Chapter 221 The Taste of Green Grass
Exhausted, she waved her hand, "Mom, I don’t know these people, and I didn’t do anything wrong. I only did what I was supposed to do, rest assured."
"Don’t know them? How could people you don’t know curse you like this? Or is it really your fault? Little Sha, in your line of work, the most important thing is to hold onto truth. You must stick to it! You can’t go against your conscience!" Shu Hui had always been strict with herself. She didn’t understand the state of online public opinion, and the overwhelming curses baffled her. If her daughter hadn’t made a mistake, how could the world hold so much malice against her? Her first thought was that it must be her daughter’s fault.
Tu Hengsha understood Shu Hui, but even her own mother doubted her. She still felt mentally exhausted, too tired to even explain. She only said, "Mom, I really didn’t do anything wrong, I swear! I’m tired and want to sleep for a while!"
"Not eating?" Shu Hui pressed on.
She shook her head and rushed into the bathroom.
Even though she had already washed once at the newspaper office, she still felt her body was covered in the stench of oil and grime. Especially the places on her body that the man in the subway had brushed against, she felt even filthier!
She gave herself a thorough wash from head to toe, especially her chest, scrubbing repeatedly with a bath sponge. Finally, she applied body lotion. In the floating, light scent, she felt she was barely clean.
The body lotion she used was lavender-scented. She had no special preference for these products and picked them randomly at the supermarket. Last time it was wild chrysanthemum, and maybe next time it would be jasmine. But at this moment, she was reminded of another particular scent — the green grass scent on him. She didn’t know how it came about. Did he use cologne? Or did he also use body lotion? Neither seemed quite suitable for him. Subconsciously, she couldn’t quite accept him as such a meticulous and fastidious man.
She would ask him next time.
