TVSFPAG -Chapter 3 The “Check-In” Guy

Chu Jinhan looked at her in silence.

Subconsciously, he squeezed the item in his hand and hid it behind his back, as if afraid Song Yunfei might see it.

He gave a slight nod, his expression returning to normal. “Then I must have misunderstood. Sorry.”

Song Yunfei quietly let out a sigh of relief. She had finally muddled through this. Chu Jinhan was probably relieved too, right?

This way, neither of them would need to find excuses in the future.

“Good that you understand. Hurry up and sleep! Don’t you have work tomorrow?” After saying that, Song Yunfei turned off the light again, lay down on the bed, and shifted a bit closer to the wall.

Chu Jinhan also sat down on the bed, secretly hiding the item in his hand under the bedsheet.

To prevent her from causing more trouble, he obediently lay down, simply accompanying her to sleep.

However, there was a huge distance between the two of them—they both tried their best to stay as far apart as possible.

The weather was unbearably hot. Even with the fan blowing, sweat kept pouring out.

Combined with the earlier tension, Song Yunfei was so hot that she couldn’t fall asleep at all, wiping the sweat from her neck again and again.

The man beside her, however, remained completely still—it was unclear whether he had fallen asleep or simply wasn’t bothered by the heat.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yunfei finally drifted off.

But soon, she was jolted awake by a nightmare.

She dreamed that she confessed everything to Chu Jinhan, and after he successfully returned to Haishi, he immediately sent her to prison.

The dream scared her so much that she sat up abruptly.

It was already daylight outside. Sunlight streamed through the rusted iron window into the room, making everything bright.

The constant chirping of cicadas outside, mixed with the whirring of the fan inside, created an inexplicable sense of irritation.

Chu Jinhan was already gone. The rental room was empty except for Song Yunfei.

She noticed two eggs on a plate on the table, along with some porridge in the rice cooker.

Getting out of bed, she went over, served herself a bowl of porridge, and ate two full bowls with the eggs.

To be honest, the heat made her not want to move at all, but she couldn’t stand the sweaty smell on the bed. Enduring the stifling weather, she took off the bedsheets and washed them.

Just as she pulled the sheet off, something fell out.

When Song Yunfei picked it up, her face instantly flushed red.

It was a condom.

It must have been prepared by Chu Jinhan last night.

It seemed he really did dislike her—otherwise, he wouldn’t have hidden something like that.

To avoid any awkwardness tonight, Song Yunfei threw it into the trash.

Given how much Chu Jinhan disliked her, even if she confessed that she wasn’t the original owner, it would be useless.

Just like in her dream, he wouldn’t believe her and would think it was just an excuse—he would still send her to prison.

Run away! She had to escape as soon as possible!

But first, she needed to earn enough money for travel expenses.

—

At the company.

A female colleague beside Chu Jinhan leaned over and teased with a smile, “Chu Jinhan, your girlfriend didn’t check in on you today?”

Chu Jinhan was typing on the keyboard. Hearing that, he seemed to remember something and took out his phone to check.

It really was completely quiet.

As if thinking of something, he put his phone away and casually replied, “She’s probably not awake yet.”

They had gone to sleep after three in the morning last night. It was only ten now—perfectly normal for her not to be up.

Whenever he was at work, Song Yunfei would usually “check in” on him every half hour—sending messages, making calls, even video calling.

This was already common knowledge throughout the company. Privately, people even nicknamed him “Mr. Check-In.”

This was a small garment export factory. There weren’t many people in the office—altogether a little over ten including the boss and the cleaner. The workshop had more workers, around fifty or sixty.

Chu Jinhan’s position was called foreign trade assistant—internally referred to as order coordinator. He not only had to communicate with clients but also follow orders from production all the way to shipment.

If it weren’t for his strong work ability, with how often his phone rang nonstop during meetings, the boss would have fired him long ago.

He was handsome, knew several foreign languages, and had strong professional skills—he had already become the “male god” of the factory.

Not only did the female colleagues in the office like him, even the girls in the workshop saw him as their dream man.

Especially the one sitting next to him—her Chinese name was Hu Yao, and her English name was Anna. She was also an assistant, and no one knew how many times she had tried to stir up trouble.

It wasn’t strange that Song Yunfei felt insecure—after all, she knew Chu Jinhan’s true identity.

Even with amnesia, he still stood out among ordinary people.

If someone snatched him away, she’d probably be so angry she might really hang herself.

Hearing his words, the envy on Hu Yao’s face was almost impossible to hide.

She said sourly, “Your girlfriend is way too lucky. Unlike me—when I was dating that jerk before, it was the complete opposite of you. He didn’t work, I supported him, and after work I still had to cook for him. In the end, that bastard even cheated on me. Sigh.”

After speaking, Hu Yao glanced at the man.

But he hadn’t been listening at all. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he busied himself communicating with clients.

Looking at the screen full of English on his computer, Hu Yao felt even more unbalanced.

Life was so unfair—why was it that good women never met good men, while good men never met good women?

Her eyes shifted as if she suddenly thought of something.

“Oh right, it’s my birthday today. I’m treating everyone to dinner tonight—why don’t you come too?”

She looked at Chu Jinhan expectantly.

But his phone rang—it wasn’t Song Yunfei, it was a client.

He picked up the phone and said to Hu Yao, “I have deliveries tonight. No time.”

After that, he answered the call and walked outside.

Not far away, two other female colleagues shot Hu Yao teasing looks, making her grind her teeth in frustration.

Someone in the company had seen Chu Jinhan delivering food before, and he didn’t bother to hide it.

Song Yunfei often came to the company, dressed fashionably and using the latest phone model.

Meanwhile, Chu Jinhan always wore the same two outfits, and his phone was a cheap one worth just over a thousand yuan.

His girlfriend didn’t work—so it was obvious who paid for those clothes and the phone.

Everyone knew he worked hard to earn money for his girlfriend, which only made others more jealous.

—

After washing everything she could in the house, Song Yunfei ordered herself some takeout.

Then she started browsing job listings on her phone.

She had studied interior design, but the original owner had majored in e-commerce—completely unrelated fields.

Using the original owner’s background to find a job would probably be difficult.

Moreover, she didn’t have any outstanding achievements to show, so the salary likely wouldn’t be high.

After browsing for a while, Song Yunfei directly applied for a top-listed real estate sales position.

The kind of job people said: “No sales for three years, one sale feeds you for three years,” and one that was highly tolerant of educational background.

If she could sell even one house, she could pack up and run.

She had already figured it out—if she wanted Chu Jinhan to never find her, she would have to go abroad.

But going overseas wasn’t cheap. Without money, her fate wouldn’t be much better than dying miserably on the streets.

Besides, in this novel, housing prices hadn’t fallen—the real estate industry was still booming.

She could sell houses and throw in interior design plans as a bonus—how could that not work?

—

Because Song Yunfei hadn’t “checked in” all day, Chu Jinhan returned to the rental after work that afternoon.

But he didn’t find her at home.

Bedsheets and covers were hanging on the balcony, even the sofa cover had been washed. The room was filled with the scent of shampoo.

“You’re back?”

Chu Jinhan turned his head—it was Song Yunfei returning.

She had her hair tied in a bun, wore a goose-yellow T-shirt and denim shorts.

In her hands were several bags of groceries. She was drenched in sweat from the heat, even the front of her T-shirt was soaked.