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

Chapter 93 Knocking on the Door

Lin Yu seemed not to hear or see anything.

He focused intently on crumpling the paper in his hands, the force varying from light to heavy, the rhythm constantly shifting.

The sound of kneading continued to echo in the quiet office.

Finally, the crisp paper was crumpled into a tight, wrinkled ball, losing its original shape and smoothness.

Lin Yu casually tossed it onto the table; the crumpled paper rolled around and came to rest on the edge of the table.

He then picked up Su Yingxue's heavy personal fountain pen.

Unscrew the pen cap to expose the pen tip.

There was another blank sticky note on the table.

Lin Yu paused, hovering the pen tip above the paper.

Then, the pen tip suddenly fell, piercing the paper with a soft "plop".

Then he began to scribble on the paper with the tip of his pen forcefully, almost destructively!

The pen tip repeatedly and deeply pierced and crushed the paper fibers, making a rapid "hissing...thumping..." sound, dense and brutal.

The golden nib quickly picked up the tiny scraps of paper, leaving a mess of scratches and cracks on the paper.

Ink seeped from the tip of the pen, splashing out with the rough handling, dragging into messy, murky ink stains that seeped deep into the back of the paper.

"Ah..." Su Yingxue finally couldn't hold back and let out a short sob.

Her arms, which were bracing herself on the table, began to tremble violently, her shoulders shook, and her breathing became completely disordered.

Her legs buckled, and her knees slammed against the table wall with a series of dull thuds.

Lin Yu stopped playing with his pen.

The ink had spilled from the pen, leaving the paper a messy, unsightly wasteland.

The ink was smudged and the paper was torn in many places. Lin Yu casually tossed the pen aside, and it rolled to the side of the crumpled paper.

He then stood up and walked behind Su Yingxue.

She was almost completely limp on the edge of the table, barely able to support herself with her arms, her body so soft it felt like she had no bones.

Lin Yu reached out from behind and gently pinched her chin, lifting her face slightly so she was facing him.

Su Yingxue's face was flushed, her eyes were unfocused, her lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing rapidly.

Her hair was stuck to her skin with sweat, making her look disheveled, yet also possessing a kind of radiant beauty after being utterly destroyed.

Lin Yu lowered his head and kissed her lips. The kiss was not gentle; it carried a sense of control and possession, and it was deep and long.

Su Yingxue endured it helplessly for a long time before Lin Yu finally stepped back.

A viscous silver thread, imbued with a unique scent, broke between their lips.

He released her hand, and Su Yingxue slid down onto the carpet, leaning against the table leg, her eyes still vacant, her mouth slightly open as she breathed softly.

Lin Yu calmly straightened his perfectly neat uniform, walked to the office door, and opened it.

"Get some rest, Director Su," he said, turning around.

The door closed gently.

Ten minutes later, the coolness of the carpet slowly brought Su Yingxue's hazy consciousness back together.

She blinked, her eyes gradually clearing. The first thing she felt was the soreness and weakness in her body.

Especially the lower back and legs.

"I...how could I..." She looked around; she was the only one in the office.

Her mind was a little hazy. She only remembered that Lin Yu came to report on his work, and they talked about some things. It seemed that the conversation went fairly well.

Then...then she felt very tired, extremely tired, and it seemed...she even took a nap?

Could it be... that chaotic, blush-inducing feeling I just experienced... was it all a dream?

The details in the dream were blurry yet burning, flashing by like fragments.

The oppressive feeling of being tightly bound, the rough treatment, and that calm face of Lin Yu so close...

Su Yingxue's face flushed instantly, her heart pounded, and a surge of intense shame, indignation, and disbelief welled up inside her.

How could she have such a dream?! And the person in the dream was Lin Yu, whom she had only met a few times and who was her subordinate?!

But the soreness in my body felt so real...

"Impossible... I must be too tired..." she muttered to herself, shaking her head vigorously, trying to shake off those absurd images.

She bent down, picked up the pen cap that had rolled off the floor, and put it on the broken pen.

He then grabbed the torn piece of paper and the crumpled paper ball and stuffed them into the shredder.

Listening to the sound of the shredder working, she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart and the heat on her face.

Su Yingxue leaned against the door of the lounge to stand up, her legs still a little weak.

She took a deep breath, straightened her hair and suit in front of the mirror, and tried to restore her expression to that of the calm and composed head of the resource allocation department.

However, just as Su Yingxue was about to sit back down in her chair...

Sweat dripped down his thighs and onto the ground.

Su Yingxue's delicate body trembled: "I...I feel...something's wrong."

Thinking this, she unlocked the door and prepared to go to the wardrobe in the inner room to get some spare clothes to change into.

But just then, there was a knock on the door.

Su Yingxue's heart skipped a beat.

"Go in," she replied instinctively, her voice a little tense.

The door opened, and Lin Yu walked in with a document in his hand, his expression as natural as if nothing had happened.

"Director, I've come to report to you on my work."

How did he come back? Didn't he just leave? No, that just now felt like a dream...

Su Yingxue froze on the spot, her path to the inner room blocked halfway by Lin Yu's figure.

She could only turn around and try to sit back in her office chair with steady steps.

The moment the chair surface touched her body, the lingering stickiness and slight swelling made her almost jump up.

She endured it with all her might, crossing her legs.

"Put it here." Su Yingxue pointed to the table, not daring to look at Lin Yu.

Lin Yu put down the document but didn't leave immediately.

Instead, he stood in front of the table, his gaze fixed on Su Yingxue's face.

"Director," he began, his tone displaying the standard concern of a subordinate for their superior.

"Your face is a little flushed. Are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to get you a glass of water, or call a doctor?"

His eyes were open and honest, with just the right amount of worry.

Su Yingxue felt a pang of unease, as if stung by a needle. What had he figured out? No, she couldn't let him find out...

"I'm fine," Su Yingxue replied curtly, even with a hint of embarrassment and anger.

"You can leave once you've finished reading. I'll sign the documents later."

Lin Yu didn't move, still looking at her.

That gaze was calm, yet it made Su Yingxue uneasy, as if all her embarrassment had been seen through.

"Lin Yu!" She raised her voice, trying to mask her panic with authority. "I told you to get out, didn't you hear me?"

"Yes, Director," Lin Yu replied, but took half a step forward.

Su Yingxue's pupils contracted slightly, and she tried to back away, but the chair restricted her movements.

She noticed that Lin Yu's eyes seemed a little deeper, like two small whirlpools.

She thought she heard a very low voice, or perhaps it was just her imagination, and her mind suddenly felt dizzy.

......

When she regained consciousness, she was the only one left in the office.

The sunlight shifted slightly, and another hour passed.

Su Yingxue sat alone in the chair, her lips numb and swollen.

She froze for a few seconds, then suddenly covered her face.

Here we go again... that ridiculous dream again! And this time it happened in the office, while I was sitting in my chair...

She felt a surge of intense shame and panic. Was she under too much pressure? Or was there something wrong with her health?

She staggered into the lounge, finally changing into clean clothes this time.

She splashed cold water on her face repeatedly, looked at the panicked woman in the mirror, and told herself over and over again:

It was all a dream, just a dream. Lin Yu had only come to deliver documents and left very politely. It was all just my own illusion.

After composing herself, she sat back down at her desk and forced herself to work on the documents, but her pen trembled violently.

About ten minutes later.

knock knock.

There was another knock on the door.