Try to get along with him

  My hand that stopped in mid-air seemed particularly superfluous, it stiffened above the bowl Lin Yue had used, neither falling down nor pulling back.

  Uncle Lin slammed his chopsticks on the table, and I hastily grabbed him, "Don't be angry, today's matter was my fault."

  Lin Yue paused for a moment and returned to her own room. I was particularly embarrassed at the time, and Uncle Lin probably also seemed to understand something and didn't ask again.

  After eating plain porridge and light dishes for several days, I now have no appetite looking at this table of food, so I just ate a few mouthfuls and returned to my room in embarrassment.

  I lay in bed for a while and realized that I was going to be sleepless again today. My gaze followed the minute hand of the clock as it made several rounds, until it coincided with the hour hand at 12 o'clock. With a start, I sat up in bed and began to worry about things from the day before.

  I should go and apologize to Lin Yue, regardless of whether he has been calculating against Yu Tian or not. I shouldn't have messed around while he was driving, in case he really hit that student today, it would be a lifelong shadow. Even if I hadn't hit anyone, it would still be a shadow for several days. Moreover, I don't think I should suspect Lin Yue, such a rigid and conservative person, how could he possibly steal our client information? Even if he was involved in the subsequent price suppression and contact with the brand side, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with that, it's Lin Yue's job, he didn't violate ethics or law.

  I was completely wrong about him, a wave of guilt surged up in my heart, and I was tormented by intense self-reproach to the point of being unable to show my face.

  After a period of deep introspection, I suddenly remembered that Lin Yue didn't eat much tonight, so I decided to cook something and then go apologize to him.

  I'm actually quite hungry myself, there's still a lot of food left in the kitchen, but if I don't make it personally, it's not sincere. Lin Yue hasn't eaten yet and I'd be even less sincere if I sneakily eat first. I endured my growling stomach to call out to him while washing and chopping vegetables to make him a seafood fried rice, and even used sausage to create little octopuses. Cooking isn't something I've researched much, but because I often helped Yu Tian in the past, at least with simple dishes like this, I can win over with presentation.

  I stood in front of Lin Yue's door for a while, took several deep breaths before I gathered the courage to knock on the door. There was light coming from the gap under the door, but no one came to open it. I thought Lin Yue was still angry with me, so I tried pushing the door gently, only to find that the room was empty and Lin Yue wasn't there.

  The last time I entered Lin Yue's room was not long after his dad and my mom got married. At that time, Lin Yue was even more awkward than he is now, never smiling at me. I just sneaked into his room from behind him, covering his eyes to play a joke on him. As a result, he quickly dodged away like he had been infected with a virus, and soon after that, he directly packed his luggage and moved to school to live.

  I still have a bit of a shadow in Lin Yue's room, and I'm even more afraid of making things worse. After putting the meal in place, I wanted to leave, but I was also afraid that Lin Yue wouldn't know that I had come specifically to apologize to him, so I thought about leaving a note for him again.

  When I picked up the pen, I accidentally knocked over a file box on the edge of the table, which contained cards and papers.

  I simulated in my mind Lin Yue's expression when he knew I messed up his stuff and was so scared that I quickly squatted down to pick it up.

  It turned out that those were travel materials, as well as Lin Yue's handwritten simple strategy. Austria, Spain, New Zealand... It turned out that Lin Yue had been to many places, and I didn't expect him to like traveling so much.

  I was picking up, when suddenly someone from behind grabbed my wrist and pulled me up with force.