Hard work after winning the lottery

The door wasn't closed completely; it was left a crack.

It was very quiet inside.

He's probably still asleep.

That glance was filled with regret, fear, and a trace of humble longing that she herself was unwilling to admit.

Goodbye, Zhou Yanjin.

Goodbye, my 396-day dream.

"Click".

The door lock made a sound so faint it was almost inaudible.

She slipped out and, with all the tenderness she possessed, gently closed the door.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without making a single unnecessary sound.

She really was like a thief who had stolen the world's most precious treasure and was now fleeing in disarray.

It wasn't until she rushed into the elevator and saw the red numbers steadily decreasing that Hua Yun's tense nerves snapped.

Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the cold elevator floor, burying her face in her knees and letting out a suppressed, animal-like whimper.

She didn't know how she got home.

All she remembers is that when it was broad daylight, the pedestrians on the street looked at her with strange and inquisitive eyes.

Also.

A woman with long, disheveled hair, barefoot, and wearing only an ill-fitting men's shirt was running wildly through the streets in the early morning.

Anyone who sees this will find it abnormal.

"Clang!"

She slammed the door to the rented room shut.

Like a puppet whose soul had been ripped out, she rushed straight into the bathroom.

She turned on the shower and set the water temperature to the highest setting.

Scalding hot water was poured over my head, causing a stinging pain on my skin.

She seemed not to feel any pain.

She picked up the shower gel and, like a madwoman, scrubbed her body vigorously, over and over again.

It was as if this would wash away the scent he left behind.

Wash away those shameful traces.

Wash away the dirty and chaotic memories of last night.

But it was no use.

It's completely useless.

The marks, washed away by the hot water, became clearer and more menacing.

Those memories are like they're etched into my bones; no matter what, they can't be erased.

Water, mixed with tears, slid down her face.

In the end, she exhausted all her strength.

His body slid helplessly to the ground along the cold tiled wall.

She hugged her knees, curled up in the corner of the bathroom, letting the cold water soak her through.

What should we do next?

Nine days left until I leave the company.

How should she face him?

No.

She simply didn't have the courage to face him again.

All she wanted to do was escape.

She fled to a place where no one knew her, and vanished completely from this world.

The water in the bathroom had become ice-cold without me noticing.

Hua Yun shivered from the cold, and her muddled mind finally regained a sliver of clarity.

She turned off the shower and walked out of the bathroom, feeling lost and disoriented, each step like walking on a knife's edge.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

On the bedside table, her phone was vibrating tirelessly, its screen flashing in the dim rented room like a menacing ghost.

It was Secretary Ying.

Or it could be other colleagues in the company.

They were probably asking why she hadn't shown up at the company on time.

Hua Yun's gaze fell blankly on the lit screen.

face?

How should she deal with this?

Should she face the man she defiled, bearing all this evidence of her crimes?

No.

She can't.

She stretched out her still slightly trembling hand, neither answering nor hanging up.

Instead, he pressed the power button heavily with his fingertip.

The screen instantly plunged into a deathly darkness.

Just like her life right now.

Isolated from all external sounds, panic and despair surged even more fiercely within her.

She was wrong.

That's completely wrong.

She shouldn't have harbored that one in ten thousand illusions, and she shouldn't have indulged her darkest desires under the influence of alcohol.

She was like a despicable thief, stealing what didn't belong to her.

She defiled him and trampled on herself.

These 396 days of unrequited love, which was originally the cleanest secret hidden in her heart, have now become a sludge that cannot be washed away.

What will Zhou Yanjin think of her?

A shameless woman who takes advantage of others' misfortunes and uses her body to advance her career.

Will he take revenge on her?

Will do.

With his methods, making her disappear completely from this industry, and even this city, would be as simple as snapping his fingers.

Rather than waiting to be sentenced to death by him, it's better to escape in advance.

Once the thought popped into her head, it spread like wildfire, instantly taking over all her thoughts.

go.

We must leave immediately.

Get out of here, escape as far away as possible!

Hua Yun suddenly stood up from the ground. Because she stood up so suddenly, her vision went black for a moment, her body swayed, and she almost fell down again.

She leaned against the wall, gasped for breath, and then, like a trapped beast driven mad, rushed toward the worn-out suitcase in the corner of the room.

She unzipped her jacket and began frantically packing her things.

She haphazardly stuffed the neatly folded clothes inside.

She threw the professional books on her desk onto the floor one by one.

Those things that once carried her dreams and future now seem incredibly ironic.

She didn't even dare to touch the photo frame that she had placed in the most conspicuous position.

The photo in the frame is a picture of her on her first day at work, taken with the Zhou Group building.

In the photo, she smiles so brightly, her eyes sparkling with longing and hope for the future.

Now, all that's left is a mess.

She slammed the suitcase shut, the zipper making a "rip" sound, as if mercilessly mocking her absurd dream.

She took out her wallet, pulled out all the cash inside, and placed it on the table along with the thin bank card.

Then, she sent a final message to the landlord as quickly as possible.

"Sister Wang, I'm not renting it anymore. I don't need the deposit back. The key is on the shoe cabinet by the door. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Without the slightest hesitation.

She doesn't want to stay in this city, which holds all her love and pain, for even a second longer.

……

At the same time, on the top floor of Block A of Genting Tianxi.

Zhou Yanjin suddenly opened her eyes amidst a sharp headache.

The hangover left his temples throbbing with pain.

He pressed his temples and sat up from the messy bed.

A faint, unfamiliar, sweet fragrance lingered in the air.

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and... the decadent atmosphere of indulgence.

Zhou Yanjin's dark eyes suddenly darkened.

He looked around.

The bedroom was a complete mess.

His shirt and trousers were carelessly tossed on the carpet.

Beside him, there were several pieces of royal blue fabric that clearly did not belong to him.

Like a butterfly with its wings torn apart.

His gaze instantly turned as sharp as a knife.

The memories of last night, like a film reel with a broken string, began to flash wildly through his mind.

The "Starry Night" cocktail party.

The strong liquor he drank during social occasions, one glass after another.

dizziness.

dark.

then……

A soft, slightly cool, and trembling body pressed against her.

A naive yet desperate kiss.

The woman's sobs, muffled and broken, tickled his heart like feathers.

And then there's that extreme madness and depravity.

"boom--"

The fragments of memory eventually pieced together a fact that instantly darkened his expression.

He had sex with a woman here last night.