The love story of a wealthy family amid anti-fraud storm at the border

The ringing of the phone woke Ling Yue from her sleep.

It turned out to be Wang Yan calling. He wished her a happy new year and exchanged a few words before hanging up in a hurry.

When Ling Yue stood up, she found that a blanket had been draped over her body while she was sleeping soundly.

"Lin Yi, are you back?" Ling Yue couldn't guess who would appear in the company at this time.

However, she did not receive any response.

A gust of wind blew by, and the chill of New Year's Eve made her unconsciously pull the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

The blanket seemed to have a familiar smell, which gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

Ling Yue didn't think too much about it, but the dull pain in her lower abdomen made her frown.

She unconsciously tightened the blanket around her shoulders again, then staggered towards the lounge, clutching her belly...

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside the window continued.

Ling Yue, in a daze, opened her eyes in unbearable pain. She saw a cup of cola, ginger tea, and two ibuprofen pills on her bedside table.

She stood up with difficulty and looked at everything in front of her!

This is the "standard configuration" that Yi Chen prepared for himself in the special forces.

Why, why am I here now? Am I dreaming?

Ignoring the pain in her lower abdomen, she stood up, opened the door and walked out of the lounge.

However, at this moment, outside the lounge, in the corridors, in the office area, all the places she could go were empty.

When Ling Yue passed by a closed office in the company, she couldn't help but stop.

I heard from the employees here that this is the office of Partner Lin Yi.

Because he is not often in the country, the door is almost always closed.

Ling Yue recalled the shawl she had just put on, as well as the medicine and tea on the bedside table...

Is it...

She could hardly believe her own judgment at this moment.

Ling Yue knocked gently on the office door, put her ear to the door and listened, but there was no response!

Little did they know that Yi Chen was leaning against the door behind the room, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his knuckles slightly white from the force.

His heart was beating like a drum. He hoped that Ling Yue would knock on the door a few more times, but he was also afraid to really face her. He didn't know how to explain everything that had happened in the past twenty years.

The love and concern that had been hidden in his heart for many years seemed to be stuck in his throat at this moment, making him unable to say a word.

Ling Yue waited quietly for a while, but when no one answered, she felt disappointed.

She slowly put down her hand, turned around and leaned against the door, whispering softly:

"Am I mistaken? How could it be you…"

She smiled coldly!

There was a barely perceptible sob in his voice.

The pain in my lower abdomen seemed to be nothing compared to the heart-wrenching pain in my heart at this moment!

Yi Chen listened to her words behind the door, gasping for breath to relieve his powerlessness and the struggle deep in his heart.

He wanted to rush out and hold her in his arms immediately.

Yichen wanted to tell her...

I have never forgotten her preferences over the years, and all her habits have been engraved in my heart.

He has always been...

But he finally endured it.

He was afraid that his sudden appearance would disrupt the delicate balance that they had managed to maintain at the moment, and he was even more afraid that Ling Yue would turn around and leave him because of this.

At this moment, I felt a piercing and excruciating pain in my hands.

This is the onset of Xu Weiwei's cold hands syndrome.

His face was twisted into a ball, the pain was like sharp steel needles, piercing his nerves mercilessly. Cold sweat poured down his face, and he couldn't help but bend over in pain.

Yi Chen's body trembled violently and he curled up involuntarily.

He bit his lower lip tightly, trying his best to stay calm, and his breathing became rapid due to the pain.

But he still tried hard not to make any sound!

After standing at the door for a while, Ling Yue dragged her tired and painful body back slowly, and every step seemed to use up all her strength.

Back in the lounge, she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the slightly cold cup of cola ginger tea and the two ibuprofen pills, her eyes gradually turning red.

She picked up the ginger tea and took a sip. The familiar taste made her thoughts drift further away.

All the little moments of getting along with Yi Chen in the special forces team kept flashing through his mind like a movie.

This is clearly the "taste" of Yi Chen!

Ling Yue looked at the cup in her hand in disbelief. She didn't know when she had already burst into tears!

Yi Chen leaned against the office door, looking helplessly at Ling Yue's lonely back through the crack.

"Yuer, I won't leave without saying goodbye again. Please don't leave me, okay?"

His hands were still shaking, and the sweat on his forehead had already soaked his face.

He tremblingly pulled out the silk scarf that Ling Yue had used to bandage his hands from his pocket, and buried his face in it weakly, gasping for breath...

After a long time, in the lounge, Ling Yue's pain eased a little.

She curled up in bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and her heart felt like a tangled mess that she couldn't untie or sort out.

The fireworks outside the window were still blooming from time to time, and the brilliant light poured into the house through the window, reflecting Ling Yue's face full of complicated emotions.

And Yi Chen was also in that office, in the darkness, watching alone, without sleeping all night...

The two of them spent their first New Year's Eve together after a long separation in this special way.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, sunlight streamed into the house through the window, but it could not dispel the faint melancholy that lingered in the house.

Last night's "standard" set of exercises relieved her condition a lot.

Ling Yue got up, washed up briefly, sorted out her thoughts, and decided to put aside those tangled emotions for the time being.

Today is the first day of the new year. No matter what, I must greet the new year with a new look!

When she walked out of the lounge and passed the tightly closed office door, her steps paused. The events of last night resurfaced in her mind, and she felt mixed emotions.

But she took a deep breath and continued to move forward.

The company was very quiet, with only her footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

Yi Chen heard the familiar footsteps in the office and struggled to get up.

The symptoms of cold hands have eased somewhat, and he walked gently to the door...

Looking at Ling Yue's receding back through the crack in the door, Yi Chen's eyes were full of affection and pity.

He wasn't sure how long he could keep hiding like this, nor was he sure if he could continue to suppress his longing for her.

Yi Chen then dialed Lin Yi's cell phone number...

"You, come back immediately!"

"Captain Chen, I'm already downstairs at the company! Did any unforgettable stories happen on New Year's Eve last night?" Lin Yi asked jokingly.

Upon hearing the news that Lin Yi had returned, Yi Chen felt relieved.

"Clean up the small building in the shortest possible time."

After Yi Chen briefly told Lin Yi what happened last night, Lin Yi felt his scalp tingling.

When he sees Ling Yue again, he will inevitably face her soul-searching.

"Captain Chen, one day, Ling Yue beats me up. What should I do? I really can't beat her."

"Stop talking nonsense. We are now on the same page!"

Yichen rubbed his eyebrows impatiently...