After that, she would go there to work every long holiday.
By chance, she found out that he was the most picky photographer in their studio. Other than her, every assistant could not work for more than three months.
When the boss scolded him for being difficult to manage, only she knew that he wanted to leave a position for her so that she could have a job during the holidays.
He must be very sad. Thinking of the hurt expression on his face when he left, Yaling covered her face with her hands.
Only in the dark night would she show her true self. When she was weak, she could even cry to her heart's content!
There was the sound of water being drawn outside the window. Was it raining?
She got up and wanted to close the window. The moon was bright and clear in the sky. Why would it rain? Looking down, under the moonlight, a man was swimming. His movements were very powerful, causing water to splash everywhere. He was like a water leopard, turning agilely in the water and changing directions. Sometimes, he was like a fish, swinging his long legs and swimming elegantly.
The faint light from the lamp shone with the moonlight. When he stuck his head out, it gave him a cold halo, adding a sense of mystery to him.
Was he back?
The pool below had never been used. Aunt Liu said that it was Leng Moyan's exclusive pool. He must have come back.
He looked around and didn't see any women around. Why didn't he bring a female companion today?
Suddenly realizing that she was bored, Yaling gently closed the glass window, lowered the curtains, and turned on the lights.
The room was adorned in a lovely shade of pink. The furniture was covered in white lace, the same color as the curtains.
There were two cute dolls at the head of the bed. They were Snow White and the prince from the fairy tale. A small pink lamp hung at the head of the bed, and the light it emitted was also pink.
There were also some shelves in the small room. They were all pink, and there were many dancing dolls on them. There were all kinds of dance moves, and the materials were different. Some were made of wood, some were made of crystal, some were made of cloth, and some were made of plastic. However, the figures and faces of these dolls looked similar, as if they were the same person.
She reached out her hand and played with the dolls on it. Yaling had chosen dance in school, so she naturally loved these dancing dolls.
The phone buzzed, showing the incoming call after it was set to vibrate. Yaling put down the doll in her hand and opened the phone cover. It was a home number. It should be her mother calling.
"Hello?" She was guessing what her mother would say.
"Yaling, are you okay?"
It was a habitual opening remark, and nothing good would come out of it. Yaling knew that her mother would never call her if there was nothing wrong.
"Alright, what is it? Tell me." She couldn't say that it was bad. This was her habit. She never reported the good news and not the bad news.
"Your father drank a lot today. He's in a bad mood, you know? The Leng family still hasn't invested in the company. Your father's company is about to collapse. If he can't raise the money in half a month, he might…go bankrupt."
"Oh."
What else did Leng Moyan want? Didn't she already become his servant and obediently clean his room?
"Yaling, talk to Leng Moyan and ask him to help Dad as soon as possible. No matter what, you're husband and wife now, so it's easier to talk to him. Mommy doesn't want to…"
Her mother kept on expressing her stance, hoping to get her approval. Frowning in annoyance, Ya Ling felt a little sad. This was her mother. She would only call her for help when she was in trouble.
"Yaling, are you listening?" The person on the other end of the phone felt the silence and asked uncertainly.#
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