Gently bite the jasmine

Lin Xi had no choice but to say a word to Duan Mingxuan and leave with Duan Yiheng.

She glanced at Duan Yiheng, looking quite troubled.

Duan Mingxuan smiled at Duan Yiheng and said, "Big brother, I'll take Xiaoxi back."

Duan Yiheng stood by the car, remained silent for a moment, then opened the car door and got in.

With an elegant low hum, the Phantom slowly started up, steady and quiet in the night, just like Duan Yiheng himself.

Lin Xi got into Duan Mingxuan's car, and Duan Mingxuan asked her why she was with Duan Yiheng.

Lin Xi wasn't good at lying, and she didn't want him to know that she was Duan Yiheng's secretary, so she said, half-truthfully:

“I want to work at Silver Sail, and Grandpa told me to go find my older brother.”

"Are you really going to work at Silver Sail?" Duan Mingxuan asked.

Lin Xi hummed in agreement.

She naturally knew what Duan Yiheng had said, but the absorption and merger did not mean that all traces of "Guangxi" would be erased.

Its business and technological resources have been able to develop and continue at Yinfan.

Guangxi was a technology company founded by her father the year she was born, which he later used to secure a life of comfort for her when she was six.

She firmly believes that everything Yinfan Technology has achieved today is due to Guangxi as its foundation.

Duan Mingxuan grew up with her, so how could he not know what she was thinking?

Fearing another argument, he changed the subject: "Isn't the anniversary of your parents' death coming up soon?"

It was a statement of fact, and Duan Mingxuan always remembered it.

Lin Xi: "Hmm."

Duan Mingxuan: "I'll go with you then."

"If Aunt Wei agrees, you can go if you want," Lin Xi joked.

Although Duan Mingxuan would visit her abroad without fail, Chen Baiwei wouldn't allow Lin Xi to return to her hometown to pay respects to her parents.

"I'm a grown man, how can they possibly control me?"

Lin Xi sighed silently. She couldn't control him, so Chen Baiwei would come to her whenever something happened.

The supercar entered the villa's main gate, and Duan Mingxuan turned off the engine in front of the main building, but did not get out of the car.

He told Lin Xi, "You can go to Yin Fan, but don't get too close to my elder brother."

Lin Xi paused, withdrawing her hand from the car door: "Why?"

Duan Mingxuan avoided her gaze, grabbed her wrist and shook it, casually making up an excuse:

“Look at the scar on the back of your hand. You bled so much back then, and he just watched coldly. He has no humanity at all.”

There is a very shallow crescent-shaped scar on the back of my hand, which is not noticeable unless you look closely.

Lin Xi withdrew her hand and spoke up for Duan Yiheng: "That's not his fault."

Duan Mingxuan: "You're still speaking up for him? All he did was misunderstand that my mother was his mother. Is that worth him taking action against?"

"not me--"

Lin Xi wanted to explain, but then suddenly stopped talking.

Duan Mingxuan, who had been pampered by his parents since childhood, would never understand that a child without a mother is like a blade of grass.

She and Duan Yiheng shared a similar plight.

Although she was living under someone else's roof, she tried to comfort herself that these people were not her close relatives, and it was truly not easy for them to shield her from the storms of life.

Moreover, her grandfather treated her like his own granddaughter, and she felt content.

Duan Yiheng is different. This is his home, but he can't be the head of it.

Therefore, she never blamed him.

The phone rang suddenly, and Lin Xi answered the unfamiliar number.

"Ms. Lin, I'm sorry, could you please plead with Mr. Duan on my behalf?"

Lin Xi paused: "Who are you?"

"I am the receptionist who caused you trouble this afternoon. My name is Fang Li."

Lin Xi knew what was going on as soon as he heard it. He didn't see anyone when he left the Silver Sail Building, so he guessed what had happened.

"How did you get my number?" Lin Xi asked.

"Manager Chen gave it to me."

How did Chen Jingyi get her contact information?

Lin Xi pondered for a moment, then thought it was normal.

Chen Jingyi joined Yinfan after graduating from university and has been working there for only three years, yet she has already become a manager. Moreover, she graduated with a bachelor's degree, which is not considered very prestigious at Yinfan, so she must be capable and resourceful.

Getting a phone number isn't difficult.

Lin Xi's eyes flickered slightly: "I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"Miss Lin, I beg you—"

Lin Xi hung up the phone. It was the first time she had ever been so rude, but she also felt quite relieved.

Lin Xi stepped onto the external staircase and waved to Duan Mingxuan: "I'm a little tired, I'm going to sleep first."

Duan Mingxuan waved to her from below, saying, "Don't forget what I told you."

Lin Xi smiled but did not respond.

Once in the room, Lin Xi thought about Fang Li's call and decided she should ask Duan Yiheng about it.

She hung up the phone immediately after making the call, then opened WeChat and opened Duan Yiheng's chat window.

I typed "Big Brother" and then quickly deleted it.

Lin Xi was a little stunned. Duan Yiheng didn't want her to call him "Big Brother," so what should she call him from now on?

After a long while, Lin Xi still couldn't come up with a solution. He snorted to himself, "If they don't want me to call them that, then I won't."

For some unknown reason, she got angry and started typing rapidly on her phone screen: Are you coming home tonight?

Duan Yiheng was drinking at a bar when he received Lin Xi's text message.

He was originally going back to the company to work overtime, but he received an invitation from Mu Zhao and turned to come to Ye Jing instead.

When Mu Zhao saw that he had actually come, she smiled with surprise, mixed him a drink, and pushed it in front of him: "I thought you were lying to me."

Duan Yiheng drank it all in one gulp and asked him for another cup.

"So I've become your bartender, huh?" Mu Zhao teased, but his actions betrayed his words.

After that, Duan Yiheng stopped drinking heavily and started sipping his drinks.

“A couple of days ago, he left me alone at the club and ran away. When I got back, Mu Shuo told me that you and Duan Mingxuan got into a fight on the street.”

Duan Yiheng: "...I didn't hit him."

Mu Zhao: "What you did was no different from hitting me. You've acted like I didn't exist all these years, why can't you hold back this time?"

"Endure?" Duan Yiheng glanced at him. "He's not qualified."

He never took Duan Mingxuan seriously.

Time passed slowly, and Duan Yiheng drank quite a bit.

He didn't drink one glass after another when he was drinking alone; instead, he seemed nonchalant, his face as calm as still water.

Mu Zhao, a longtime friend of his, saw through it all and asked with a smile, "Which family's drinking place were you having sober up at? The one with the surname Duan or Lin?"

Duan Yiheng tightened his grip on the cup slightly and said bluntly, "The one surnamed Lin."

"I just find it strange. There are so many people in this world you could want, why did you have to fall for a little girl?"

Duan Yiheng thought of Lin Xi and gave a helpless scoff: "What do you know?"

Mu Zhao: "Yes, yes, I don't understand, and I don't know what you're insisting on."

What should we persist in?

Duan Yiheng took a sip of his drink: "Perhaps, it's all for a single sentence."

"What?" Mu Zhao didn't hear clearly.

Duan Yiheng wasn't the type to insist on explaining things to the end, so he shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

Duan Yiheng's phone rang, and he took it out to look at it before suddenly smiling.

Mu Zhao leaned closer: "Why are you laughing like that for no reason? Who sent you that message?"

Duan Yiheng didn't dodge, and openly sent a single word in front of him: Reply.

"So it's your younger sister."

Provoked by those two words, Duan Yiheng glanced at him dismissively and said, "What kind of sister?"

Realizing he had misspoke, Mu Zhao waved his hand pleadingly.

Duan Yiheng then stood up: "Let's go."

"Has your driver arrived yet? Do you need a ride?" Mu Zhao asked politely, but didn't even lift his buttocks.

Duan Yiheng thought: Regardless of whether I arrive or not, I have to go.

Half an hour later, Duan Yiheng returned to the villa and knocked on Lin Xi's door on the east side.