Chapter 299: I Know Everything
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Li Yan drove her ho, and she didn’t say much along the way, which made it inconvenient for him to speak more. He wanted to give her so ti to buffer.
When they arrived at her apartnt complex, Huang Ying said there was no need for him to see her inside, and she could go up on her own. It was already close to midnight, and if people saw her coming ho so late in a man’s car, it might lead to gossip.
"When you get ho, give my phone a quick call. The babysitter might have already left, and your mom might not have gone to bed yet. You need to take care of her. Just call and hang up without saying anything, so I know you’ve safely gone upstairs, and I can leave with peace of mind," Li Yan said with a smile.
Although they were already here, and there was basically nothing to worry about, Huang Ying typically didn’t co ho this late. It’s better to be safe than sorry.
Hearing his concern ward Huang Ying’s heart. She looked into his eyes and gently said, "Li Yan... thank you."
"Thank you for what?" Li Yan reached out and took her hand, smiling, "You aren’t trying to tell you actually don’t have feelings for , and you’re only with out of gratitude, and now you’re finally relieved, are you?"
Huang Ying quickly shook her head, "No... what I an is..."
"Hmm?" Li Yan looked at her, seeing her hesitant, and asked with so confusion.
Huang Ying thought for a mont and then decided to speak up: "I know everything."
"You know everything? What do you know?" Li Yan was a bit flustered. If she’s talking about Yu Xiaodi, Shinohara Mirai, and Matsushima Kui, then she should be saying things like ’pity,’ ’regret,’ or ’disappointnt,’ not thankfulness. Surely she isn’t grateful that he arranged for a bunch of sisters?
Huang Ying flashed a tiny smile: "That’s just how you are... preferring to secretly help rather than want my thanks."
Li Yan found it even more strange: "How am I secretly helping you again? If I’m helping you, wouldn’t it be directly?"
"I’m talking about the past... My mom told sothing." Huang Ying spoke softly, "Once, she inadvertently overheard the staff from the Mortal Fund discussing why they put so much effort into caring for her. It wasn’t just an ordinary aid case, but also because she was the future mother-in-law of a friend of the fund’s director, Mr. He Zhengyuan."
"Uh..." Li Yan was speechless, never expecting that they would eventually uncover this! He Zhengyuan surely didn’t have the ti to oversee everything personally, so to ensure others took care, he ntioned she was a friend’s future mother-in-law.
When he asked his fifth brother, He Zhengyuan, to help, he initially used photos taken on the beach of her collecting scrap, paired with the story of her mother being seriously ill without money for treatnt, pushing it online via viral marketing. Then He Zhengyuan, under this guise, claid to learn of their situation online, checked with the hospital, and provided aid.
The intention was twofold. Firstly, he had no ulterior motives for Huang Ying, not wanting her gratitude, only to assist her as she was the only person in the business departnt who had helped him and didn’t look down on him, counting her as a friend. But if she knew the truth and showed the face of gratitude all the ti, it would be awkward.
Secondly, he didn’t want his identity exposed. Being rely seen as unremarkable, relying on relationships to muddle through the company for pay, suddenly knowing acquaintances like that found among overseas charity fund directors who could act swiftly, would definitely surprise Huang Ying. She worked at Paradise Group, and an unintentional slip might reach Zhang Yurong.
No thought half a year later, the truth was unwittingly discovered.
"Previously, we thought that was simply how the Mortal Fund’s process went. When my mom found out, she was shocked. Reviewing the whole procedure, it seed unusually fast and enthusiastic. Even if willing to aid, ticulous investigation of the recipient family’s condition is normally requisite, yet they treated it as their own affair. Because I don’t have a boyfriend, she t you, the one who’s been to the hospital, but didn’t believe you could know such an influential person.
Hence, she never ntioned this to , thinking I might have another boyfriend, you being just a colleague. After I returned, she finally learned about us... that’s why she eventually told about it."
Saying this, Huang Ying gazed at Li Yan intently and said seriously, "Though there’s no direct evidence, I strongly believe it must be you! Mr. He should be a friend of yours, and at that ti the online stunt dealt with by you; fundraising was rely secondary. You knew kind-hearted aid would be insubstantial for my mother’s dical bills. That was rely a reason to discreetly assist us."
What is their relationship now? Although Li Yan hasn’t and can’t disclose all details, there are facts to moderately share and admit. He spread his hands, smiling, "You’re right; I admit it. But don’t get so high-minded. The intent of such indirect help isn’t solely obscuring from you for gratitude but also wanting privacy without exposure knowing He Zhengyuan. Hence, knowing him isn’t considered grand."
"I understand... but for , it’s about you not wanting to burden . Including... later occurrences, if I hadn’t felt overwheld by pressure and lost confidence to the point of randomly choosing to marry, you probably wouldn’t have shown up, just silently aiding when possible."
Li Yan neither affird nor denied; to her, he didn’t harbor that sort of intentions, knowing her kind too, having a wife himself, obviously avoiding unwarranted flirting. If rely assisting without expecting repaynt, gratitude from her wasn’t necessary.
"Thereby... thank you for the generosity extended to and my family." Huang Ying smiled faintly, "Now, in our relationship, you’d surely assist . But at that ti, we weren’t close like that, so offering thanks retrospectively isn’t incorrect, right?"
"Alright then, if you insist, I’ll accept your thanks."
Huang Ying nodded, satisfied, waved goodbye, and got out of the car.
Li Yan, acknowledging and receiving her retroactive thanks, was not only for her relief; it was also an expression of gratitude from her mother. Back then, both of them were rely ordinary colleagues and friends. Getting the Mortal Fund to exert painstaking efforts and attention clearly wasn’t a trivial favor.
As for the friendship between Li Yan and He Zhengyuan—or how he connected with those circles—Huang Ying neither asked nor wanted to. She perceived Li Yan beyond a re presentation of simplicity, recognizing a man’s mystery; if unbidden by him, she wouldn’t inquire, content rely to accept all he offers!
Thus, when the client representative coveting her was eunuchized, accomplice Ye Jiahong facing misery, hospitalized long, even leading to the business director’s removal. Very aware it was Li Yan behind those, yet never questioning him how executed. How he acquainted as friend Li Jie, boss of security company Jie Rui, enlisting her in accounting despite intern-level skills was atypical, yet equally unexplored.
Tonight, no queries pertinent to He Zhengyuan.
Carrying steadiness and cheer, Huang Ying returned ho, montarily setting aside concern and anxiety for her mom.
Onto the doorstep, found lights on inside, Huang Ying felt guilt, let herself loose tonight completely, indulged in a date, leaving her mom ho alone, uncertain of the caregiver’s departure. Now wishes fulfilled, feelings jubilant; it seed at last celebrated Valentine’s. Yet stepping toward ho evoked thoughts, fretting solely for mom inside.
Inhaling deeply at the door, anticipated on entering to care for mom, questions about the evening would ensue. No ti for phoning Li Yan, thus preemptively dialed his number. Let it ring briefly, then hung, inserting the key for entry.
...
Li Yan remained outside waiting, calculating ti. Having visited Huang Ying’s countless tis, estimating duration needed, phone rang by estimation confirming she called, disconnecting before answering.
Code sign confird; assured she safely reached ho, he started his car, heading back.
To be precise, ho. Not towards the hotel joining them.
Though, all three desired so. Yet now contrasting past, he must attend his wife. Their relationship blossod lovingly; trivial foreign fling can’t jeopardize that.
Before he drove far, phone rang again!
Neither Shinohara Mirai urging hotel et nor Zhang Yurong questioning tardy hocoming. But... her call! (To be continued; to know more, log in to qidian, with more Chapters, support the author, support authentic reads!)
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