pjbooks Chapter 88 Lin Zhiyi's Decision
Chapter 88 Lin Zhiyi's Decision
Chapter 88 Lin Zhiyi's Decision
On the third day after the holiday, Tianyue Group resumed its busy work.
At the morning meeting, project progress reports, financial approvals, and wage payment receipts for the Hongyuan Copper City urban renewal project were delivered to Lin Zhiyi's desk one after another.
Sign the report, listen to the report, and point out several loopholes in the materials that should not have appeared.
Everything was the same as usual.
The department manager stood in front of his desk, fully prepared to be scolded, but Lin Zhiyi simply returned the documents.
"The work quantity confirmation form is missing the signature of the work team representative. Please complete the form and submit it again."
The manager nodded quickly.
"Understood, Miss Lin."
After everyone left, the office became quiet again.
Lin Zhiyi leaned back in her chair and looked out the window.
The traffic flow downstairs was slow, and the reflection from the glass curtain wall was slightly dazzling.
The salary supplement details on the table have been signed and will be issued soon.
This time, Zhang Huaizhong learned his lesson and listed all the workers' names, bank card numbers, amounts owed in wages, and payment dates clearly, even including a statement of responsibility from the project department.
Normally, she would find it less troublesome.
But today, as she looked at these numbers, the image of her father hunched over the table and the words of that lawyer, Mr. Wu, kept flashing through her mind.
If you want to know the truth about your father's past, feel free to contact me anytime.
Lin Zhiyi closed her eyes, trying to get back into work mode.
Wu Liang is an annoying person; he always leaves things unsaid.
She could have easily turned around and left that day on the path in the cemetery.
But she didn't; in fact, she said those words aloud.
I didn't have a fever that day.
Lin Zhiyi turned her head, trying to shake off her jumbled thoughts, but to no avail.
At 3 PM, the brand department sent a review of the public opinion situation.
"The hype surrounding Guangdong Hongyuan has subsided, and the main discussion has now returned to the issue of unpaid wages. The personal attacks against Wu Liang have largely ceased, and we will continue to monitor the situation."
Lin Zhiyi turned two pages.
"Don't touch him again."
The head of the brand department quickly responded.
"Yes."
Lin Zhiyi closed the file, her tone indifferent.
"Don't be too clever for your own good."
The person in charge felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly left with the materials in hand.
Another day has passed.
When it's time to leave work, the driver waits in the underground parking garage as usual.
Upon seeing Lin Zhiyi emerge, he immediately went forward and opened the back door of the car.
"Miss Lin, are you going back to your residence?"
Lin Zhiyi paused for a moment.
Give me the key.
The driver was stunned.
"You're driving it yourself?"
"Um."
The driver hesitated for a moment, but still handed over the keys.
"Then I—follow behind?"
"Need not."
Lin Zhiyi got into the driver's seat and fastened her seatbelt.
The driver stood by the car, looking somewhat uneasy.
"Miss Lin, what about Mr. Tan? —"
Lin Zhiyi looked at him.
The driver swallowed the rest of his sentence.
"Be careful on the road."
The car drove out of the underground parking garage.
Lin Zhiyi did not return to her residence.
They didn't go to the apartment arranged by the company.
She drove south along several familiar yet unfamiliar streets before finally stopping at the entrance of an old residential area.
Teachers' new village.
More than 20 years have passed, and the entrance to the community has changed dramatically. A guardhouse has been built, and even a parking barrier has been erected.
Lin Zhiyi sat in the car for a long time without getting out.
She lived here until she was seven years old.
Back then, there was a row of low trees downstairs, and I liked to climb up and down them in the summer.
Teacher Chen's after-school care program is located on the first floor of Building 2. After school, a group of children would sit around a small table doing their homework, chattering away. They would often have to be scolded by Teacher Chen before they would obediently finish their homework.
Lin Zhiyi pushed open the door and got out of the car.
There are many elderly people in the community. In the evening, some people carry groceries back home, while others push their children around in circles downstairs.
She found Building No. 2.
The door on the first floor has been replaced, and the small wooden sign that used to indicate the care center is long gone. There are two withered potted plants piled up at the entrance.
Lin Zhiyi stood there for a while, then knocked on the door.
Footsteps could be heard coming from inside.
The woman who opened the door was in her early thirties, holding a child in her arms.
"Who should I look for?"
Lin Zhiyi looked at the unfamiliar interior decor.
"Excuse me, does Professor Chen still live here?"
The woman thought for a moment.
"That Ms. Chen who used to run the after-school care program?"
"right."
"We moved out a long time ago." The woman shook her head. "My parents bought this house. I heard the previous owner was Mr. Chen's son. I think Mr. Chen passed away several years ago."
Lin Zhiyi nodded gently.
"Thanks."
The woman noticed that she didn't look well and asked her a question.
"Did you used to live around here?"
Lin Zhiyi smiled.
"I guess so."
The woman didn't ask any more questions. Before closing the door, she said, "You can go downstairs and find Grandma Wang. She's lived in this building for over ten years. But she's old, so it's hard to say whether she remembers."
Lin Zhiyi went downstairs.
Grandma Wang was sitting downstairs basking in the sun, with a cloth bag next to her containing freshly bought vegetables and potatoes.
She heard Teacher Chen's name and thought for a long time.
"Teacher Chen, she's gone, she's been gone for five or six years. She was a really good person, she used to help so many families take care of their children."
Lin Zhiyi asked, "Did she leave anything behind?"
Grandma Wang glanced at her.
Who are you?
I spent time with her when I was a child.
"Oh," Grandma Wang nodded. "I don't know. Her son took everything away. These days, young people don't keep old things."
Lin Zhiyi didn't ask any more questions.
The sky gradually darkened.
She did not leave Chengnan New Village immediately.
The car was parked outside the back gate of the residential area. Lin Zhiyi sat in the driver's seat, looking at the familiar window on the third floor.
She had already returned once on October 7th.
She had just left the cemetery, and Wu Liang's words had unsettled her. She only managed to rummage through a few old things in the house: her father's fountain pen, old account books, book covers, and a few of her childhood exercise books.
No answer found.
But these past few days, the more she forced herself not to think about it, the more she would think about that evening.
Her father sent her to Teacher Chen's house.
She did not have a fever.
Lin Zhiyi pushed open the door and got out of the car.
The old stairwell still smelled of dampness mixed with cooking fumes. The motion-sensor light on the third floor turned on a little late. She stood at the door and took her keys out of her bag.
The door lock is working a bit better than last time.
The house remains exactly as it was when she left three days ago.
She had tidied up the old account books on the writing desk, and next to the enamel mug was the fountain pen her father had used.
Lin Zhiyi only turned on the old desk lamp next to her desk.
The moment the lights came on, the room felt like it had been transported back to many years ago.
She sat down and reopened the exercise books.
The top book is a grid book for first-grade elementary school students.
When she was little, her handwriting was unsteady, and her horizontal strokes were always crooked. Her father would write a few words on the side with a red pen.
Horizontal lines should be level, and vertical lines should be straight.
Lin Zhiyi stared at it for a long time.
It turns out I hadn't forgotten; I'd just gotten used to rarely asking.
After her father passed away, Tam Wing-yan arranged school for her, paid her tuition, and took care of all her financial needs. As she grew up, she learned to do things well and not let the past affect the present.
But Wu Liang deliberately handed that line of text to her.
My child has a fever, and I'm in a hurry to get home.
If she didn't have a fever, why did her father leave the company?
If her father didn't leave because of her, then who made him leave?
Lin Zhiyi took out her phone and found Wu Liang's number.
This time, she didn't hesitate for long.
The phone rang a few times before being answered.
"Miss Lin?"
Lin Zhiyi looked at the old exercise book on the table and slowly spoke.
"Attorney Wu."
She paused for a moment.
"I want to investigate what happened to my father back then."
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