Applying Eye Drops, Why So Close?

Applying Eye Drops, Why So Close?

First-floor lobby

The male college student before her wore a warm smile, but Mu Xiaomu somehow felt he had come on strong.

This guy actually knew the protagonist shou! She had gone over both versions in her head again and again, yet there had been no one named Han Jin. Where had this guy come from? If he was here to break up her CP, she would break his other leg too!

Han Jin felt the receptionist's gaze was a little frightening. She looked quite delicate, but her eyes had been fixed directly on his leg. Could it be that this version of him knew this receptionist and had some sort of grudge with her?

Ding. The elevator chimed.

He had finally seen the person he had been longing for. Han Jin adjusted his brightest smile, but when he saw the person following behind, his expression visibly froze for a second.

That second did not escape Mu Xiaomu's notice. She snickered inwardly. See that? This is the power of the official partner. All of you, retreat!

"Brother Su," Han Jin called, automatically ignoring the man behind him.

Mu Xiaomu rolled her eyes. So he was a scheming green tea guy!

All of this happened to fall into Lin Su's eyes, leaving him puzzled.

Huh?? Doesn't the little white flower heroine care about her image?

"Your leg hasn't healed yet. Why did you come here?" Lin Su frowned.

Han Jin smiled. "I've been sitting in a wheelchair the whole time. I'll be fine."

"Oh, right. This is seafood soup I made while I was bored in the dorm. I specially brought it for you to try."

Huh?! How does he know it's my favorite!

How could I possibly eat food made by an injured person?

Seeing Lin Su about to refuse, Han Jin pressed on again. "There are also preserved plum ribs. I just learned how to make both dishes. My roommate said they weren't very good, but Brother Su won't mind, right?"

Mu Xiaomu was confused. How did this green tea guy know the protagonist shou's tastes so well?

Lin Su was also baffled. Those were both his favorite dishes.

Gu Lin took in everyone's expressions—Mu Xiaomu's suspicion and wariness, Lin Su's inner thoughts. Clearly, this was no coincidence.

Ever since their confrontation at the hospital, Gu Lin had known this person was after Lin Su. His eyes narrowed slightly. Perhaps even their first meeting, as well as this so-called fractured leg, had been deliberate.

With things put that way, Lin Su could only accept it silently. He was merely taking pity on Han Jin, not accepting because of the seafood soup...

"I'll take you back."

Han Jin was preparing to pretend to refuse when a female voice beat him to it. "I'll do it! I'll take him!"

"Assistant Lin still has overtime. It's inconvenient for him, so I'll do it." She then looked at the man in the wheelchair and added, "You can understand, right?"

Lin Su felt that line sounded strangely familiar, as though it had the same effect as what Han Jin had just said.

Han Jin's lips twitched as he smiled. "Thank you so much, miss."

"You're welcome." For the sake of her CP, she would even pay the taxi fare for this wheelchair-bound green tea guy. She only hoped he would go as far away as possible.

Han Jin was somewhat reluctant to leave and wanted to chat a little longer, but the swift, delicate-looking woman immediately stepped forward and pushed him away. She did not even leave him time to say goodbye before he had reached the entrance.

Lin Su blinked. Where is this heroine delicate? It feels like...

Gu Lin quietly watched and listened to the scene, suddenly feeling that the receptionist was doing an excellent job. Her salary could be increased.

She's quite cute.

Gu Lin: Her salary was just right.

In the end, they still ate dinner in the office, consisting of the food Han Jin had brought.

Preserved plum ribs, seafood soup, these chicken wings, fish... Were they made according to my preferences?

Wouldn't it be too narcissistic to think that? It just feels so strange, and so does that heroine.

I'm starting to doubt whether that book from my dream was real. Could it really have just been a dream?

If it was a dream, why was it so similar to reality? He remembered it so clearly. Something felt off.

No matter what, he could not simply eat someone else's food like this. Lin Su took out his phone, successfully found Han Jin's chat window, and transferred him the money.

After sending it, he stared at the dishes in thought for a long while. Would this be too insulting?

That was what gentle, kind people were like. Whatever they did, they considered others.

Gu Lin felt that Lin Su was good like this—gentle, yet with a sense of boundaries.

"You were strangers to begin with. Just explain it to him clearly." Gu Lin's calm voice broke Lin Su's hesitation. Then he said, "That boy seems quite sensible. I believe he'll understand."

Why does that line feel a little familiar?

Far away in a taxi, after an unpleasant experience, Han Jin received another transfer record that seemed to draw a line between them. He felt disappointed, but considering his current relationship with Lin Su, it was only normal.

Once Han Jin accepted the transfer, Lin Su finally felt relieved. Today had been strange enough. Whatever. After he finished working overtime, he would sort through it all slowly.

The plot of land in the south of the city covered a large area. With many residential communities nearby, it had a locational advantage. Originally, the two companies had planned to join forces and build the province capital's largest shopping mall there.

But Fengyan was acting inhuman now. They wanted Gu Lin to withdraw so they could swallow it all themselves. The land had originally been won by both companies together, yet after taking advantage of them, they wanted to kick them out. It was more disgusting than eating shit, especially since the one serving that shit was the old master of the Gu Household.

They went through the materials again, redid a report that had already been completed once, and the entire company became busy.

The work continued until the latter half of the night. It was not until one in the morning that Lin Su stopped, and even the fingers holding his cup trembled slightly.

My eyes hurt so much. Won't I wake up blind tomorrow?

Looking at it this way, I only have five hours before work starts again.

Gu Lin pursed his lips and tapped the keyboard a few more times before taking something from the drawer.

Ding ding~ A company pop-up appeared on the computer.

Lin Su opened it and saw the words clearly written there: Employees who have worked overtime through the 19th may clock in no later than 12 p.m. today.

—Gu Lin

As soon as that message appeared, faint cheers seemed to rise from the silent building.

What kind of heavenly boss is this? If it weren't for this damned relationship, I feel like I could work myself to the bone for him my whole life.

Lin Su closed his eyes and kept rubbing the corners of them with his fingers. Then his hand touched something. He opened his eyes, and the person before him appeared somewhat blurry.

It's over. I'm going blind.

It was still that faint voice, yet Lin Su could somehow hear a trace of concern in it. "Don't touch them. They're already red."

"There are a lot of bacteria on your hands. If you keep rubbing them, it could easily cause keratitis."

"Close your eyes. Come with me."

As he spoke, Gu Lin pulled him to his feet. Lin Su could only close his eyes and follow behind.

Gu Lin had him close his eyes, lean against the back of the sofa, and tilt his head upward. To be honest, Lin Su was not used to this. It felt a little strange.

"Uh, President Gu, I can do it myself." He was rather terrified at the thought of his boss applying eye drops for him.

Who am I to have the male lead help me... No, this world doesn't seem to be following the plot. At this moment, Lin Su seriously suspected that he had merely been having a nightmare back then.

"Don't move. I'll help you."

The warmth of his breath brushed over him. Lin Su stiffened. When had he gotten so close? How had he not noticed?

And they were only applying eye drops. Was there really any need to get this close?