowned and picked up the phone: "Butler."

"Young Master, Madam asks you to be home for dinner tonight." The butler's respectful voice came.

Lin Xuan wanted to refuse, but the housekeeper's next words made him change his mind: "Today, when Madam had someone clean Miss Ye's room, she found some items that Miss Ye had left behind."

"I understand." Lin Xuan said in a deep voice.

"Then you go ahead and do your work, young master. See you in the evening," said the butler.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xuan rubbed his temples gently, his eyes revealing a complex emotion.

It was late at night, and Lin Xuan's cell phone screen was like a silent ocean. Since Qin Huai's puzzling message, there had been no more waves.

He picked up the phone again, his eyes fixed on Qin Huai's message. His fingertips unconsciously tapped the screen, causing it to flicker. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, and with a flick of his fingertips, a message appeared on it:

"Since when did you start spreading these unfounded rumors?"

Qin Huai's reply was still not here, and Lin Xuan's eyes were fixed on the phone. The irritation in his heart was like fallen leaves blown by the wind, accumulating more and more.

He sat quietly in the office for a long time, until ten minutes passed quietly after the message was sent. Lin Xuan finally pressed the lock screen button helplessly, put the phone in his suit pocket, got up and left the quiet office.

Driving back to the old house, Lin Xuan walked into the familiar yet unfamiliar home. Dinner was ready, and Mrs. Lin's gentle voice rang in his ears:

"You're back, come sit down and eat."

Tonight, Lin Yanrong was also home for a rare occasion. She seemed especially well-behaved, afraid to accidentally touch Lin Xuan's sensitive nerves again. At the table, the three of them enjoyed dinner quietly, each with their own thoughts.

After dinner, Mrs. Lin sat leisurely on the sofa in the living room, savoring the sweetness of the fruit, while Lin Yanrong lowered her head and immersed herself in the world of her mobile phone.

Lin Xuan was standing aside, holding an apple in his hand. Although he didn't like the taste of the fruit, he still peeled the skin patiently. After peeling, he gently handed the apple to Lin Yanrong.

Lin Yanrong looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "Is this for me?"

"If you don't want to, you don't have to eat it." Lin Xuan's voice was light. He took out a tissue and gently wiped the juice off his fingers.

Lin Yanrong's face lit up with a smile, and she happily took the apple: "Thank you, brother!"

Lin Xuan responded softly, then turned to look at Mrs. Lin: "I heard that the servants found some of Ye Wanqing's things when they were tidying up her room today."

Mrs. Lin glanced at him lightly: "Do you want to go and see?"

Lin Xuan pursed his lips gently: "I have some things to deal with tomorrow, so I'll give it back to her by the way."

Although Mrs. Lin didn't believe his words, she didn't point it out: "Then come with me."

She stood up, wiped her hands gracefully, and walked upstairs.

Lin Xuan followed closely behind, leaving Lin Yanrong looking at their backs with curiosity.

She turned to the housekeeper beside her and asked, "Housekeeper, what did Ye Wanqing leave behind?"

The housekeeper smiled and shook his head: "I don't know either. The old lady hasn't opened it yet."

Lin Yanrong curled her lips slightly, knowing that she couldn't get anything out of the housekeeper, so she stopped asking. However, the curiosity in her heart was like a ignited flame, burning more and more vigorously.

Mrs. Lin led Lin Xuan into the study, picked up an exquisite wooden box from the corner of the desk, and gently placed it in front of him: "This is what Ye Wanqing left behind. Remember to return it to her tomorrow."

"Okay." Lin Xuan took the box and gently stroked the texture of the box surface with his fingertips.

Mrs. Lin's eyes were filled with scrutiny. "I heard you've been looking for a work of art lately. Have you found anything?"

"Hasn't found it yet." Lin Xuan's voice was calm.

Mrs. Lin frowned slightly: "Then where is it now?"

"It was purchased by Ye Wanqing."

"Why is she interested in that work of art?" Mrs. Lin asked with a hint of confusion in her tone.

Lin Xuan didn't answer directly, but just said softly: "You should get some rest early. I'm going back to the apartment. I have an important meeting tomorrow morning."

Mrs. Lin gently waved her hand and did not try to stop him: "Be careful on the road and rest early."

Lin Xuan nodded, took the carved wooden box and left the study. The housekeeper came in with hot tea and asked, "Young Master, aren't you staying here tonight?"

"No, I have a morning meeting tomorrow." Lin Xuan's answer was concise and clear.

The butler looked regretful, but didn't say much. He just told him to be careful on the road.

After the housekeeper entered the study, Mrs. Lin sighed softly: "I think he really has something to deal with this time."

The butler smiled and comforted: "Young Master is still young, and he has a long way to go in life. He will always experience some ups and downs."

"He's not young at all, he's just too stubborn."

Mrs. Lin's tone was filled with helplessness and emotion.

She finally understood why Lin Xuan had such complicated feelings for Ye Wanqing. He was simply too stubborn, unwilling to give in. He always believed that everything Ye Wanqing did was motivated by a purpose. He clearly had feelings for her, but he refused to admit it.

At this moment, Lin Yanrong came down the stairs and her eyes happened to fall on the wooden box in Lin Xuan's hand. She looked at it curiously for a few more seconds. But Lin Xuan did not stop and soon disappeared from her sight.

Lin Xuan walked out of the villa, where his car was waiting quietly outside. He did not get in immediately, but stood beside the car, staring at the wooden box in his hand.

After a long time, he slowly opened the box and took out the wood carving inside.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds. Although the light was soft and dim, it was enough for him to see the whole picture of the wood carving.

It was an exquisite wood carving of a human figure, so lifelike that it looked like his own image. Lin Xuan's heart moved. This wood carving was carved by Ye Wanqing herself.