Song Wan's heart was pounding. She pressed her small hands against his firm chest and kept pushing him away.

But this weak and feeble movement seemed like a reluctant acceptance.

Lin Zhaojiang leaned in and kissed her red earlobe, feeling her small body tremble in his arms.

"Wanwan..." the man's low, husky voice whispered in her ear, "Is it alright?"

Song Wan closed her eyes, too nervous to speak.

Lin Zhaojiang smiled, taking her reaction as an admission.

However, just as he was about to launch a major offensive, the phone suddenly rang. The ringtone was particularly jarring in the large room, and it kept ringing relentlessly.

Song Wan gently opened her eyes, blushing as she looked at the phone on the table.

“Go answer the phone,” she said softly.

Lin Zhaojiang sighed and had no choice but to get off her.

The call was from my assistant.

Lin Zhaojiang was furious, and he answered the phone in a curt tone, saying in a deep voice, "What?!"

There was a pause on the other end, and a voice said in a low voice, "Mr. Lin, um..."

"Speak quickly if you have something to say!"

"Yes, it's about Song Huai." The assistant kept wiping his sweat. "Haven't you been telling me to keep an eye on him these past few days? I..."

"Wait a minute."

Lin Zhaojiang lowered his voice and walked onto the balcony. He didn't want Song Wan to hear any of this.

"Alright, go ahead and speak."

"Here's the thing, we followed him for a few days and found that Song Huai did nothing but drink and gamble. He lived a muddled life, and when he lost money gambling, he would go home and ask for money..."

Lin Zhaojiang's face darkened.

He wasn't surprised at all; Song Huai had always been this kind of person.

He drank, gambled, and even physically abused his sister. But when he was hospitalized, it was his sister who stepped forward and used her body to pay for his medical expenses.

Is such a brother really worth all the sacrifices Song Wan has made?

Lin Zhaojiang's hand gripping the phone tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.

"In addition, we discovered something else," the assistant continued, "Song Huai has met with Miss Nana."

"What?" Lin Zhaojiang was surprised. "You didn't see wrong, did you?"

"No, that won't happen," the assistant replied confidently. "It is indeed Miss Nana. Even if the person is mistaken, the license plate is not. That car belongs to the Lin family."

Lin Zhaojiang was momentarily stunned, and doubt filled his heart like a dark cloud.

How did those two end up meeting? What did they say to each other?

“Well…” the assistant paused for a moment, “During the time we were following Song Huai, we only discovered that the two of them met once, and that was on the street. Miss Nana stopped the car, and Song Huai went over to talk to her. The whole thing only lasted a minute or two, and because they were far apart, we couldn’t hear what they were saying…”

"Okay, I understand." Lin Zhaojiang said in a deep voice, "Continue to follow him and see if we can find anything else."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhaojiang fell into deep thought.

The "Miss Nana" mentioned by the assistant is Lin Na, the adopted daughter of the Lin family. She is from the fourth uncle's side; the fourth uncle and fourth aunt had no children of their own, so they adopted a girl.

Coincidentally, not long after adopting the girl, Fourth Aunt became pregnant. Afterwards, Fourth Uncle's lineage prospered, and they had their own sons and daughters. They gradually became indifferent to the adopted child.

In Lin Zhaojiang's memory, Lin Na's presence in the Lin family was not strong. She was not someone who liked to show off. She was always honest and quiet. She had excellent grades in school and worked for Zhonglin Group for a period of time after graduation. However, she was later schemed against and kicked out by her fourth uncle's biological children.

At the time, no one cared whether she was wronged or not. She was just an adopted daughter, and her family provided her with enough to eat and wear.

Linna, on the other hand, remained quiet and unassuming, never vying for anything.

Later, she became self-employed, working in several small companies, and at her best, she even reached the position of senior executive. But for some reason, she recently became unemployed again and is living a leisurely life at home.

If his assistant hadn't mentioned her today, Lin Zhaojiang would have almost forgotten about her.

He and Lin Na barely interacted. When they met at the family banquet, Lin Na simply called him "Big Brother" and then sat down to the side.

Lin Zhaojiang took a deep breath, rubbed his temples, and felt somewhat confused.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of gentle little hands reaching out to me.

He was taken aback, then turned around and met Song Wanru's star-like eyes.

She draped a coat over him and said softly, "It's still a bit chilly at night. Be careful not to catch a cold if you stand here in the wind."

Lin Zhaojiang glanced at her; she had already straightened her clothes, gave him an embarrassed look, and immediately turned and went back.

He smiled helplessly and sighed deeply.

I wonder how long this process will take...

A few days later, Lin Zhaojiang arrived at Xiao Liran's company.

The company has changed its signboard, with the words "SL Publishing Company" standing out prominently, and the front desk has also been completely renovated.

Lin Zhaojiang laughed, "Spending my money really doesn't bother you. The renovation is so nice, it must have cost a fortune, right?"

"President Lin, this is an investment!" Xiao Liran laughed. "At the end of the year, the dividends will be given to you as agreed. What do you mean by spending your money? Besides, how could I dare to spend your money? Your money is all for your little white rabbit!"

Lin Zhaojiang glanced at her, and then asked in a low voice, "How's Wanwan's writing going lately?"

"You're asking me? Aren't you two always inseparable?"

Lin Zhaojiang pouted.

Xiao Liran wasn't joking with him and said seriously, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"certainly."

“Okay,” she said. “Your little white rabbit isn’t one of those gifted individuals.”

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