☆, Irresponsible Side Story. Modern Era

Lately, Lin Qiang has been having strange dreams, which he can't quite remember after waking up, causing him to have trouble sleeping for several days. In addition, he's been quite busy lately, leaving him feeling mentally exhausted.

"President, we've arrived."

"Um."

Assistant Cheng respectfully opened the car door. The handsome man in the back seat responded with a slightly nasal tone, his refined face still showing a hint of drowsiness.

He leaned back slightly, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, and raised his long, fair hand to rub his temples. Then he bent down to get out of the car, straightened his impeccably tailored silver suit, and put on a standard smile, looking like an elegant gentleman who had stepped out of a medieval oil painting, gentle and reserved.

"President..." Assistant Cheng said with some concern, "You haven't had a proper rest these past few days, so please don't drink tonight."

"I know what I'm doing." Lin Qiang smiled slightly, patted his shoulder, and then walked towards the noisy banquet.

"President Lin."

"President Lin is here!"

Upon entering the center of the banquet, he picked up a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray, nodded, and raised his glass in response to those who greeted him.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out from the side: "Long time no see, Mr. Lin. Where have you been making your fortune lately?"

I turned my head and took a look.

Sure enough, it was Zhao Yide's disgusting face.

Lin Qiang's smile remained unchanged. He ignored him and walked to the other side.

"President Lin, don't go!" Zhao Yide blocked his way with a mocking tone: "Did you know the Yuan family's daughter is back in the country? Tsk tsk, no matter what, you were once engaged. Even though you broke up, you should still have some old feelings, right? She didn't even say goodbye to you before coming back?"

Even though he knew Zhao Yide was deliberately trying to annoy him, Lin Qiang couldn't help but feel a little unsettled.

"Mr. Zhao is quite well-informed," he said with a smile.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yide immediately swarmed over like flies finding a crack, and said with a smile, "That's right. Although the Yuan family has declined now, it was once glorious, wasn't it? It's just that the Yuan family isn't as lucky as your Lin family. They don't have an heir like you who can turn the tide. They can only end up as drowning dogs."

"Back then, when your family ran into trouble, the Yuan family immediately broke off the engagement and kicked you while you were down. Now that they're bankrupt, they still want to cling to the Song family to get back on their feet. They're really opportunistic. Tsk tsk, President Lin, I really feel sorry for you! I heard that the Yuan family's daughter came back this time to arrange a marriage with the Song family."

"However, a plucked phoenix is ​​no better than a chicken, so how could the Song family be... Hey, Mr. Lin, don't go! I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Watching Lin Qiang's tall and slender back, Zhao Yide looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then spat out a curse, a malicious glint in his eyes.

"You arrogant brat! Don't fall into my hands!"

The lively banquet was all the same: a group of strangers pretending to be familiar with each other, exchanging empty pleasantries and perfunctory exchanges. After meeting the business partner he wanted to see, Lin Qiang got straight to the point, finished the meeting, and left early.

Whether it was because he was too tired lately or because of the news he had just heard, he was somewhat unsettled.

As soon as he got in the car, he leaned back wearily, his sharply defined jawline forming an elegant curve: "Xiao Cheng, let's go back to the company."

"But Mr. President, your health..."

"I'm fine."

Assistant Cheng hesitated for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "Alright then." He then told the driver, "To the company."

A black sedan sped down the road. Lin Qiang leaned against the window, the neon lights of the night dancing on his face with the car's shadow, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Eight years ago, when he was 18, he got engaged to Yuan Qiong, who was 19.

At that time, both the Lin and Yuan families were prominent figures in H City, and they were considered a good match in terms of social standing and mutual benefits.

Lin Qiang fell in love with his fiancée at first sight. She was petite and soft, with a proud look on her face, and incredibly endearing. He liked her at first sight?

There's one thing: every time they meet, Yuan Qiong calls him "little brother" this and "little brother" that, which makes Lin Qiang particularly unhappy.

"Can you please stop calling me 'little brother' all the time? He's only a year older than me!"

The main problem is that he's 1.85 meters tall, and she's only 1.6 meters! She looks so small and delicate, and she calls him "little brother" every day. What guy could resist that?

At this point, Yuan Qiong would always stand on tiptoe to pinch his cheek, and retort with a smile, "Being a year older is still being older! I don't care, you have to call me 'sister' from now on."

Don't even think about it!

With her tiny arms and legs, he could easily lift two of them with one hand!

At the time, they weren't attending universities in the same city. When Lin Qiang heard that Yuan Qiong had been voted the school beauty by the students at his university, he was completely devastated!

That's his wife! His wife! How can he let those people judge her like that?! And how many rivals would that create for him!

In order to nip the threat in the bud, Lin Qiang rented an apartment near Yuan Qiong's school and flew over to stay there every Saturday and Sunday. He also insisted on taking her to stroll around the campus every week, striving to announce to the entire school: Your school beauty is mine! My wife!

"How childish are you?!" Yuan Qiong wished she could disappear into the ground just thinking about the mischievous looks her classmates gave her!

“You’ve already called me ‘little brother,’ so why can’t I be childish? Otherwise, you can call me ‘brother’ from now on. If you call me ‘brother,’ I’ll consider not being so childish.”

Lin Qiang, born in 1980, is still quite arrogant, and his temper is so bad that it's impossible to appease him.

"Besides, what's wrong with me walking my wife?! Is it illegal for me to walk my wife around her school?!"

"...Say it again, who's walking whom?!"

Yuan Qiong's little fists clenched so tightly they cracked, as if she were about to pounce on him like a hungry wolf if he repeated himself. But Lin Qiang only had one thought: My wife is so cute and fierce! So soft! So adorable! I want to kiss her!

And just like that, the fake Yuan Qiong was pounced on by the real Lin Qiang. He pinned her behind a thick pine tree on campus and kissed her until Yuan Qiong's legs went weak and her back went limp, unable to walk.

Well, after all, I was young and impetuous, full of energy.

Back then, everyone knew that Yuan Qiong and Lin Qiang were a couple. Whenever the two were together, even the air felt sweet.

Until the Lin family went bankrupt.

Lin's father jumped off a building, and Lin's mother committed suicide. The Yuan family broke off the engagement.

For Lin Qiang, it was all like a nightmare, coming unexpectedly.