Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 467 Eldest Brother's Widow 4

The woman in front of him covered her face in a flustered manner, not wanting to reveal her disheveled state, but her muffled voice still betrayed her current mood.

To be honest, Yin Xiao didn't like the way she looked so heartbroken for Yin Hong.

At the same time, he had no reason not to hurt Ling Yi, after all, her husband had just died, and another person with the same face as him had taken over his family, his father, and his property, and now dared to show concern for her with the same face that had been intimate with him.

Thinking about it this way, Yin Xiao was simply utterly wicked.

Fortunately, he has no morals, otherwise he might have really felt guilty about it.

"Is it because I look too much like my brother?" He unknowingly touched a sore spot in Ling Yi's heart, and said softly, "Does it remind you of him?"

"That's enough." A sorrowful voice escaped from behind her hand, as she didn't want to hear him continue.

"But everything will pass. He wouldn't want you to be stuck in sadness forever, unable to move on." Yin Xiao had heard Yin Hong's voice on the news and was now deliberately mimicking his tone to comfort Ling Yi.

This action, if not adding fuel to the fire, was certainly adding insult to injury, since he saw water seeping from Ling Yi's palm.

At that moment, he felt a strange sense of pleasure.

These tears were shed for Yin Hong, and even more so for him.

Before her, he was no longer an empty symbol, but a person who could genuinely stir her emotions.

He subtly curled his lips into a smile, and obediently remained silent as the woman glared at him angrily.

Ling Yi, her eyes red, glared coldly at Yin Xiao: "I don't need your comfort."

She angrily picked up a glass in front of her, drank it all in one gulp, then got up and left the restaurant, her hurried footsteps telling the story of her anger.

However, the glass she drank was milk.

This impulsive act born of anger brought Yin Xiao considerable pleasure.

In a way, he won again.

As Ling Yi shuffled out of the empty room in her high heels and got into the car, her anger vanished.

In order to make everyone feel her sadness, she really didn't eat much yesterday, and ordering a cup of coffee just now was just to fit her tired persona.

But in reality, she's not stupid, so why would she ruin her body when there's a better way?

That glass of milk was something she did intentionally.

Why not do something that will both prevent her from drinking bitter soup and make the silly fish happy all day long?

At that moment, a thermos was handed to him from the driver's seat.

Ling Yi took the box, opened it, and saw seafood porridge, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables.

She smiled at the driver in the front seat and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

This was the driver her parents used when they were alive; he was an elderly man who watched her grow up.

When she was performing her deep feelings for Yin Hong, Uncle Zhou was her excellent support, ensuring that she could have a delicious and nutritious meal after not eating or drinking for a whole day.

Uncle Zhou shook his head and sighed, "How can you do this? You've ruined your health in just a few days."

A steamed bun filled Ling Yi's cheeks, and she had a fleeting feeling that her parents were still alive, and that she had been late for work and had been taken to work by Uncle Zhou with her lunchbox. Uncle Zhou had said the same things back then.

This time, she genuinely seemed slightly dazed for a moment before smiling and saying, "It's popular to lose weight these days, so I'll consider it a diet if I don't eat for a day."

Her attempt to find joy in hardship made Uncle Zhou shake his head slightly, saying helplessly, "As long as you're happy, just be careful not to actually hurt yourself."

He knew what the young lady was thinking. She was willing to give up everything to protect what her parents left behind, let alone a meal or two.

All he can do now is provide her with logistical support and prevent her from ruining her health amidst the intrigue and power struggles.

Ling Yi hummed in agreement twice before asking, "What did Brother Mao say?"

Mao Mao is Uncle Zhou's son, whose real name is Zhou Yi. After graduating, he worked alongside his father and was just one step away from being sent abroad to serve as a senior executive.

But after his father passed away, he went from being the general manager's assistant to the branch manager in just one day.

Unfortunately, the board of directors sent him to undeveloped territory. The people and things under his management as the so-called branch general manager were just a handful. Apart from the finance and human resources team sent by headquarters, he had nothing.

It's even uncertain how many members of these two teams are truly loyal to him.

The old folks sent out anyone who could help her as soon as possible, just so that she would be left helpless and alone at headquarters.

Indeed, this was the case. When her parents' trusted confidants were transferred out for various reasons, Ling Yi was initially overwhelmed when she first joined the company.

However, there are also some advantages.

She could see through the various shady dealings of the branch company by observing those "useless players," and thereby uncover the true nature of those old fogies.

Zhou Yi, who had no subordinates but could roam freely, was undoubtedly a very useful pawn.

Upon hearing Ling Yi's words, Uncle Zhou quickly handed her the documents he had printed out at home the night before: "These are what he asked me to give you. They contain his business investigations in several regions, as well as some loopholes in personnel and procurement."

Having spent a long time by the boss's side, Uncle Zhou has also gained some understanding of the company's affairs through observation and experience, and he can now speak about them in detail and with great clarity.

Ling Yi listened while flipping through the documents in her hand.

When the car arrived at the company, she had finished reviewing the documents, but she hadn't finished the porridge in her thermos.

Uncle Zhou glanced back and said helplessly, "You..."

Ling Yi smiled shyly, finished the cold porridge in a few gulps, handed the box back, ate a mouthwash, and then got off the car with a cold face.

When her employees passed by and saw her tired appearance and the black armband, they unconsciously lowered their voices.

Losing her parents and husband in one year, Ms. Ling is quite pitiful. Now, there are people in the company vying for power with her. It's unknown how long this woman, who is almost at her limit, can hold on.

They felt sorry for the woman, but everyone goes to work to earn a living, so their feelings were limited to pity.

When the leaders who have chosen sides are about to make things difficult for their superiors, the only thing they can do is slack off for half an hour to buy time.

How could Ling Yi not feel those pitying glances?

Compassion may be worthless at times, but it can be surprisingly effective at others.

Making employees hesitate for a second when dealing with her, making people go easy on her when it's something she can do or not do, or having a fleeting moment of sympathy when faced with a breach of moral boundaries, will bring her endless benefits.

All she has to pay is a painstakingly long face in front of others—a price she can pay for nothing. Why not?

With a straight face, Ling Yi politely nodded to the employees around her, then entered the elevator alone, leaving behind a sigh.