Gently bite the jasmine

Chapter 73 Please, come and get me!

Lin Xi sat cross-legged in the room, looking at project materials on her laptop, learning to write her own proposal reports.

Sister Mei knocked on the door and came in to bring her afternoon tea.

Lin Xi smiled and thanked him, then asked, "Is my elder brother home?"

She wanted to show him the report.

Sister Mei shook her head: "They went to the Meng family's house and will probably stay there for the next couple of days."

Lin Xi asked instinctively, "Has something happened to the Meng family?"

"No, it's Miss Meng's death anniversary, which is the day after tomorrow," Sister Mei sighed.

It took Lin Xi a moment to realize who "Miss Meng" was that Sister Mei was talking about.

A look of surprise flashed in her eyes; it turned out that Duan Yiheng's parents were divorced.

"It's not your fault you didn't know," Sister Mei said. "Miss Meng was wronged back then."

Lin Xi asked Sister Mei to sit down: "Tell me about it."

It's no longer a secret.

Sister Mei sat down next to Lin Xi on the carpet and said, "Miss Meng's dying wish was to divorce Mr. Duan, but divorcing when his wife is seriously ill would be too much of a reputational loss for Mr. Duan and the group, so the old man did not agree."

"And then?" Lin Xi asked.

Sister Mei: "The eldest son stepped forward and said that he was willing to give up all inheritance rights of the family, and only hoped that his parents would get a divorce."

Lin Xi's heart was in turmoil, and she felt a dense, indescribable ache.

“Grandpa didn’t agree either,” Lin Xi muttered to himself.

Sister Mei: "Yes, given the old gentleman's position, he couldn't possibly consider only one person; he had to consider the group and the entire family. So, they each took a step back."

"Ms. Meng and Mr. Duan are getting a divorce, but it cannot be made public. Even until the very last moment, she must remain in the Duan family's bed."

To put it bluntly, they would rather die in the Duan family.

"After all, she still had a child, the eldest young master." Sister Mei looked distressed and regretful. "In order for the eldest young master to live well in the Duan family, she had to take a step back and was only allowed to return to the Meng family after her death."

As a junior, Lin Xi could not judge the grudges of the previous generation, but she felt sorry for Miss Meng, whom she had never met.

She grew up with Chen Baiwei since she was little, so naturally Chen Baiwei wouldn't tell her these things.

Even if she did say it, Miss Meng would probably be someone with a short life and little fortune in her eyes.

"Later, I watched helplessly as a cheerful child became silent and withdrawn." Sister Mei still feels heartbroken when she thinks about it now.

"Did my older brother used to laugh a lot?" Lin Xi couldn't imagine it.

“She always had a smile on her face,” Sister Mei said. “In the North District No. 1 estate, the villa hidden in the south surrounded by green trees is where Miss Meng lived before she passed away. There are photos of the eldest young master and Miss Meng there.”

“No. 1 North District?” Lin Xi was a little surprised. “Isn’t that my brother’s private club? He uses it to discuss business.”

Moreover, she didn't see the villa to the south when she went there last time. Isn't there a lake to the south?

Sister Mei smiled and said, "The manor villa was the old gentleman's private property. Later, Mr. Duan and Miss Meng's relationship broke down, so the manor was given to Miss Meng to live in. When the eldest young master turned eighteen, the old gentleman gave the manor to him as a gift."

"It's called a private club, but that's just how it's called. It was the eldest young master who changed it later. Before Miss Meng passed away, she told him to live a good life."

"He renovated part of the manor and brought familiar friends to North District No. 1 to discuss business properly. He doesn't go there."

Lin Xi really didn't know this.

So, did he bring his friends there to show his mother that he was listening to her and living a good life?

He believes that spending time with friends and having fun in his spare time is a good way to live.

Lin Xi felt a mix of emotions.

She paused for a moment and then said, "Grandpa will be discharged on Monday, I'll go pick him up."

Sister Mei said, "Mr. Duan is going to take the second young master with him."

"I understand." Lin Xi nodded. "We'll talk about it later. I have to go to work. I can visit Grandpa at the North Courtyard tonight."

Mei Jie responded and got up to leave Lin Xi's room.

Lin Xi wanted to comfort Duan Yiheng, so she picked up her phone, opened their chat window, typed and typed, then deleted. Five minutes passed, but she still hadn't sent a single message.

Suddenly, the message "The other party is typing" appeared at the top of the chat box. Lin Xi was taken aback and waited quietly for two seconds before Duan Yiheng sent a voice message.

She opened it and heard him say, "I've been typing for five minutes and haven't received a single word. What's wrong?"

Lin Xi didn't know how to explain for a moment, so she asked him in return, "Did you need something from me?"

Duan Yiheng's voice was somewhat low: "I won't go to the company on Monday, all meetings are canceled."

Lin Xi: "Okay, I understand. You..."

"What am I?"

"nothing."

Lin Xi still didn't say it. Some things can't be comforted with words; giving the other person some quiet space is the best comfort.

She should just pretend she doesn't know.

Duan Yiheng doesn't go to the company on Mondays, but she still has to go.

Qin Yang and Jiang Hulin worked together on the project in H City, and in their spare time they would talk to her about the project's progress.

Lin Xi had more or less figured out the project's process.

After resting for a while in the afternoon, she went to the gym downstairs and stayed for two hours.

Around six o'clock, Duan Mingxuan's supercar left the garage.

After taking a shower, Lin Xi went to Duan Yiheng's study and found a book about financial technology. Of course, she had already asked for permission via her phone.

At 10:30 p.m., just as Lin Xi was about to go to sleep, her phone rang.

It was a familiar number, and thanks to her superior memory, Lin Xi couldn't pretend not to recognize it.

She thought for a moment, then answered, "Hello?"

"Mingxuan is drunk, can you come pick him up?"

Lin Xi: "...I'm going to sleep now. Let the driver go."

Zhang Mo was silent for a moment, then said, "He doesn't want anyone else, he only wants you."

Lin Xi frowned: "Give him the phone."

A rustling sound came from the phone receiver. Duan Mingxuan lay on the sofa, his face flushed and his brows furrowed.

Zhang Mo held the phone to Duan Mingxuan's ear, and Lin Xi heard his soft groan.

"Duan Mingxuan, how are you?"

Duan Mingxuan struggled to open his eyes: "Xiao Xi? I...I..."

Lin Xi could only understand that he called her name.

"Should I have the driver pick you up?"

"No, Xiao Xi, please come and pick me up." Duan Mingxuan pulled himself up from the sofa. "Please."

His pronunciation was strained, as if he was about to cry.

"Please, please..."

Lin Xi closed her eyes briefly: "Wait for me a moment, don't drink anymore."

"Okay." Duan Mingxuan chuckled, his voice trailing off with a long, drawn-out tone, his breath reeking of alcohol.

Lin Xi was worried that she couldn't handle Duan Mingxuan, so she specially asked the driver to make the trip.

When they arrived at the bar, Duan Mingxuan was being supported by Yu Lang and Zhang Mo, standing at the entrance.

"Xiao Xi." Duan Mingxuan saw her and rushed forward without caring about anything else.

Yu Lang caught him as he fell, saying, "Brother, slow down."

The driver quickly went to pick up the person, but Duan Mingxuan pushed him aside and put his arm around Lin Xi's shoulder.

Chen Jingyi waited in her car by the roadside for three hours before finally seeing Lin Xi.

She quietly set up her phone in the corner.

In the video, Duan Mingxuan refused the driver's help and kept lunging at Lin Xi.

After finally getting him into the back seat, Zhang Mo suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Lin Xi's shoulder, and said something.

Lin Xi's attitude was very cold, and she shook off Zhang Mo's hand that was about to be pulled away.

Only after Lin Xi and Duan Mingxuan left did she put away her phone and sit in the car, watching the video several times in silence.

"Heh..." Chen Jingyi sneered. This video was meant to be used at a crucial moment.