My Dongguan Love Story

Lin Huimin and Tang Yan each made about ten phone calls in a row, one after another.

But when I arrived at Sister Zhao's place last night, I had already put my phone on silent, leaving only the vibration alert.

Even when I noticed the calls coming in, I never dared to answer them.

With Sister Zhao right beside me, I dared not call back so readily. I hastily hung up the phone from Lin Guilian, stuffed it into my pocket, and pretended nothing had happened.

Sister Zhao vaguely sensed that I was preoccupied and deliberately hiding something, but she couldn't quite grasp the clue. Seeing that I had finished eating, she stopped speculating, gently took my arm, smiled, and got into the car with me.

Sister Zhao told the driver to go to Dingsheng, and the car slowly started moving.

As soon as I got into the car, my phone started vibrating slightly in my pocket, one after another, each time making my heart clench.

The calls from Lin Guilian, Lin Huimin, and Tang Yan kept coming in one after another, but I pretended not to notice them, didn't touch my phone, didn't look at the screen, and didn't show the slightest panic.

Sister Zhao nestled in my arms, her heart filled with peace and sweetness. She no longer had any doubts and just clung to me tightly, completely oblivious to the endless stream of phone calls and the intricate entanglements they concealed.

The car slowly drove into Dingsheng Factory.

Not long after getting off the car, I bumped into Secretary Su, who had been waiting for a long time, carrying a thick stack of documents to be signed. She had come specifically to see Sister Zhao to handle official business.

Sister Zhao gave me a few instructions, then followed Secretary Su and turned to walk towards the office. Her steps were hurried, and she didn't notice my strange expression at all.

I watched her figure disappear completely before I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly took out my phone, which I had been carrying in my pocket.

The original thirty-two missed calls had now surged to over fifty, all from the numbers of Lin Huimin, Lin Guilian, and Tang Yan, repeating endlessly.

As my fingertip hovered over the screen, still debating who to call back first, Lin Guilian's call began to vibrate rapidly in my palm, carrying an urgent tone that urged me not to miss it.

I picked up the phone and said impatiently to Lin Guilian, "My dear lady, why do you keep calling me? You've bombarded my phone with calls."

Hearing my impatient words, Lin Guilian became anxious and aggrieved, her face turning red with anger: "Chen Dazhuang, what do you mean I should keep calling you? You left me at Dingsheng yesterday and ran away. I didn't go home all night; I stayed up all night at Dingsheng."

"Huh? You didn't go home all night?" I was a little stunned. "Even a fool knows to go home when it gets dark. I went home. Why are you still waiting for me at Dingsheng?"

Lin Guilian rolled her eyes upon hearing this: "You're the idiot, your whole family are idiots. I came here on your motorcycle, penniless, how am I going to get back?"

Forehead......

Listening to her words, I suddenly remembered that she did not bring her bag when she got out of my car, but I was not there. Couldn't you have borrowed it from the staff at Dingsheng?

In response to my words, Lin Guilian became even angrier: "Who can I borrow from? I've asked several people, but they all ignore me, afraid I'll cheat them out of money."

"What about Tang Yan? Why don't you look for her?"

Hearing my words, she fell silent for a moment before saying, "I don't have Tang Yan's phone number."

I was speechless. You and Tang Yan grew up together. You don't have Tang Yan's number but you have mine?

Lin Guilian's voice was hoarse and weak, utterly exhausted. Not wanting to drag things out with me, she softly asked, "Where are you now?"

Upon learning that I was right outside the conference room on the first floor, he simply told me to wait.

Not long after, she dragged her weary body towards me slowly.

The dark circles under his eyes were particularly striking, his face was pale and bloodless, and he looked listless and lacked his usual vitality.

Seeing her like this, I felt extremely guilty and softened my voice, asking gently, "Are you alright?"

Lin Guilian waved her hand weakly: "Don't say anything more, take me to have breakfast first, and then go home and get some sleep."

"OK!"

I walked to the parking shed, pulled out my motorcycle, and parked it steadily in front of her.

Exhausted, Lin Guilian quietly sat down in the back seat.

She sat behind me, looking at my tall and broad back, feeling both resentful and reluctant to let me go. She was still angry, but she couldn't help wanting to get closer and reached out to hug me.

As he hesitated over whether to hug me, the car approached a traffic light, and a car suddenly came speeding towards us from the opposite direction. I reacted quickly and slammed on the brakes. The force of the impact threw her forward, her soft chest pressing heavily against my back. In a panic, she instinctively reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist.

With my warm and comforting back pressed against it, all my unease and grievances instantly vanished, replaced by a sense of solid security.

She initially tried to struggle to loosen her grip and create distance, but craving this sense of security and warmth, she eventually stopped resisting, tightening her arms around him and nestling against him obediently.

Not long after, exhausted, she leaned against my back and fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't wake up until they arrived at the restaurant downstairs from her rented apartment; she was fast asleep.

I wanted to wake her up for dinner, but she didn't get up even when I shook her.

It was obvious at a glance that she hadn't slept a wink all night. My gaze fell on the several red mosquito bites on her arm; I knew without a doubt that she'd been bitten while waiting for me at Dingsheng last night.

Looking at her, a wave of bitterness and guilt washed over me, and I was filled with self-reproach. I shouldn't have been so heartless as to abandon her yesterday.

I carefully reached out and lifted her up in my arms. She leaned softly against my shoulder, her head tilted to the side, murmuring indistinct words, sleeping peacefully yet fragilely.

Curious, I leaned down to listen to what she was saying. I only heard a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz:

"Dazhuang, you're clearly a scumbag, why don't you scumbag me? Am I that bad?"

Ugh, listening to her words, I broke out in a cold sweat. I turned my head away, not intending to listen anymore.

If I were single and had no other women, I would definitely be willing to be with Lin Guilian. But now I've accidentally gotten involved with a few women, and I'm already overwhelmed with problems. I don't have time to worry about these things.

I carefully carried the sleeping Lin Guilian upstairs. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Tang Yan standing quietly on the balcony, gazing down at the view below.

Sensing the movement, she abruptly turned to look at me, her gaze fixed on Lin Guilian, whom I was holding in my arms. Her eyes darted back and forth, her face instantly darkening, and she angrily questioned me:

"You didn't answer your phone all night, were you with her? When did you two start dating?"

She called so many times last night, but I didn't answer. She thought something had happened to me and didn't sleep well all night.

Today, I saw Lin Guilian being gently carried back to the rented room on the balcony.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she wondered to herself, "Did Lin Guilian and I go to a hotel last night?"

Although she felt that Lin Guilian could not possibly be a mistress, especially since their families lived in the same town. Even if she really liked Dazhuang, she wouldn't be so shameless.

But the situation before her forced her to think in a distorted way.

Tang Yan's resentful question suddenly rang out, startling Lin Guilian awake. She opened her eyes blankly, momentarily stunned, and curled up in my arms, timidly looking at Tang Yan's gloomy face.

Tang Yan stared intently at Lin Guilian in my arms, her tone both sour and cold: "I looked for you all night, calling you nonstop, and you, on the other hand, came back comfortably sleeping with someone else."

Lin Guilian then came to her senses and immediately became nervous, whispering in her defense: "I was just too tired and fell asleep, it's not what you think..."

I gently put Lin Guilian down, then hugged Tang Yan and whispered tenderly to comfort her:

"Don't be angry, okay? She stayed up all night and is exhausted and feeling unwell. I'm just worried about taking care of her."

Lin Guilian stood to the side with her head down, feeling uneasy and not daring to speak.

Seeing Tang Yan's sincere attitude, my anger subsided considerably, but I still awkwardly turned my face away, looking at me with eyes full of grievance and bitterness.

I could see that she still looked aggrieved and unhappy, and I was afraid that she would start a fight with Lin Guilian on the spot and things would get out of control.

I then gently put my arm around her, turned around, and walked into the room, closing the door behind me to block out the view from the outside.

Lin Guilian stood alone outside the door, at a loss and filled with grievance.

I held Tang Yan in my arms and gently patted her back to comfort her.

"Lin Guilian and I went to Dingsheng yesterday to look for work, but something came up and I left her there. I only saw her when I went to work today. She didn't sleep all night and was hungry all day. I felt a little guilty towards her, which is why you saw her like that."

To stop her from overthinking, I carefully considered my words and told her about Mr. Zhao's offer to make me the factory manager at the new factory.

He lied and claimed that he went to handle matters related to the new factory last night.

Although I didn't want to lie, I couldn't tell her I was going to Sister Zhao's house.

When Tang Yan heard that I was going to be the factory manager, her eyes widened in disbelief. To the female workers, a factory manager was like a god. It was a very high-ranking position.

She was overjoyed to become the factory manager instead of getting her boyfriend. She also believed that my absence yesterday was due to the new factory business.

But when she recalled how obediently Lin Guilian nestled in Dazhuang's arms and kissed him, Tang Yan felt a pang of bitterness, nausea, and discomfort.

He just wanted Lin Guilian to leave this place as soon as possible, preferably to disappear completely and never appear in Dazhuang's world again.