Chapter 32: Fissure

  After walking out of the chairman's office, Su Yingxue's anger turned into a strong sense of grievance and sourness.

  Directly came to a corridor, on both sides of the corridor are oil paintings collected by Su Xingyuan, decorated with a strong artistic atmosphere.

  Su Yingxue didn't improve her mood much due to the environment, she walked to a quiet corner, in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, her forehead against the glass, closing her eyes to adjust her emotions.

  Lin Fei followed a few steps behind, gazing at the woman's slightly heaving fragrant shoulders, but didn't make a sound. Instead, he became engrossed in looking at those Western oil paintings of various styles.

  At this time, saying comforting words is meaningless, she just needs someone to quietly accompany her for a while.

  After more than ten minutes, Su Yingxue calmed down, turned around, leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

  It was as if she was talking to herself, Su Yingxue murmured: "Actually, for everyone outside, I am the president of Jing Cheng Group, much more important than being a daughter of the Su family..."

  Even for Father, I am just the president of Jing Cheng Group, his most trusted subordinate. Nothing else matters...

  But I always tell myself that I am a useful person for Father, and Father needs me, so it allows me to sit in the chairman's position at a young age...

  But now I understand, in Father's eyes, from start to finish, I was just a new product for the season.

  "When it comes to this transaction, Father won't have any attachment at all because it's just... a living merchandise."

  A woman's eyes are dull and lightless, as if her thoughts have fallen into a dark quagmire.

  After a while, Su Yingxue wiped the corner of her eyes and raised her head, saying: "Do you think I'm pitiful? Don't think that way, I don't need any sympathy, I just wanted to say it out loud."

  She looked at Lin Fei, but Lin Fei seemed to be standing in front of a religious oil painting, quietly admiring it and didn't seem to hear what she was saying.

  "Are you listening to me?"

  Su Yingxue furrowed her brow, somewhat dissatisfied. This was the first time she had revealed such things in front of a man, and although she didn't expect anyone to comfort her, this man seemed not to have taken it to heart, which made her rather unhappy.

  "Craquelure", Lin Fei suddenly said a foreign word.

  "What?" Su Yingxue knew English, but couldn't make out whether this was an English word or not.

  Lin Fei turned his head and smiled gently at her, "This term comes from French, describing the cracks that appear in oil paintings after they have dried and hardened over time."

  "Do you still speak French?" Su Yingxue looked somewhat incredulous, but also didn't think it sounded like a lie.

  Lin Fei didn't answer directly, but continued: "You know, in the eyes of an artist, the cracks on an oil painting represent different meanings..."

  Many artists believe that it does not represent the aging and fragility of oil painting, as the saying goes, 'surviving in the cracks'.

  The cracks on an oil painting are the evidence that it has stood in the world for hundreds or even thousands of years, and is its most tenacious and strongest mark.

  It's just like your heart now, it has cracks, it has wounds, but you're still standing here like a warrior.

  "As a young woman in her twenties, you're already quite impressive and don't need anyone's pity, right?"

  Su Yingxue stared at Lin Fei in a daze, this sentence was like a warm stream, flowing into her heart.

  She felt a warmth in her heart, like chocolate melting, bringing comfort and sweetness.

  Although the man said he didn't need her sympathy, he apparently used a more acceptable way to comfort and encourage her.

  This is a man's unique love, low and thick, making her feel safe and enjoyable.

  "Don't be so exaggerated," Su Yingxue suppressed the joyful smile at the corner of her mouth, gave the man a white eye, and silently muttered in her heart, "Thank you."

  Lin Fei smiled suddenly and pointed at the oil painting, saying: "Do you know what this painting is?"

  "Can you see it?"

  Su Yingxue didn't know about these things, but she didn't think Lin Fei should know either.

  "This painting depicts the scene of Moses, the leader of the Jewish people, giving a speech to the Israelites before his death... Seeing this painting, I think of a sentence that can be given to you now."

  "What kind of words are these, aren't they some sort of motivational quotes?" Su Yingxue felt that the more this man spoke, the more absurd he became.

  Lin Fei laughed and shook his head, suddenly saying in a strange tone: "Habahlhargechahashkemlhargo".

  Su Yingxue looked at him in some surprise, this time she absolutely didn't believe it was English, let alone French, but the man's words didn't sound like nonsense.

  "What language is this?"

  Lin Fei's mouth curled up with a sly smile, explaining: "This is Hebrew, the sentence comes from the Hebrew Talmud, also known as the Hebrew Jewish canon."

  After finishing speaking, Lin Fei didn't care about Su Yingxue who was still standing in the same place, staring at him with a surprised look, turned around, stretched his waist and yawned.

  "Director Su, I'll go take a nap in the office first, and then head home this afternoon... call me again then..."

  Su Yingxue remained standing still in her original position, her heart silently reciting the words Lin Fei had just spoken...

  "If someone comes to kill you, launch an attack, kill them first!"

  Is it from the Jewish canon? Is it what the sages said?

  And why is Lin Fei's English pronunciation so standard London accent, and how can he speak Hebrew?

  This man suddenly made her feel a little apprehensive, not just because of his mysteriousness, but also... he was becoming more and more attractive to her.

  This was unprecedented, making Su Yingxue's mood a bit irritable, and she even forgot the unpleasant conversation with her father just now.

  With a more complicated mind, Su Yingxue returned to the office, opened her computer and searched for what Lin Fei had said.

  The result shocked Su Yingxue, everything Lin Fei said was true, even his Hebrew pronunciation was flawless, the content of the painting was consistent with the Jewish scriptures!

  How did this man know all those strange things? Isn't he just a substitute taxi driver?

  At this time, there was a knock at the office door.

  "Please come in," Su Yingxue returned to her calm and composed work state.

  Zhang Jing walked in with several documents in her arms, a smile on her face that she couldn't hide, apparently due to the joy of successfully acquiring Si Nuan.

  "Director Su, these are the contracts, please review them. Also, here is the business plan for the new factory in Shuikou Village, revised according to your requirements, please review it again..."

  Su Yingxue softly responded with a sentence, "Let it all go".

  Zhang Jing knew that her boss didn't like beating around the bush, so she wisely put down her things and nodded before turning to leave.

  "Hey, Zhang Jing, wait up."

  Zhang Jing immediately turned around and asked seriously: "Is there anything else you'd like to instruct, Director Su?"

  Su Yingxue hesitated for a moment before saying: "Go and call Lin Fei over, I have something to ask him."