"Stop overthinking, that video is nothing. Nowadays, many actresses have fild stuff far worse than that." Yan Ting noticed she still hadn’t recovered, so he casually murmured a few comforting words.
Lin Banxia knew too well that the video hardly exposed anything, except her face. For those who recognized her, chances are they figured out it was her.
"Alright, thank you for helping delete the video." Lin Banxia gradually cald down. She realized how weak she had been—almost to the point of contemplating suicide over this incident. It only ant her heart still wasn’t strong enough.
"Alright, I’m going to take a shower. You should rest first." Yan Ting inhaled the faint, natural fragrance lingering on her skin post-bath. His inner beast seed on the verge of waking, but gazing at her small, sorrow-filled face, Yan Ting knew tonight there was nothing he could do.
Although he was intensely captivated by this woman, he also understood timing. He didn’t want to stab at her wounded heart further and make her pain worse.
For so reason, Lin Banxia obediently listened to him, crawled into bed, and curled herself into a ball, forcing herself to sleep.
Yan Ting took a cold shower in the bathroom. The thought of other n having glimpsed her enchanting beauty filled him with deep unease. On his way ho earlier, he made a call to ensure that woman who leaked the video would taste the bitterness of despair.
Lin Banxia remained awake all along. When Yan Ting laid down beside her, her body stiffened instinctively.
After a mont of restraint, Yan Ting still pulled her petite body into his arms.
Lin Banxia let out a soft protest, but all she heard was the man’s low, husky command near her ear: "Sleep. Don’t move."
Lin Banxia froze for a mont, then obediently closed her eyes to sleep.
From his one sentence, she felt reassured that nothing would happen to her tonight.
Perhaps it was his kindness in letting her off, or the warmth against her back, but Lin Banxia eventually drifted off in a daze.
The next morning, the internet was buzzing again.
This ti, however, it wasn’t Lin Banxia’s hazy, blurry video but sothing far more sensational—a dramatic five-person showdown.
Lin Banxia woke up to Yan Ting’s fervent kiss. She opened her eyes, discovering his thin lips pressed against her forehead. She instantly snapped wide awake.
"Awake? Co with to the company; today’s your official first day at work." Yan Ting had just finished freshening up—his clean-shaven face only heightened his strikingly handso allure.
Lin Banxia drew in a breath—her forehead, which had been kissed by his thin lips, remained faintly warm.
"Oh, I’ll get up right away!" Lin Banxia dared not be lazy. She had fought for this job herself and had to work hard.
Yan Ting wore only a loose robe, his relaxed deanor resembling a scene straight off a poster.
Lin Banxia quickly finished her morning routine, then rummaged through her small suitcase to find sothing to wear.
"Are you sure these clothes are suitable to wear outside?" By the ti Yan Ting appeared next to her again, he was dressed impeccably in a suit, his forr languid deanor replaced by an imposing, aloof aura.
Lin Banxia looked down at her modest suitcase, filled only with a couple of casual dresses, clearly unsuitable for work attire.
"Could you take to a mall on the way to the office? I want to buy a few work outfits." Lin Banxia finally pulled out a long dress to wear for now.
Yan Ting glanced at her pleading, hopeful eyes and replied coolly, "Alright."
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