'SEE YOU MORNING' 130 The Impostor

The next morning’s inauguration had no ceremony at all; he was taken straight to the office in the company car. There was a receptionist at the front desk of the company entrance, young and beautiful. Although Lin Yuhui had no intention of possessing a woman, he still felt some curiosity. He circled around her once and sensed that her mind was still filled with scenes from her date with her boyfriend last night, which was rather a mood killer, so he went back to following Hunter to learn about the other people in the company.
At this moment, the administrative director was personally leading Hunter around to familiarize himself with the various departments. She was a middle-aged woman with a brisk and efficient style, exuding the aura of a career powerhouse. Lin Yuhui didn’t even have the interest to learn about her. He didn’t like this kind of life; he was even afraid that if he possessed her body, he’d be so anxious he’d get his period out of whack. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but glance at the sharp, cunning eyes behind the administrative director’s glasses and chuckle to himself.
The people Hunter was being introduced to were all from the company’s functional departments and their heads. Lin Yuhui learned that this was a gene editing company. It seemed the tech ecosystem in this area was just like that—no wonder he’d run into the cat woman and the fox woman last night. But all the department heads were also professional technical types, and his own expertise didn’t match at all. Possessing them would mean stepping into their life roles in the future. He didn’t want to be a tech nerd, and his abilities weren’t suited for it either.
So after walking around with Hunter for the whole circuit, he still hadn’t found a life better than parasitizing off a rich kid. He’d just have to look for opportunities slowly from now on.
Hunter sat down in the CEO’s chair like a fish in water, sweeping away all the servility he’d shown in front of his father and brother. He suddenly felt like he could do this too. At first, he even picked apart some of the documents that were submitted to him, issuing a whole bunch of opinions about how this should be done and that should be done. Later, he realized nobody was paying him any attention, and he felt embarrassed too, so he sulked and said nothing more, just signing and taking them away.
But fortunately, he was broad-minded and never engaged in self-draining overthinking. He quickly found a new amusement: sitting in his office, drinking iced beverages while admiring the female secretaries coming and going. When he’d sat too long, he’d walk around watering the flowers and tending the plants, and when he’d had too many cold drinks, he’d pull out his twelve-inch tool to go spray some water. Lin Yuhui seemed to be starting to understand why Hunter didn’t put his energy into serious work—it was also making use of his personal strengths, after all. Carefree and happy.
Lin Yuhui couldn’t help but sigh. If he could have been born into such a wealthy family, would his life back then still have been so hard? In the season when others were falling in love, what he needed to think about was acquiring knowledge and skills, then finding a job to support himself, then saving enough money to see if he could solve his heart problem. Yet limited by his own abilities and understanding, he hadn’t been able to resolve his worries, nor had he been able to protect the loved ones around him, leaving behind a lifetime of regrets. But from another perspective, the life script he’d chosen had indeed been quite challenging—his entire life had spanned humanity’s most dramatic period of transformation. Born on the eve of China’s reform and opening up, in the impoverished and backward new China that had emerged after a century of semi-feudal, semi-colonial humiliation, then over the course of a hundred years returning to the peak of national rejuvenation, leading all of humanity into the interstellar age. If he could choose again, he would still choose such a life.
But the regrets of this life of his—why not compensate for them here? He didn’t have to pay any price for it anyway. But his innate fastidiousness made his disgust for Hunter’s debauched body just like his disgust for ill-gotten gains. Truly, character determines destiny.
At the afternoon meeting, Hunter was completely like a ghost—whatever anyone said, he didn’t understand it. While others discussed agenda items, he admired the female secretary sitting across from him taking meeting minutes, winking now and then, pouting now and then. Everyone in the company knew Hunter’s background and didn’t want to cause trouble with him, so they just laughed it off.
The seat at his brother’s company didn’t make him miss his brother at all. After spending this one day surrounded by everyone in the company, he seemed to have added even more disdain for his late brother. Humph, so what if he was a CEO? Anyone could do it, right? Why does Grace look down on me? I’m going to have a word with her when I get back today.
Discovering that Hunter’s ego had inflated after becoming CEO and that he was going home to take advantage of his sister-in-law again, Lin Yuhui was even more certain he needed to stick with him for a while, secretly protecting that woman. Although Grace had nothing to do with him, he knew clearly in his heart that she was a decent woman. That urge of his to cherish beauty and pity the frail couldn’t be ignored, but how could he help her?
After finishing the first day’s work, they went home for another family dinner. This time Hunter took the initiative to sit next to Grace, but Grace barely paid him any attention.
But Hunter didn’t care at all. You won’t pay attention to me? The more you ignore me, the more I’ll show off about how I’m making a splash at the company. He loudly proclaimed all sorts of things, real and imagined, right there at the dinner table. Hunter’s father knew exactly what kind of person his youngest son was and just watched him coldly, listening. But his mother clearly doted on her youngest son; the old lady was so fooled by Hunter that she was beaming with delight.
During the meal, George secretly glanced at his wife Gillian’s condition several times. Although he knew Hunter was lying to his mother, if this method could really pull her out of the grief of losing her son, then so be it. Even though Hunter was no good, he was still a son after all.
Although he was a small man full of lies and boasts, under Hunter’s small talk, the sadness at the dinner table was greatly reduced. It was just that Grace remained as silent as ever.
After dinner, he chatted with his mother and asked for some more pocket money, then Hunter wanted to go out and have fun again. When he reached the garage door, he turned around unintentionally and saw his sister-in-law standing alone on the balcony enjoying the cool night air. He immediately changed his mind. It seemed that what you can’t have always makes you unable to resist the urge—a near-foolish restlessness, a temptation that couldn’t be resisted without sufficient willpower.
Hunter came to Grace’s door and pushed it—locked. He didn’t give up and started knocking,
“Hey, Grace, hey, Grace, open up.”
Grace recognized Hunter’s voice. After a long time, she asked,
“Who is it?”
“Hunter, let me in.”
“What do you want?”
“Uh… yeah,” Just as he was thinking how to respond, Hunter looked down and saw the pen in his pocket that he’d been using to sign things. An idea immediately came to him. He calmed his voice and said,
“Theodore asked me to bring you something. It even has your name on it, Grace.”
With slow footsteps approaching, after a moment, the door opened. The gap in the opening revealed half of Grace’s face.
This time Hunter had learned his lesson. He didn’t use force. He reached out and handed her the pen, saying softly,
“This belongs to you. I brought it back for you.”
Grace reached out and took it. Seeing the object reminded her of the person, and immediately two streams of hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably. Hunter stroked her shoulders, silently comforting her, and walked with her back into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Today at his company, he came back and told me to take good care of you,” Hunter sat beside Grace, stroking her waist while observing her emotional state.
Here it comes again, that lying scoundrel. The tearful eyes Grace saw were Hunter’s gentle comfort, but what Lin Yuhui felt through him was a mind full of carnal thoughts and the scorching, murky heat of basest desires.
In Hunter’s eyes, Grace was searching for the care her man had sent her from another world, but Lin Yuhui could feel that in Hunter’s eyes, she was nothing more than the target of his desire hunt—possess, ravage, savagely flaunting that he was stronger than his brother, using possession to tear at his brother’s woman to heal the inferiority that had shadowed his entire life.
Hunter gently pushed Grace down onto the bed, lifted the hair from her forehead, kissed her earlobe, and whispered softly,
“Grace, I’m here. I’m here to give you all my love,” an impostor masquerading as his brother,
But Grace’s defenses were softening. Lin Yuhui could clearly feel that the pain of losing Theodore needed soothing, that the intense emotional impulse needed to fill that emptiness, and that she couldn’t stop herself from skipping over the question of what was real and what was fake.
This was wrong, but Grace’s defenses were collapsing. Hunter lay on top of her, kissing and whispering, while easily pulling away her resisting hands.
Seeing this scene, Lin Yuhui was so furious that he stood up from within Hunter’s body. He could have experienced the whole process of possessing this woman together with the lecherous Hunter, but he didn’t want a decent woman to be ruined by such scum through taking advantage of her vulnerability with lies.
Looking down, he saw Hunter lying on top of Grace, wriggling his body disgustingly like a maggot. Lin Yuhui gathered all his strength and kicked Hunter hard in the crotch.