Arrogant secretary: president zhu ma is bullying me

"I heard about your family later. I went to see you immediately a month later, but no one knew where you were."

"I've been looking for you for a long time, but... I haven't heard from you at all."

"You mean, a month later, you came to see us?"

He looked at Pei Xiunan and asked in a hurried tone, as if his heart had been pierced by a very thin needle and became unable to breathe.

Pei Xiunan nodded. There was no need to lie about what he had done. He had indeed taken a large sum of money to the Lin family to save them.

It was as if the last straw in his hand had been pulled away. Lin Zhitong's face darkened, his limbs were weak, and he fell down.

Pei Xiunan quickly stepped forward and held the woman in her arms. This time, Lin Zhitong did not refuse, but suppressed and began to cry. Her suppressed voice sounded so miserable.

Pei Xiunan did not know why her emotions suddenly became like this, but hugged her tightly. "Zhitong, I know that the death of your uncle and aunt gave you a lot of pain, but you have to be strong."

When the woman heard him, she shook her head even more fiercely. "It's not like that. You don't understand..."

She closed her eyes. If she hadn't been so disappointed with Pei Xiunan and hadn't advised their parents to leave, would the ending have been different?

Her parents won't die, and their family can survive with the help of the Pei Xiunan family. They can be happy together.

But, because of her, nothing could come back.

"I've been blaming you, but isn't it me who should be blamed the most? God, why did you leave me alone in this world? I deserve to die."

Lin Zhitong pounded his chest as he spoke.

Pei Xiunan grabbed the woman's hand in a hurry, her face angry and helpless. "Lin Zhitong, wake me up. Think about it. If uncle and aunt were here, would they want to see you like this?"

"Where did that once cheerful and confident woman go?"

Lin Zhitong burst into tears at the man's aggressive attitude. "You don't know. You don't know anything. It's all because of me. I killed my parents. I'm a sinner!"

The woman's words pierced the man's heart like a knife. Pei Xiunan hugged her and tried to calm him down. "Zhitong, no matter what, we can't change things. They are your parents. No matter what you do, their only hope is that you can live well."

Looking at the kindly eyes of her parents on the grave, Lin Zhitong broke free from Pei Xiunan's arms and walked slowly over. The past came back to her mind, and when she thought of the peace and happiness of their family, she couldn't help herself.

It suddenly began to rain, and Lin Zhitong fell to her knees with a plop in front of the grave. Her eyes were already in a daze, and her expression was empty, without a trace of expression.

Pei Xiunan looked up at the sky. It looked like it was going to rain heavily, but he knew more about Lin Zhitong's temperament. This time, she would never leave.

Unless she figured it out herself.

Walking to the woman, he took off his coat and draped it over Lin Zhitong, then knelt down beside her.

Since no words could comfort the injured woman at this time, he was willing to stay by her side and share the pain with her.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the tears in Lin Zhitong's eyes never stopped. On the one hand, it was because she blamed herself, and on the other hand, it was because the misunderstanding was cleared up. After all these years, the obstruction in her heart disappeared, and she was at a loss.

Now that Pei Xiunan was kneeling with her in the pouring rain, she felt as if her heart had gradually warmed up.

Because she knew that even if she fell down, he was still by her side.

Lin Zhitong didn't know when she lost consciousness. All she knew was that when she woke up, her head hurt and she felt as if she had been run over by a wheel.

Her memory lingered in the graveyard where the two of them were. She felt like her heart was about to break. She was dying in that graveyard, but she woke up in this soft bed.

"Cough, cough." Her throat itched and she couldn't help coughing.

"You're up? Quick, drink this ginger soup."

Pei Xiunan's voice was a little low and hoarse, and it sounded like something special. A trace of guilt crossed Lin Zhitong's heart. If he hadn't been kneeling with him at the cemetery last night and had been in the rain for so long, he wouldn't have caught a cold.

As if he had seen through a woman's thoughts, Pei Xiunan walked to her bedside and a rare smile appeared on his lips. "Lin Zhitong, I won't care about you leaving me without a word in the past. You just have to remember this is the last time and you can't leave my side in the future."

Lin Zhitong's eyes were a little sore, but his mouth was habitually persistent. "I didn't ask you to accompany me last night either. You volunteered."

"Of course it's my own volition. I have to take good care of my Pei Xiunan's woman. Well, drink this ginger soup quickly. It'll feel better." Pei Xiunan stirred the spoon in his hand and said softly.

Lin Zhitong looked at the food in the bowl and his mouth grew wide. "Pei Xiunan, when did you cook? And don't you hate the smell of ginger the most?"

There was an awkward look on Pei Xiunan's face, but she quickly smiled again. As she expected, Lin Zhitong never forgot herself. She always remembered his preferences.

Looking at his happy face, Lin Zhitong immediately quipped, "Don't be too proud. I just... Just..."

"This is what I asked auntie to do. Don't think too much. Drink it." Pei Xiunan said.

Hearing what he said, Lin Zhitong immediately pouted and took the ginger soup from Pei Xiunan's hand.

After a bowl of ginger soup, her body immediately warmed up. Knowing that Pei Xiunan wouldn't drink it, she couldn't help but ask with concern, "Did you take any cold medicine?"

Before he could finish speaking, the man suddenly put a hand on her side and pressed himself against her. His eyes were fixed on her and he did not move.

"Pei xiunan, what's wrong with you this morning?"

Pei Xiunan quickly pecked her bright red lips. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but the smell of ginger lingered on her lips, which made him frown.

Lin Zhitong's face turned red quickly and pushed the man hard. "Pei Xiunan, if you don't want your face, be careful that I infect you."

"Silly, I've been infected by you for a long time." Pei Xiunan looked so affectionate.

Without any misunderstanding, Lin Zhitong had already forgiven him in his heart, but he rejected him with some intention.

Now she thought about what the man had done for her, what he had done for her, and what he had waited for her for so many years. She would not misunderstand or reject her.