Chapter 17 Not Deceiving Her

Song Yin returned to work at the company.

In the office, Cheng Zhi rolled her chair over to Song Yin’s side and quietly asked, “Is everything going smoothly at the hospital?”

Song Yin shook her head. “The specialist’s surgery is scheduled for six months from now.”

Cheng Zhi also felt a bit regretful. “Experts like that are in high demand; many people go through connections to see them. Surgery done by them would definitely be better. But don’t worry too much—medical technology is advanced now, and this hospital is quite reputable. The other doctors won’t be any worse.”

Song Yin gave a soft hum of agreement.

Although Ye Huai hadn’t made any promises, having hope was better than none.

“Don’t worry too much. I believe Auntie will be fine.”

Song Yin was grateful for Cheng Zhi’s support.

They both worked in the foreign trade department. Cheng Zhi specialized in European clients and was a year older. Their personalities matched well. Both had attended college locally and aimed to establish themselves there, so they shared many common topics.

“Thank you, Zhi Zhi.”

“No need to mention it—I didn’t do much. By the way, I forgot to ask, that Friday night, did Mr. Shen give you any trouble?”

Song Yin shook her head. “No, just had a drink, then he let me go.”

Cheng Zhi found it hard to believe. “Has Mr. Shen suddenly gone pure? But you should still be careful; he probably won’t just let it go. After all, you’re so beautiful.”

Song Yin pressed her lips together.

Beauty is a gift.

Sometimes, it can also be a curse.

***

As Cheng Zhi prepared to return to her desk, Song Yin suddenly asked, “Zhi Zhi, do you know Third Master?”

Cheng Zhi had been here a year longer and had friends with strong backgrounds, so she knew more about certain matters than Song Yin. For example, she had known Shen Zhuoan for quite some time.

“Which Third Master do you mean?”

Song Yin looked puzzled. “There are many Third Masters?”

Cheng Zhi quickly shook her head. “No, that’s not what I meant. I’m just surprised—you know Third Master? He’s someone even I can’t get close to.”

Song Yin explained, “It was just a chance encounter that day, not really knowing him.”

Cheng Zhi didn’t think much of it and said, “That Third Master’s surname is Lou, Lou Yizhou. Because he is the third in the family, he is called Third Master. He is the designated heir chosen by the Lou family patriarch. He should be about twenty-seven this year. You probably have no concept of the Lou family’s influence, so to put it simply: within the few minutes we speak, his family could earn tens of millions. Imagine how much in a day... Of course, the Lou family is not nouveau riche. Their fortune is built over a century, so their family values are very strict. Except for Third Master, who is somewhat of an exception—carefree, unruly, occasionally looking like a refined gentleman, but in fact ruthless. People outside dare not provoke him easily.”

Cheng Zhi’s description was not an exaggeration.

Judging by Lu Guang and Shen Zhuoan’s attitude toward him, it was clear.

Cheng Zhi continued, “But his private life isn’t as chaotic as rumors say. There are endless whispers about young models being his girlfriends and obscure celebrities having ambiguous relationships with him, yet Third Master has never publicly appeared with a woman. Isn’t that strange?”

Song Yin recalled what Lou Yizhou had told her that evening.

No wife, no girlfriend.

It wasn’t a lie after all.

Cheng Zhi added, “However, everyone says the Lou family has already chosen a wife for him. Think about it—such a background and heir, the future mistress must be carefully selected, at least someone of equal status. You wouldn’t believe how many daughters from noble families in the capital are desperate to marry into the Lou family.”

Cheng Zhi suddenly looked at Song Yin. “Yin Yin, you’re not interested in him, are you? He is obviously top-tier in looks and status. It’s normal to be attracted to him.”

“But don’t like him, okay? It won’t end well.” Cheng Zhi wagged her index finger. “Men like him have everything arranged; they’re not available on the market.”

Song Yin couldn’t help but smile. “I’m just curious about these people from high society. That kind of daydreaming isn’t for me. I only want to work hard, earn real money, and live a good life.”

***

“That’s the right attitude. Money will never betray us. Enough talk—I need to bother my clients and see if I can make some cash.”

Song Yin smiled and nodded.

Lou Yizhou was indeed from a completely different world.

Without overthinking, she threw herself back into work.

Just before the end of the workday, Wang, the housekeeper, called.

“Miss hasn’t had a fever today, but she still refuses to eat. Little Song, could you please come over?”

Having promised Lou Yizhou, Song Yin did not intend to go back on her word.

“Sure. I’ll be there now.”

“No need to trouble yourself. Just send me your location, and I’ll have the driver pick you up.”

The way affluent families operated, Song Yin didn’t refuse.

However, out of caution, she sent a quick message to Lou Yizhou via WeChat to confirm she had his permission to go to the Lanshan Villa.

It took him over ten minutes to reply succinctly with one word: “Hmm.”