My Brother's Girlfriend [LingOrm]

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Guys the further chapters will happen after that 4 years,so have in mind they are already graduated and already working,thank you

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Orm's pov

The next day, I went to Ling's office to sign some papers, but I couldn't resist asking a question that had been on my mind.

"Mrs. Kwong, do you have other owners in the company?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "I mean, like a partner, a lover, or someone you're married to?"

Ling raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Are you trying to find out if I'm single?"

"No, never," I quickly replied, feeling a bit flustered.

"I'm not," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. "I'm dating Win. He's working in the other owner's section."

"Cool," I said, though my voice came out more bitter than I intended.

"And you?" she asked, turning the question back on me.

"I've got someone I love," I admitted, my heart heavy.

"That's good," she said, her voice softening. "But are you two together?"

"Actually, no," I confessed, my voice dropping. "I'm scared of rejection."

Ling looked at me thoughtfully before speaking. "If you really love the person, go for it."

Her words felt like a gentle push, giving me the approval I needed. "I will," I said, determination building inside me.

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Later, we had a meeting to discuss our future expectations. I strategically chose a seat beside Ling, eager to be close to her. As the meeting dragged on, I noticed Ling becoming impatient, her leg bouncing with anxiety. I hesitated for a moment, then subtly placed my hand on her thigh. Almost instantly, she stopped fidgeting, her body relaxing into the chair. I knew she'd give me a warning look, so I kept my eyes fixed on the financial section guy who was speaking, pretending not to notice her gaze burning into me.

After the meeting, Ling called me to her office.

"Sanithada, I've already told you—I'm dating someone," she said, her voice firm.

"What? Yes, I know," I replied, trying to sound innocent. "What's the problem?"

"Why did you do that?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"You mean putting my hand on your leg?" I asked, feigning confusion. "It was just to calm you down."

"Okay," she said, her tone serious. "But I'm asking you not to do it anymore. You are my employee, and this kind of relationship cannot happen."

"I totally agree," I said, nodding earnestly before leaving her office. As soon as I was out of sight, I headed straight to the bathroom, feeling the tears welling up. The moment the door closed behind me, the tears began to fall, and my sobs grew more desperate.

Just then, someone walked into the bathroom—a girl who looked like she could be a model. "Sorry," she said, quickly turning to leave, but I grabbed her arm.

"It's okay, come in," I said, wiping away my tears.

"Why are you crying?" she asked gently, her voice soft.

"Just something stressing me out," I said, forcing a weak smile.

"You don't need to tell me, okay? I'm View, by the way. We could be friends," she said, wrapping her arms around me in a comforting hug.

"Thanks, I'm Orm," I replied, feeling a little better.

"Orm? Your nametag says you're Earn Sanithada," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a complicated story," I said, giving her a small smile. "You can call me Orm, but at work, you have to call me Earn."

"Uhh, double life! Love it," she said with a grin, releasing me from the hug.

"Okay, new friend, I'm going back to work, okay?" I said, and she nodded, so I left the bathroom, heading back to my desk.

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That evening, I was at Becky and Freen's apartment, laughing and chatting about life and my new "double life" when someone knocked on the door.

"The pizza!" I shouted excitedly, jumping up to answer it. But when I opened the door, I froze. Standing there was Ling—not just Ling, but a very drunk Ling.

"Sanithada?" she slurred, her voice filled with hiccups.

"Orm, you got the piz—" Freen began, but then she saw Ling and stopped in her tracks.

"Why are you so drunk?" I asked, rushing to help her as she nearly fell. I gave her a piggyback ride to the living room, gently setting her down on the couch.

"What happened?" Becky asked as we entered.

"I don't know. She's super drunk," I answered, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

"I'm not—drunk, you are," Ling hiccuped, her words barely making sense.

"Yeah, sure, sweetie," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Okay, you two can go to the other room, please? I need to talk to our drunk bar elder here," Freen said, ushering Becky and me out of the room.

As we left, Becky and I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Why are you drunk again?" Freen asked.

"I met a girl like her," Ling mumbled, "and she's here."

"You mean Earn?" Freen asked, her tone curious.

"Mhm," Ling confirmed, sounding like a confused child.

"Okay, but why don't you give her a chance?"

"I don't know... she looks exactly like Orm," Ling said, her voice filled with doubt.

"What? No, that's ridiculous," Freen said, her tone almost suspicious.

Becky glanced at me, concern etched on her face. "Orm, it's better if you tell her the truth."

"Why?" I asked, feeling the weight of her words.

"Because she'll give Earn a chance, not you," Becky said gently.

"But what if she hates me?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Then maybe it's really time for you two to move on," she said softly, her words hitting me harder than I expected.

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The next day was a Saturday, and I was lazily sprawled out on my couch, wearing a pair of Ling's shorts that I'd "borrowed" four years ago and an oversized shirt. I was scrolling through movies, trying to decide what to watch, when my phone rang. Without checking the caller ID, I answered.

"Hmm?" I hummed, still focused on the TV.

"Can you get your ass out of your home and come to my office right now?!?" Ling practically yelled, her voice sharp.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, quickly slipping on my shoes and heading out the door.

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