Lin Youchu stared at the densely packed records of enormous transfers on the screen, along with the fervent gratitude and sincerity woven between the lines.
Her mind exploded, and her sensitive, fragile heart was instantly drowned by endless guilt.
Only then did she realize just how foolish and ridiculous her earlier wariness, like a startled bird, had been!
How could the noble and elegant Jiang Che before her possibly be some sinister, spoiled rich young master?
He was clearly an incomparably good man who had silently shouldered every burden after his close friend's death and perfectly carried on Mr. Q's final wishes!
"Jiang Che... Jiang Che, I'm sorry..."
Lin Youchu hurriedly handed the phone back, bowing her head deeply as her voice took on a heavy sob.
"I judged a gentleman by the measure of a petty person. I misunderstood you... I'm truly sorry!"
Overwhelming self-reproach surged through her heart like a tsunami, making Lin Youchu wish she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it on the spot.
Inwardly, she frantically berated and cursed herself.
Jiang Che was obviously a philanthropist with a heart full of love. Just how twisted did she have to be to associate him with that kind of malicious second-generation rich kid?!
She recalled what had happened in the private room at Gathering Clouds Pavilion a few days ago.
If Jiang Che truly had been that kind of Villainous Young Master who used his power to bully others and treated human lives like grass...
Then when she had clumsily stained his custom-tailored suit worth hundreds of thousands, how could he possibly have forgiven her so calmly?
The further she followed that line of thought, the more completely Lin Youchu's inner defenses crumbled. The guilt that nearly drowned her made her slender shoulders