Lin Family Dinner
Ling Yan looked at the phone that had been hung up on, and then the ring communication automatically reconnected:
"You've become quite capable."
Lin Zhihan was startled by the sudden sound around her neck, then took the ring off her neck and threw it away forcefully.
Suddenly, Ling Yan's holographic projection appeared in Lin Zhihan's bedroom.
Ling Yan sat in the driver's seat of the black Rolls-Royce, carrying breakfast in his hand, looking at Lin Zhihan with disdain.
His gaze and the sudden drop in pressure were no different from when he was actually in front of Lin Zhihan.
Lin Zhihan shuddered, wondering when technology had advanced to this level.
Then, the virtual image of Ling Yan in front of me spoke with a cold and stern expression:
"Zhihan, remember this: no matter what, this ring must never leave your side."
Then the image disappeared.
He was angry.
Lin Zhihan watched the figure disappear into the bedroom in an instant and came to this conclusion in a panic.
Why?
Just because she lost the ring he gave her.
Lin Zhihan struggled to get out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
As she brushed her teeth, she looked at her reflection in the mirror—a reflection that seemed both changed and unchanged—and curiously reached out to touch the mirror's surface with her fingertips.
"Huh? Isn't that her?"
Why do I seem to have gotten better looking?
Those almond-shaped eyes, rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, sexy collarbones, and a waistline that could be encircled with one hand...
For the first time, Lin Zhihan faced herself honestly and realized that she wasn't so bad after all.
Although she couldn't match the stunning beauty of Ling Yan, she was still a girl from a modest family—or rather, soon she would be considered a member of a wealthy family.
Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse.
And then there's the amazing makeup technology we have now.
A delicate girl like her can easily portray a pitiful and endearing image, much like Lin Daiyu.
Lin Zhihan even feigned weakness, her legs buckling slightly.
Then Ling Yan rushed up from behind and hugged her tightly.
"What's wrong?"
The young boy in the mirror looked concerned. His large hand, tightly gripping her waist, reminded Lin Zhihan of the strength she felt last night.
Lin Zhihan lowered her head shyly in the mirror, yet couldn't help but steal glances at Ling Yan's stunningly beautiful face, filled with both anxiety and concern.
How can a boy be so handsome?
Lin Zhihan was in Ling Yan's arms, but her hand reached out towards his cheek.
Ling Yan pressed Lin Zhihan's hand against his cheek, following her lead.
After carefully examining her for a while, he confirmed that Lin Zhihan was indeed alright.
After confirming this fact, Ling Yan's expression relaxed, and a playful smile appeared on his lips:
"What, are you smitten with your boyfriend again?"
"Should we..." Ling Yan leaned closer and whispered in Lin Zhihan's ear.
"You shameless person!" Lin Zhihan blushed and tried to pull her hand away.
Ling Yan lifted her up and placed her on the washstand. He squeezed in and lifted Lin Zhihan's chin with one hand.
Where did you put the ring?
Why does he still remember this?
Lin Zhihan turned her head away, avoiding Ling Yan's grip, and remained silent.
He glanced somewhat guiltily at the location of the trash can in the small living room.
Although there wasn't much trash inside, it was still called a trash can.
I was so caught up in my sulking that I didn't pick it up right away, thinking about how he should have yelled at me.
Ling Yan followed Lin Zhihan's gaze and looked out through the transparent glass wall towards the trash can next to the television.
Twist the muscles at the corners of your mouth:
"Zhihan, if I find out you're really missing, I will punish you."
Then, as if seeking evidence to justify punishing someone, the man released Lin Zhihan, strode over to the trash can in the small living room, and squatted down.
Lin Zhihan saw Ling Yan roll up his shirt sleeves, glance at her through the glass wall, and pick up the silver ring from the trash can.
Lin Zhihan quickly jumped off the sink and locked the bathroom door before Ling Yan could come in again.
Ling Yan was so angry at the girl's series of actions that he laughed.
One crime went unpunished, and now another has been added to the list.
"Open it for me!" Ling Yan shouted angrily from outside the bathroom door.
"I won't open it!" Lin Zhihan looked at her bare nightgown. She hadn't thought about it before, but now she felt that dressing like this to provoke Ling Yan was like a lamb entering a tiger's den.
"Are you going to open it or not?" Ling Yan turned the doorknob again.
"No!" The girl forced herself on him.
"I'm giving you one last chance." The two immature young lovers engaged in a tense struggle, one inside and one outside the door.
"I'm not stupid—"
The bathroom door opened from the outside the next second.
Ling Yan held the key in front of Lin Zhihan and smiled slightly.
That's the victor's determination to get their hands on the spoils.
Lin Zhihan stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a word for a long time:
"How did you get the key to my bathroom?"
"That's not important." Ling Yan tossed aside the keys in his hand, hoisted Lin Zhihan onto his shoulder, and strode out of the bathroom.
"Let me go!" Lin Zhihan struggled weakly and cried out on Ling Yan's shoulder.
Ling Yan slammed the girl onto her soft, pink and white bed.
Follow the long legs and step on.
"Don't come any closer!" Lin Zhihan quickly backed away, only to be pulled back by a pair of large hands.
……
Forty minutes later, Ling Yan was dressed neatly again, beaming with joy.
Looking at Lin Zhihan on the bed, she seemed drained of all energy, like a dead fish.
It's truly like heaven and hell at opposite ends of the spectrum.
Lin Zhihan opened her lifeless almond-shaped eyes and weakly accused, "Ling Yan, I hate you..."
Ling Yan no longer cared about Lin Zhihan's opinion of him. After getting ready, he sat back down on the bed and reached out to take Lin Zhihan's hand.
"Don't touch me." Lin Zhihan was grabbed by Ling Yan, still shaken.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you again." Ling Yan regained his gentleness, as if the beast from just moments ago was not him at all.
Lin Zhihan's voice trembled with tears: "You're lying! You always say that... Waaah, but every time you do it again... Waaah~"
Forgive Lin Zhihan, this shy girl, for she can hardly even recount the outrageous things Ling Yan did to her.
“Then I’ll stay here with you this morning. Actually, Zhihan,” Ling Yan said, his eyes full of smiles as he looked at Lin Zhihan.
Lin Zhihan perked up her ears, forgiving her for only being able to make these simple movements at the moment.
She really is...
She glared at Ling Yan, who was beaming with pride, with resentment.
Say what you want to say; apart from her five senses, she is now severely limited in her mobility.
To Ling Yan, that reproachful glance was no different from a flirtatious wink.
Ling Yan simply moved a little closer and helped the girl up from the bed, looking at her frail and boneless appearance.
The beast within Ling Yan began to stir again.
As perceptive as Lin Zhihan was, how could she not notice the change in the aura of the boy beside her? Her almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief, and she said in a panic:
"You just promised you wouldn't touch me again!" Good heavens, in less than three seconds, he was about to go back on his word!
Ling Yan coughed lightly: "Sorry, I lost my composure."
Lin Zhihan looked at the boy whose arms were still tightening around her, thinking, "Can't you at least be a little sincere in your apology?"
"Let go of my hand." Lin Zhihan was genuinely angry this time.
"I'll hold you and say it."
Lin Zhihan: ……
The helplessness of being powerless against overwhelming odds.
Lin Zhihan bit her lip lightly and said in a trembling voice:
Can I discuss something with you?
"Hmm." Ling Yan's hand was still unconsciously caressing the girl's waist.
Damn it.
"It hurts~"
Ling Yan's hand paused, and he looked up in surprise:
I hurt you again.
What a brilliant use of "again".
Lin Zhihan could only feign weakness and pretend to be dead.
"Hmm." If Lin Daiyu were here, she would probably have to admit defeat.
"Then I'll take you to the hospital now." The boy said, and started to carry Lin Zhihan to the hospital.
"Stop!" Lin Zhihan grabbed Ling Yan's large hand tightly and forcefully pried it off her waist.
"Three days! You can't force me for three more days!" Lin Zhihan held up three fingers, making her demand with unwavering conviction.
Ling Yan frowned and refused without hesitation:
"no."
"You..." When it comes to shamelessness, who can compare to you, the young master of the Ling family?
"Why?" Lin Zhihan suppressed the urge to faint from anger.
The whites of his eyes rolled back.
"I couldn't help it."
Goodness!
Lin Zhihan: !
Raise one finger,
Dot. Shake, dot.
Finally, as if convincing himself, he abruptly changed the subject:
What were you trying to say to me?
"Oh, my house is actually right in front of yours." Ling Yan pointed to the large cluster of row villas on Nanyang Road.
Lin Zhihan opened her mouth again.
I was so surprised that I didn't know what to say.
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