Chapter 502: Sister Will Always Be Yours

Lin Yuan also got angry, so he slapped Sun Weiwei.

He kindly helped her change into dry clothes and was busy preparing Chinese medicine for her.

But this woman, like she'd gotten stuck in a rut, kept pestering him endlessly.

She even bit him.

Lin Yuan's slap was really heavy.

The crisp slap sound was especially jarring in the quiet living room.

Sun Weiwei covered her face, her whole body stiffened.

After a few seconds of dead silence, her shoulders began to tremble violently.

She burst into tears.

Tears rolled down like broken beads, her sobbing shifted from suppressed choking to wailing.

"Wuu… even you don't want me anymore…" Sun Weiwei cried heartbreakingly, looking pitiful.

She had lived in her father's neglect since childhood.

Sun Licheng's thoughts… were always on the family business; no one ever truly put her safety in their hearts.

After meeting Lin Yuan, she thought she had finally grasped a genuine affection.

But now… the reliance she treasured like a jewel made her feel like a joke.

Her father's love had long been absent, and even this sole man who stirred her heart seemed about to leave her completely.

Watching her cry so hard she could barely breathe…

Lin Yuan's anger vanished instantly, leaving only a heart full of reluctance.

He sighed, stepped forward, reached out and gently pulled the curled-up Sun Weiwei into his arms.

Sun Weiwei's body still held an unabated scorching temperature; through the thin T‑shirt it burned his skin, making it ache.

"Don't make a fuss…" Lin Yuan's voice was extremely soft, rare patience in it.

"Su Mo Nong's power isn't something the Sun family can rival; stop fighting her. If both families could each take a step back and make peace, we could still be as we were before, wouldn't that be good?" Lin Yuan advised gently.

"Who wants to be friends with you!" Sun Weiwei shoved him away violently.

Tears smeared her cheeks, her voice hoarse and desperate: "Get lost! I don't need your fake kindness!"

She cried while swinging her fists at Lin Yuan's chest…

But after a few blows she ran out of strength and went limp again in Lin Yuan's arms.

Lin Yuan let her vent, raising his hand to gently pat her back, like soothing a tantrum‑throwing child.

At this moment, time grew quiet.

In the living room… only her sobbing and the patter of rain outside remained.

The atmosphere was heavy and sour.

After who knows how long of crying, Sun Weiwei's sobs gradually softened.

She suddenly lifted her head, her bloodshot eyes full of obsession…

"Lin Yuan, you're a huge jerk!"

Sun Weiwei cursed.

"Yeah, I'm a jerk, alright?" Lin Yuan said helplessly.

Sun Weiwei suddenly reached out and shoved Lin Yuan onto the sofa.

Lin Yuan was unprepared; his back slammed hard into the sofa's backrest.

Before Lin Yuan could get up, Sun Weiwei's jade hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Jerk…" she gritted her teeth, her voice thick with sobs.

Sun Weiwei's scorching breath blew onto Lin Yuan's face: "I have a fever, I'll infect you! I'm miserable, you don't get to be comfortable either!"

In the end, Lin Yuan just let out a deep sigh: "Our positions are different."

"What damn position!" Sun Weiwei seemed utterly enraged by those four words.

Her voice trembled: "Could it be you don't like me at all? I don't believe it! You've taken bullets for me, settled my troubles—none of that's fake! Can't you, out of liking me, stand on my side?"

She stared hard at Lin Yuan's eyes, as if trying to dig out a hint of wavering from within.

But Lin Yuan merely shook his head slowly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable resolve: "Sorry."

Those two words… were like a cold blade, completely severing Sun Weiwei's last hope.

She stared blankly at Lin Yuan, then suddenly let out a shrill laugh.

Sun Weiwei's tears flowed even harder: "You jerk!"

"I'm not doing well, you don't get to be fine either!"

Sun Weiwei's gaze instantly turned obsessive.

"Damn stinky man, dead scumbag! I have a fever, I'll definitely infect you! In this lifetime you'd better not think of shaking me off!"

In tonight's apartment, it's destined to be a sleepless night.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was morning of the next day.

A night of standoff drained both of their strength.

He walked into the kitchen, cooked a bowl of warm millet porridge, and fried a soft‑boiled egg.

Then Lin Yuan carried the tray and walked softly to Sun Weiwei's side.

"Have something to eat; an empty stomach is bad for you." Lin Yuan placed the tray on the coffee table, his tone hinting at a subtle compromise.

Sun Weiwei didn't even lift her eyes; she suddenly swung her hand and swept the tray onto the floor.

The shattering of the porcelain bowl was especially jarring in the quiet living room.

Warm porridge splashed onto Lin Yuan's pant leg; he merely furrowed his brows, saying nothing.

Sun Weiwei leaned against the wall, moving out of the living room step by step with difficulty; each step showed resolve.

Upon reaching the entryway, she stopped, her back to Lin Yuan.

Sun Weiwei said in a hoarse voice, "From today on, we cannot coexist."

Lin Yuan was about to speak when Sun Weiwei suddenly turned around.

She quickly stepped up to him.

Before Lin Yuan could react, she rose onto her toes and fiercely kissed his lips.

Sun Weiwei then bit hard on his lips.

A sharp pain came, and Lin Yuan tasted a faint metallic tang.

His lips were bitten open by her.

"This is what you owe me." Sun Weiwei wiped the tears from her face.

Her eyes full of stubbornness, she turned, pulled open the door, and stumbled out.

Lin Yuan chased to the doorway.

All he saw was her already supporting herself as she walked into the elevator.

Lin Yuan felt helpless and did not stop her.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Sun Weiwei's delicate body went limp in the elevator corner; she could no longer hold herself, covering her face with both hands as she burst into tears, her shoulders shaking violently……

……

In the single-occupancy apartment.

The living room still retained Sun Weiwei's faint perfume, mingling with the metallic scent in the air.

Like their inseparable yet tangled relationship.

Lin Yuan sighed, bent over, and began picking up the fragments on the floor.

The shards of the porcelain bowl were carefully gathered into a trash bag.

The porridge stains on the floor were wiped three times with a cloth before they were completely clean.

Lin Yuan looked at the now tidy living room and wearily rubbed his forehead.

This karmic entanglement—I really don't know how to handle it.

After a quick wash-up, Lin Yuan changed into a clean suit and drove to pick up Director Su for work.

……

However, halfway there, Director Su suddenly called Lin Yuan, saying she had already arrived at the company and told him to go directly there.

Lin Yuan was startled, but didn't think much of it, turned around and headed straight to the company.

Upon arriving at Su Group, Lin Yuan discovered that Sun Weiwei had not come to work today and had taken leave directly.

Lin Yuan returned to his office and had just sat down when…

Lin Yuan then received a call; Su Monong summoned him to the Chairman's Office.

Lin Yuan got up and hurried to Su Monong's office.

……

He pushed open the door of Director Su's office.

Su Monong was leaning against the leather chair, reading documents.

Her long black hair hung softly, absolutely beautiful and captivating.

Hearing the movement, Su Monong lifted her gaze, her red lips slightly pursed.

Su Monong put down her pen, gesturing for Lin Yuan to sit: "Sit down, I have something to tell you."

Lin Yuan was surprised, stepped forward and just sat down.

Then Su Monong said, "I've found a new driver who will be responsible for picking me up from now on. You are now the Risk Control Director, your workload is increasing, so there's no need to waste time driving me; go get your own car, the company will reimburse the cost."

"Um, okay." Lin Yuan was taken aback, then nodded in agreement.

But Lin Yuan felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.

Lin Yuan instinctively asked, "Director Su, is your newly hired driver male or female?"

Su Monong laughed upon hearing that.

Her eyes and brows twinkled with teasing: "Of course it's a male driver—why, are you still concerned about this??"

"Oh." Lin Yuan responded, but his heart gave a sudden thump.

A vague sourness welled up in his chest.

He had clearly shed the identity of "driver."

Yet at this moment, Lin Yuan felt as if he had lost something important, feeling sour.

Seeing this, Su Monong walked over in her high heels.

The pleasant fragrance on her body wafted over him.

Su Monong leaned in, her warm breath brushing Lin Yuan's ear: "What, little brother? Are you jealous?"

Lin Yuan abruptly lifted his head, directly meeting her smiling eyes.

Su Monong reached out and pinched his chin, her tone playful: "Afraid I'll be 'eaten' by the male driver?"

"I'm not." Lin Yuan turned his face away, replying seriously.

"Still being stubborn." Su Monong chuckled lightly.

Her fingertip…… traced Lin Yuan's lips.

Su Monong said teasingly, "Sister can tell, little brother, you're jealous. If you want, show some sincerity—if your sincerity is enough, I'll swap the male driver for a female one, how about that?"

"Director Su, you looking for a male driver is your freedom; I can't control it." Lin Yuan shook his head.

But Su Mo Nong wouldn't give him a chance.

Because Su Mo Nong, already...

"Stinky little brother, older sister will always be yours..."