A rollback after death? Then let them offer their loyalty!

Chapter 44 Not a Good Way to Eat

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The meeting ended in a tense atmosphere.

As everyone left one by one, Qin Shuang lowered her head and quickly walked out of the conference room, heading straight for the restroom at the end of the corridor.

She needed to be alone, needed to splash cold water on her face, and needed to suppress the humiliation and fear of being publicly executed during the meeting.

The bathroom was empty. She turned on the tap, and the cold water washed over her wrists, but it couldn't wash away the chill in her heart.

Looking at her pale, haggard face in the mirror, a wave of self-loathing and rage surged up again.

Why her? Why is it always her who's unlucky? She's always been an outsider.

He finally got a chance to shine, but he messed it up! Lin Yu...it's all because of Lin Yu!

Qin Shuang gritted her teeth and dug her fingers into the edge of the sink.

Just then, the bathroom door was pushed open.

Qin Shuang glanced at herself in the mirror subconsciously, and her body instantly froze.

It was Lin Yu who came in.

Lin Yu acted as if he hadn't seen Qin Shuang, walked straight to the sink next to her, turned on the tap, and slowly washed his hands.

Qin Shuang held her breath; she dared not move, nor even look at Lin Yu in the mirror again.

He could only stiffly maintain the handwashing posture.

The water was splashing.

In the quiet bathroom, only the sound of running water and the two people's soft breathing could be heard.

Lin Yu turned off the tap, took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and did so slowly and deliberately.

Then he turned to look at Qin Shuang:

"Miss Qin, what a coincidence."

Qin Shuang shuddered and tried to turn and leave.

The next second, Lin Yu reached out and grabbed her wrist!

The force was immense, leaving no room for resistance.

"You—!" Qin Shuang stared wide-eyed in horror.

Just as she was about to struggle, Lin Yu suddenly pulled her, dragging her into the bathroom as she staggered.

The corridor was empty; it was past closing time, and there was almost no one there.

Lin Yu locked the door with his other hand.

"Lin Yu! Are you crazy?! Let go of me!" Qin Shuang screamed in a low voice, desperately twisting her wrist.

Lin Yu seemed not to hear her and dragged her straight to the innermost cubicle.

He pushed the door open and shoved her inside!

Qin Shuang slammed her back against the cold cubicle wall and groaned in pain.

She looked up and met Lin Yu's gaze looking down at her.

His gaze was calm, even devoid of emotion, yet it made her tremble with fear.

This sense of oppression is far greater than that of Li Ruiqiang.

"What...what are you going to do? This is a police station!" Qin Shuang's voice trembled violently, and her body instinctively shrank back.

However, it was completely enveloped by the narrow space and Lin Yu's figure.

Lin Yu did not answer, but instead took a step forward and got closer to her.

The distance between the two instantly shrank to almost nose-to-nose contact.

Lin Yu reached out his hand, and Qin Shuang thought he was going to hit her. She was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly and her body tensed up.

But the expected pain did not come.

The hand gently landed on her face, its fingertips icy cold, and with the dampness from the water it had just washed, it lightly brushed away the remaining makeup and tear stains under her eyes.

Qin Shuang shuddered and suddenly opened her eyes.

Lin Yu looked into her terrified eyes and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Just now at the meeting," Lin Yu began, his voice low so that only the two of them could hear:

"After Section Chief Li said that about you, Miss Qin, didn't you even have the slightest thought to defend yourself?"

Qin Shuang was stunned.

"Let him say you're inefficient and that this is all you can do..."

Lin Yu's fingers slid down Qin Shuang's cheek to her chin, gently forcing her to lift her head:

"Is Miss Qin so easy to bully?" Lin Yu's fingertips caressed Qin Shuang's chin.

Qin Shuang's heart was pounding, whether from fear or something else, she didn't know.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Lin Yu's gaze moved down, landing on her collar, which was slightly disheveled from her struggle, and then swept down over the taut curves of her body.

Finally, it stopped on her thighs, which were covered by white stockings under her short skirt.

"Hmm!"

Qin Shuang let out a muffled groan. Through her stockings, she could clearly feel the pressure and temperature of Lin Yu's fingers.

And the sense of shame amplified many times over when the mark is touched.

"That's true." Lin Yu's voice lowered even further: "Miss Qin is indeed very easy to bully."

Lin Yu slowly drew circles on the mark with his fingers, his movements deliberate and methodical, each touch sending shivers down Qin Shuang's spine.

She should hate Lin Yu, should push him away, should scream, but her body seemed to betray her.

It went slightly limp under that touch, which was a mixture of fear and some indescribable stimulation.

She even shamefully had a reaction that she herself didn't want to delve into.

Qin Shuang recalled Li Rui's cold and disdainful gaze at the meeting, and Qin Xue's perpetually calm and expressionless face.

Only Lin Yu helped her!

She felt wronged, resentful, and powerless, as if the man in front of her had completely seen through and controlled her.

All the emotions mixed together overwhelmed her last shred of reason.

Tears rolled down her cheeks without warning.

Lin Yu paused his movements when he saw her tears.

He offered no words of comfort, but instead leaned closer, his breath brushing against her earlobe.

"You were scolded, and you feel wronged?"

Lin Yu's voice was like a devil's whisper: "Unfortunately, no one cares about you."

Every word was like a needle piercing the most vulnerable part of Qin Shuang's heart.

Yes, Li Rui... didn't care at all what grievances she had suffered or what she had gone through.

Even Qin Xue acted as if it were none of her business.

And just now, she was actually somewhat amused by Lin Yu's few bland responses at the meeting.

That's... utterly stupid.

Ultimately, she didn't really like Li Rui that much; it was just that Li Rui liked Qin Xue, so she wanted to compete with Qin Xue for him.

If Qin Xue likes Lin Yu, then she will compete with Qin Xue for Lin Yu.

But is that even possible? A proud woman like Qin Xue would never fall in love with anyone.

Can a villain like Lin Yu really handle this?

Even if Lin Yu used the same methods, Qin Xue would most likely continue to gamble, rather than being as cowardly as she is.

Thinking of this, Qin Shuang gave a self-deprecating laugh.

A feeling of giving up and self-abandonment welled up inside me.

Qin Shuang stopped struggling and stopped trying to avoid Lin Yu's touch. She just leaned against the cold partition wall, tilted her head back, and let her tears flow.

However, under Lin Yu's control, her body trembled slightly involuntarily.

Lin Yu noticed this subtle change in her, withdrew his hand from the mark, and instead used his thumb to wipe her moist lips.

"That's more like it," Lin Yu said in a low voice.

"Recognize your situation, Miss Qin. The game isn't over yet, and you have no way out."

After Lin Yu finished speaking, he took a step back, increasing the distance between the two of them.

As fresh air rushed in, Qin Shuang took a deep breath.

But the next second, Lin Yu's voice rang out again:

"Miss Qin, I'm very angry right now. You should know what to do, right?"

After all, Miss Qin wouldn't want this matter to be discovered, would she?

"I see..."

Qin Shuang nodded and then tied her hair up.

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Half an hour later—

Qin Shuang swallowed hard, then looked up at Lin Yu with a suggestive gaze.

Lin Yu straightened his perfectly neat clothes and said calmly:

"Remember today's meeting, and remember this moment."

Lin Yu patted Qin Shuang's head:

"It's time to go back, Miss Qin, or... do you want to stay here?"

Qin Shuang snapped back to her senses, her cheeks instantly burning red, mixed with undried tear stains, looking utterly disheveled.

She frantically tugged at her wrinkled dress, then looked down, trying to rush out of the cubicle.

"Wait," Lin Yu's voice rang out again.

"Wipe your face, Miss Qin, your table manners are very bad."

Qin Shuang took the wet wipes blankly, and looking at her tear-stained face and swollen eyes in the mirror, a deeper sense of shame welled up in her heart.

She wiped her face haphazardly with trembling hands, threw the tissue into the trash can, and dared not look at Lin Yu again.

He then flung open the door and rushed out as if fleeing.