The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 4

Ling Luoyin's face changed just as Ling Guozhi’s vicious slap landed on Ling Yiran’s face.

"What are you talking about! You drove a car into someone else and were locked up in jail because of it. Our entire family was put to shame because of you. You don't have a future anymore. Do you want to ruin your sister's future as well?" Ling Guozhi scolded.

His eyes were full of disgust for his older daughter. When he thought back to the time when his family had been able to make connections with the Xiao family, and the amount of respect his relatives and friends had had to give him back then, he couldn't help despising her for what she did.

Ling Yiran's cheeks hurt so much and it was like they were on fire, but her expression remained calm, as if she didn't care at all.

"I originally just wanted to offer some incense for my mother, but now it seems that there is no need for me to do it here. I won't step foot in this house ever again."

After saying this, Ling Yiran turned around and left the place that had once been her home.

There was no place for her in this "home".

—

When Ling Yiran got to her apartment, the place was dark and the lights were off. When she turned on the lights, she was greeted by a cold silence.

She could tell at a glance that there was no one else in the room.

Was Jin gone? Her heart suddenly felt a little empty. It turned out that in the end, she was still the only one left!

Ling Yiran let out a bitter laugh. Just as she was about to turn around and close the door, she saw a figure slowly walking towards her. She was stunned.

It was Jin!

He was still wearing those worn-out clothes of his from yesterday while he held a bag in his hand. His thick bangs almost covered the entire upper part of his face, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly at a glance, but she knew that under the bangs was a face that could easily take over people's hearts.

Such a person... was he really a homeless person?

She was not familiar with him at all, and she didn't even know much about him. She knew that taking him in like this was an impulsive decision and could put her in danger, but... she couldn't stop herself.

Perhaps humans were tribal animals after all. They needed company.

"I'm back." A cold and indifferent voice sounded, but it also sounded like the most beautiful sound nature could produce.

Her throat suddenly felt warm, and her words caught in her throat. "I... I thought you wouldn't come back."

He stared at her. "I just went out to buy something."

She quickly leaned to one side, pulled him into the room, and closed the door. Then, she saw two white steamed buns in the bag he held.

She smiled gently and felt that her whole body seemed to be much more relaxed now.

"We'll eat together later, but before that, I... wanted to offer some incense to my mother. Today is the anniversary of her passing," said Ling Yiran. She took out some red candles and incense she had bought on the way home from her bag, along with a framed photo.

It was a black and white photo of a woman. The woman in the photo was only about 30 years old, looking gentle and beautiful.

She lit the candles and incense, held the incense in her hands, and bowed three times to the photo respectfully.

"Mom, I've started a new life now. I'm living a good life. I have a job that pays well enough for me to feed myself. You can rest assured, and in the future, I will only live a better and better life..."