Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Lin Ting wanted to protect trade secrets, so Yang Meiyun didn't ask any further questions.

However, it was clear that she did not tell Lin Ting the truth about her situation.

"Shenzhen has been quite turbulent lately."

Back at the hotel that evening, Jiang Zong stopped Lin Ting in the corridor.

Lin Ting turned to look at him and asked, "Did you hear any news?"

“No,” Jiang Zong shook his head, “but we had dinner at Boss Yang’s house tonight.”

Given how much Yang Meiyun dotes on Lin Ting, she will definitely take her to the best restaurant when she comes.

Unfortunately, we had dinner at Yang Meiyun's house tonight.

What is the rationale behind this arrangement?

Jiang Zong felt that Yang Meiyun herself was probably unsure what might happen if she ate out.

Lin Ting nodded silently.

She also sensed that something was wrong, although Yang Meiyun did not explain it to her.

However, she could tell from Yang Meiyun's micro-expressions.

“Perhaps their competition has reached a fever pitch,” Lin Ting sighed softly, and said in a low voice, “I shouldn’t have brought you along.”

Jiang Zong: "...?"

“I’m not afraid of any danger.” He frowned slightly, his expression unusually serious. “Listen to this, I won’t abandon you and run away.”

"I know."

Lin Ting felt a warmth in her heart.

Of course she knew, that's why she regretted it.

But it's no use regretting it now. She said, "Let's not go out tomorrow, and go straight to the airport the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Zong nodded: "Okay, lock the door when you go to sleep tonight, and call me if anything happens... never mind, just keep the phone on so you can call me immediately."

Lin Ting: "...?"

"Bro, do you want to calculate how much the phone bill will be for one night? I might as well just take my blanket and sleep in your room! It's safer!"

Jiang Zong's face began to burn.

He thought for a moment, then said in a low voice, "No, isn't that a bad idea?"

"Of course it's not good. Don't worry, I'll move the sofa to block the door when I get back."

"But if a fire breaks out, it will be very difficult to save someone by blocking the door like this."

"..."

"Brother, can't you hope for world peace?"

"I try my best."

In the end, Lin Ting did not use the sofa to block the door.

She had two glasses stacked in front of the door, so that whenever someone opened the door, they would break the glasses and wake her up.

After seeing her arrangements, Jiang Zong finally felt somewhat relieved.

That works too. Even if it doesn't wake her up, the broken glass will still disturb him.

Jiang Zong was very confident that he could hear the sounds from next door.

Because he didn't plan to sleep tonight.

After taking a shower, Jiang Zong picked up a book and started reading.

Time passed slowly, and the neighborhood remained quiet.

She must be sleeping soundly.

Jiang Zong turned the page, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

The next day, Lin Ting woke up and went to find Jiang Zong for breakfast. As soon as she saw him, she asked, "Didn't you sleep last night?"

Jiang Zong: "I'm asleep."

"Are you trying to tell me you can make the bed as neatly as a hotel maid?" Lin Ting pointed to the excessively smooth bed.

Jiang Zong paused for three seconds, then nodded: "Yes, I can."

Lin Ting: "..."

The young master has gone astray; he's started lying.

Jiang Zong's slightly red ears betrayed him. He cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly and dragged Lin Ting out for breakfast.

"I'm planning to write some vocabulary textbooks." Lin Ting took the coffee from Jiang Zong and replaced it with a glass of milk. "Can I write them in your room later? You can take a nap."

Lin Ting didn't press him further about whether he had slept last night, but instead offered a solution that would put his mind at ease.

Jiang Zong's ears turned slightly red. He took a sip of milk and nodded, "Okay."

After breakfast, Lin Ting asked the hotel for some manuscript paper, and then took his own things to Jiang Zong's room.

She drew the bed curtains, leaving only a small lamp on the desk.

Jiang Zong leaned back on the bed, looked at her and said, "Actually, you can turn on the light or open the curtains."

Lin Ting: "I like low-light environments; they inspire me more."

Jiang Zong: "..."

He felt that Lin Ting was lying.

Just like half an hour ago, Lin Ting felt that he was lying.

Having not slept all night, Jiang Zong had a headache. Before lying down, he said to Lin Ting, "Then wake me up if you need anything."

"Okay, you should go to sleep now," Lin Ting urged.

Jiang Zong closed his eyes, listened to the scratching sound of the pen gliding across the paper, and soon fell asleep.

Lin dictated the characters for a while, then looked up at Jiang Zong.

He was a good sleeper, lying quietly on the bed without snoring or talking in his sleep.

Before putting him to bed, Lin Ting called Yang Meiyun and told her that he hadn't slept well last night and wouldn't be going out today.

Perhaps because things have been really turbulent lately, Yang Meiyun didn't try to persuade her, but only told her to get some rest.

Lin looked at Jiang Zong for a while, then turned back to continue looking at the vocabulary list in front of him.

This alphabetical list of words is a headache to look at.

Abandon, abandon... the first word is "give up," it feels like the vocabulary list is telling me to give up.

Lin Ting recalled the knowledge she had learned and decided to use a vocabulary memorization method that was not currently popular to compile this vocabulary textbook.

She was so focused on writing that she forgot to drink water.

When Jiang Zong woke up, she was still writing.

A stack of manuscript papers had already piled up on the table; heaven knows how many words she had written in the past few hours.

Jiang Zong sat up, and afraid of startling her, he coughed twice and called to her in an appropriate volume: "Listen."

Lin heard a soft "Hey," and while flipping through a dictionary, said, "You're awake."

Jiang Zong then got off the bed. He washed up first, changed his clothes in the bathroom, and then went back to his desk.

He picked up a torn-out draft that had been carelessly tossed aside, looked at it for a while, and then asked with a slightly surprised and uncertain expression, "This is... etymology?"

Lin Ting was somewhat surprised: "You knew?"

How did he know?

How could he know?

Jiang Zong nodded: "I saw it in an ancient Roman etymology textbook before, it seems to be..." He recalled for a moment and continued, "It was proposed by the archbishop of the Papacy in the 7th century."

Lin Ting remained silent.

This was the first time she had ever learned about the origins of etymology!

She knew this method of memorizing words because that's how her teacher taught her when she was in school.

But she had absolutely no idea where the research and development came from or who had driven it.

Lin Ting looked at Jiang Zong with utter shock.

Young master, your reading scope is far too broad! From martial arts novels to ancient Rome, is this range normal?

Jiang Zong looked at Lin Ting's bright eyes, as if to say: I've finally found someone who has also read this kind of obscure textbook.

Lin Ting felt immense pressure from his gaze. She licked her lips and forced a dry laugh, saying, "I've forgotten where I saw it before, but I just think it's easier to memorize words using roots, prefixes, and suffixes."

Jiang Zong's eyes still lit up with surprise. He asked, "Should I have Ah Jin send that book back to the school?"

Lin Ting: "Want...?"