Lately, Lin Yuji’s been busier than ever, with his out-of-town trips piling up like crazy.

The last time we crossed paths was at my buddy’s birthday party—our first meet-up in over a month.

Glancing at that message again, it hits me—maybe he’s working this hard just to shake me off?

Back when the Lin family’s company was on the brink of collapse, it was my money and partnership that kept it limping along.

Now, in just two years under Lin Yuji’s hands, it’s showing signs of reclaiming its old glory.

This money-driven relationship of ours is probably nearing its end.

As I’m mulling it over, Xu Chen sends me a pic—it’s a screenshot from Fang Zhiyu’s social media.

“Came to tattle to the aunt and uncle, got Lin Yuji to stop pushing me around—look at him now, huh?”

The photo shows him dining with the Lin family, the table loaded with a feast I’ve never been treated to.

Right after we got married, Lin Yuji brought me to the Lin house out of courtesy once.

At the table, though his parents kept their faces neutral, I could still sense their subtle disapproval.

On the way out, I overheard his mom asking if he was thinking of divorcing me.

Lin Yuji answered calmly, “I’ll consider it once the company’s stable.”

“That’s a relief,” she sighed, adding, “Well, he did help us out a lot—make sure to compensate him nicely when the time comes.”

“I will.”

I don’t want compensation—I just want Lin Yuji’s love.

But that kind of thought? Probably a pipe dream I’ll never see come true.

That day, I bolted out of there like a coward.

Since then, whenever a holiday rolls around, I’ve used work as an excuse and never set foot in the Lin house again.