Lin Yuxi had never been to Zhou Yanjing's company.
When Boyu started, it was a period when their relationship was cold.
Later, Boyu emerged on Wall Street and grew at an unparalleled speed, quickly becoming one of the world's top investment banks.
During the more than two years that Zhou Yanjing was in New York, Lin Yuxi never set foot in the United States once.
She neither knew Zhou Yanjing's address there nor had she ever been welcomed.
She is not that thick-skinned, and it would be unpleasant to rush to find him.
Just like Zhou Yanjing decided to go to New York, he decided to return to China for development a while ago without consulting Lin Yuxi.
He never talks to her about his affairs, whether official or private.
The magnificent office building towered into the sky. Lin Yuxi took off her white coat when she got out of the car.
She ran out in such a hurry that she even forgot to change her coat, but it was too strange to go into the office building looking for someone wearing a white coat.
It was as if a mental hospital had come to catch the escaped patients.
After entering the building, Lin Yuxi was stopped by the front desk.
"I'm looking for Zhou Yanjing."
The receptionist heard her address Zhou Yanjing by his first name. He looked at her a few more times, confirmed that she didn't recognize him, and then asked in a formal manner: "Do you have an appointment?"
Lin Yuxi suddenly came here on a whim to make an appointment.
It was her first time here, so she didn't realize that she needed to make an appointment if she wanted to see her husband.
At this moment, the front desk suddenly leaned in one direction and shouted: "Yang Zhu."
Yang Kang nodded hurriedly and walked straight past. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the person standing at the front desk suddenly stopping his steps and looking at Lin Yuxi in surprise.
"Why are you here?"
He didn't call her wife in front of others, and Lin Yuxi just pretended that she didn't understand the considerations behind it.
"Is Zhou Yanjing here?"
"Mr. Zhou flew to New York the day before yesterday. There are still some things to deal with there."
Lin Yuxi: "Oh."
He came and went as he pleased, and she never knew his whereabouts.
Yang Kang glanced at his watch: "If you have something urgent, you can call him and check. It's ten o'clock in the evening in New York, and Mr. Zhou probably hasn't rested yet."
Lin Yuxi nodded: "Okay. Go and do your work."
The receptionist saw that Yang Kang was quite respectful towards her. He was Zhou Yanjing's right-hand man. For such a beautiful woman to be respected by him so much, her status must be extraordinary.
The little girl stared straight at Lin Yuxi, both probing and panicked, fearing that she would accidentally offend a big shot and would definitely be put in the shoes of someone else in the future.
Lin Yuxi was about to leave, but when she saw her looking upset and about to cry, she comforted her: "Don't be afraid. Your lips are about to be bitten."
His expression and tone were gentle.
The little girl was stunned for a moment, and she had already turned around and left.
When I walked out of the office building, the cold wind quickly penetrated my sweater, and the chill penetrated my skin.
Lin Yuxi took out her mobile phone and made a call to Zhou Yanjing.
The metallic silver-gray buildings in the central business district are full of modernity, and the roads paved with natural stone bricks have a cold tone and look inhumane.
Lin Yuxi's hands quickly became cold.
In the past, Zhou Yanjing would help her warm her hands, but sometimes if he thought the effect was slow, he would open his coat and stuff her hands directly into his clothes.
His body was always warm, and the tight and scorching warmth of the muscles on his waist penetrated through a layer of clothing, wrapping Lin Yuxi's cold hands in a warm warmth.
She was always held by him in this position.
The cold winter is coming soon again.
The phone beeped for a while before it was answered.
Lin Yuxi opened her mouth, and the courage that came all the way suddenly disappeared for some reason.
She simply convinced herself that she was really Zhang Shigui's horse, and she had diarrhea when she went into battle.
She didn't speak, and the person on the other end didn't speak either. Lin Yuxi didn't even know if the phone was on, so she called:
"Zhou Yanjing."
There was the sound of a lighter rubbing on the phone. Zhou Yanjing didn't know if he was drunk, but his voice sounded lazy and casual: "What's wrong?"
His patience gave Lin Yuxi a little peace of mind, and the lost courage returned: "I want to ask you..."
Just in the middle of speaking, I heard a female voice on the other side of the phone, asking: "Yan Jing, would you like some pineapple?"
Lin Yuxi's words stopped abruptly.
Zhou Yanjing took the phone away and replied "No". The woman behind him seemed to say something else, but Lin Yuxi didn't hear it clearly. There was a buzz in her head.
Until Zhou Yanjing's voice became clear again on the phone: "What do you want to ask me?"
Be quiet for a few seconds.
"It's nothing." Lin Yuxi said, "Let's talk about it when you come back."
She hung up the phone before Zhou Yanjing could speak again.
On a late autumn day, a sweater couldn't keep out the cold at all. Lin Yuxi's entire body was blown by the cold wind, and the chill penetrated into the seams of her bones.
The cold fingertips were almost numb, and the movement of clicking on the screen to call a car became clumsy.
Maybe he was shivering slightly because of the cold.
A black car stopped in front of him, and Yang Kang showed his face through the lowered window: "Madam, let me take you back to the hospital."
Lin Yuxi didn't refuse, so why should she be in trouble with herself.
The heater in the car was so hot that it soon heated her cheeks, but she still felt cold in her bones.
Lin Yuxi was quiet throughout the half-hour drive from Boyu Building to the hospital.
Yang Kang glanced at her from the rearview mirror from time to time. She was leaning on the back of the chair, facing out the window, wondering what she was thinking.
He drove the car into the hospital's underground parking lot, turned off the engine and reminded: "Madam, we're here."
Lin Yuxi took off her seat belt, put on her white coat again, lowered her head to fasten the buttons, and suddenly said:
"Assistant Yang, have you met Jiang Nan?"
Yang Kang hesitated and did not answer this question.
"It seems that I have seen it before."
Lin Yuxi raised her head after buttoning up, with an indescribable smile on her face, and asked him: "Am I better-looking or Jiang Nan?"
Yang Kang is Zhou Yanjing's most trusted subordinate. Although his title is only assistant to the president, his status and treatment are equivalent to those of vice president. In Boyu, his words represent Zhou Yanjing's meaning.
He could talk eloquently at the negotiating table of cross-border acquisitions and assist Zhou Yanjing in winning large-scale IPO projects, but he could not answer this fatal question.
Yang Kang could not sit still, and cold sweat almost broke out on his head.
"Madam, you are naturally more beautiful than Miss Jiang."
It's not against my will to say this. In terms of appearance alone, few people can match Lin Yuxi.
"Really?" Lin Yuxi said in an almost masochistic tone, "Then why does Zhou Yanjing love Jiang Nan more."
Yang Kang was speechless.
"Mr. Zhou actually..."
Lin Yuxi had already opened the car door and got out of the car, and walked straight to the elevator without looking back. Her figure in the white coat was slender and cold.
The female voice that came from Zhou Yanjing's cell phone just now was very identifiable, and it was difficult for Lin Yuxi to recognize it.
That was Jiang Nan's voice.
Lin Yuxi has not contacted Zhou Yanjing again. She does not know whether he is still in New York or has returned to China.
She no longer wanted answers.
Because I know that is just asking for humiliation.
One afternoon a few days later, Ling Yaqiong called.
"Your Uncle Sheng has passed away. There will be a memorial service on Saturday morning. Remember to ask for leave in advance and be present."
Lin Yuxi glanced at the schedule arranged on the table: "I have an operation the day after tomorrow morning..."
"Is the surgery more important or your Uncle Sheng's memorial service?" Ling Yaqiong was dissatisfied, "You are such an adult, don't you understand anything?"
Lin Yuxi calculated the time. The surgery the day after tomorrow was not difficult, it would take one hour at most. She should be able to make it in time if she rushed over after it was done.
He didn't argue with her anymore and just replied: "I know."
But the plan couldn't keep up with the change. The operation that day went smoothly and was completed in less than fifty minutes. However, before Lin Yuxi could come out of the operating room, another emergency patient came in whose eyes were burned by chemicals.
The doctor was kind-hearted, so Lin Yuxi made the decision to stay and clean him urgently. After finishing her work, she immediately took a taxi to the memorial service.
