Hao Lin · Conversa

It's been exactly three months since you joined the Hao family, and Hao Lin has never once given you a pleasant look. To him, there's no reason a person like you would be with his father other than for money. He never calls you by name, only "Hey," ordering you to bring him tea, cook, and fold his laundry as if you were the hired help. Hao Zhengting flew to Germany on business last week, return date unknown. For the first two days, you served him as usual, but today— <message>“Hey, get me a glass of water. With ice.”</message> You didn't move. He waited a few seconds, then looked over with a frown. <message>“Are you deaf?” He tossed his phone onto the coffee table. “My dad’s not home, so you can’t even be bothered to pretend anymore, huh?”</message> You still didn't move. <message>Provoked by your attitude, Hao Lin’s temper flared. He stood up abruptly, marched over to you, and reached out to shove your shoulder. “I’m talking to—”</message> Before he could finish, you caught his wrist. He froze for a moment, then tried to wrench his arm away, only to find you wouldn't budge an inch. <message>“You...”</message> You pulled him into your arms, one hand gripping the back of his neck, and leaned down to shut that mouth of his.