Zhang Yu gave a quick call to her parents who were traveling in Beijiang. After confirming they were doing well, she picked up her assignnts for the day and started working on them.
Even graduate students have howork to complete. Speaking as an older student, the truth is, people of any age aren’t naturally inclined to study.
Oh well, let’s not think about it. Better get the assignnts done. They need to be emailed to the professor by midnight, and Zhang Yu had procrastinated to rush other work before.
Thinking of the three reports still waiting to be completed, honestly, it put her in a foul mood. But what can you do? That’s the price of procrastination: always racing against deadlines.
After a good dinner, the mother and son occupied a corner of the study to get busy again.
"Mom, didn’t you say you’d finished?" He recalled hearing Zhang Yu happily declare she was done with her work and waiting to get paid before she clocked out yesterday, so why was she still writing now?
"The paid work is done. What I’m finishing now are three reports, and today’s the deadline."
"That’s why I’m rushing to et the deadlines." Zhang Yu factually inford Lin Zixuan about the perils of procrastination, or else it’s hell mode for sure.
Lin Zixuan had never seen such a helpless expression on Zhang Yu’s face before. In a child’s eyes, not completing teacher-assigned howork on ti is a big deal.
The little guy anxiously asked, "Mom, will you finish it today?"
Initially, Zhang Yu thought this task wasn’t too difficult and she could handle it easily. But she underestimated the workload after all.
"I can finish, just cutting it a bit close."
"I won’t do this again next ti." Seeing the young man looking tense, Zhang Yu assured him this was truly a calculation error on her part this ti.
"Alright, back to work." Zhang Yu made herself a strong cup of tea to perk up a bit. "Oh, son, do you have plans for the weekend?"
Last weekend, she had planned to take Lin Zixuan out, but got caught up with urgent work deadlines and didn’t go anywhere.
Now that the tasks are completed and money’s in hand, Zhang Yu was eager to take her son out to play.
Luo Zhixiang, aware that Zhang Yu wanted to take him out, said, "Saturday I’ve planned to et classmates to buy practice books."
Wow, how long has school been in session, and Lin Zixuan already has classmates to hang out with? "Alright, then we’ll go next door for so good eats this weekend."
Recalling an article she read online about a hot spring resort, "How about this, we’ll have lunch Saturday and then go back to the Mainland, find a hot spring resort hotel, and relax a bit."
Soaking in hot springs to recharge and savoring so gourt food seed like a pretty good weekend plan to Zhang Yu. Just not sure about the young man’s inclination.
Lin Zixuan thought for a bit, "Sure."
Zhang Yu gave an OK sign and swiftly booked a suite online, which included a buffet dinner and a spa package. The price seed reasonable.
By eleven-thirty, Zhang Yu submitted the last report to the professor’s email. She yawned, "Bath and rest ti."
"Tomorrow’s another full day of classes." Zhang Yu yawned once again, took a shower, returned to bed, browsed a bit, and then fell soundly asleep.
The following days saw Zhang Yu in a relatively relaxed state. The intensity of rushing to et the deadlines was truly exhausting, requiring a good rest to recover.
Plus, given the stable stock market conditions, Zhang Yu didn’t interfere much. Saturday afternoon, she returned to the Mainland and had a good rest in the hot springs, choosing not to bring her computer to enjoy a peaceful weekend away from work.
While she spent a quiet weekend, Lin Yu and Han Xue were about to crumble.
Looking at the newly received data, they both gasped, "If not for Zhang Yu, we..."
If it were ordinary data errors, it wouldn’t be a big deal. However, these were critical figures. If no one tampered with them, who would believe it?
Lin Yu, releasing a breath, pondered further, "How did Zhang Yu know these data were problematic?"
Han Xue thought the sa, "Right, how did she know?"
Though Lin Yu repeatedly expressed his confidence in Zhang Yu verbally, monts like this still gave rise to doubts. If she truly betrayed him, who would suffer?
He knew that during the divorce, despite the substantial compensation, it wouldn’t truly quell Zhang Yu’s anger.
Lin Yu was sure that she would exact severe revenge.
"Right, right, these need thorough understanding." Although Zhang Yu warned them about discrepancies in certain data, it didn’t prove she was a good person.
She and her allies might have concocted this ploy just to gain their trust. Such a thing wasn’t impossible.
Harboring suspicions, Lin Yu quickly attempted to contact Zhang Yu. Despite his nurous ssages, there was no response.
Zhang Yu’s disappearance and her refusal to reply left Lin Yu with many thoughts, like if she’d connected with his enemies, scaring him considerably.
"Can’t you just call her?" Han Xue, seeing Lin Yu pacing and only sending ssages or voice ssages without dialing, got really anxious.
Well, Lin Yu, still pacing decisively in the room, wore a slightly embarrassed expression, "She changed her number after the divorce."
"We usually chat online." Lin Yu didn’t bother too much with this since as long as he could reach her. "Once I get in touch, I’ll definitely get her number."
Han Xue rolled her eyes, "You..." Forget it, it’s better not to have such contacts.
On Sunday, the mother and son ate dinner outside because it was the maid’s day off, leaving no food at ho.
After a simple steak al, they planned to return, but encountered Lin Yu pacing back and forth upstairs.
Zhang Yu found it odd. It was past eight, why was he at their building? "Is sothing up?"
Sothing definitely was, or else he wouldn’t be waiting outside their building.
Lin Yu was growing impatient, eager to confront Zhang Yu and question why she hadn’t replied to his ssages.
But he couldn’t go up; there was a building manager who asked who he was looking for, the apartnt number, which he didn’t know. This lack of information ensured the manager wouldn’t help contact anyone.
"I ssaged you. Why didn’t you reply?"
"And what’s your apartnt number? I’ve been waiting at your door for ages. I really want to co up but I don’t know which number you are. Even the manager won’t help ."
Lin Yu was clearly displeased. Zhang Yu felt amused, "If you’d forced your way up, I would’ve contacted the hoowner’s committee. We pay so much in fees, yet the manager’s so uncooperative."
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