Chapter 72 Lin Family
"Fuck!" I instantly felt my scalp tingling and my back going cold.
The big boss of the Lin family, Lin Yan’s father, is a legendary figure!
The reports on the Internet sounded fantastic: he started from scratch, had a sharp vision, and managed to carve out a path in the Internet wave from an ordinary college student to become a well-known figure in the financial circle.
The report said he had "a sharp gaze", "decisiveness in killing", and "a deep understanding of human nature"...
Listen! Listen! Is this a word used to describe a normal human being? Doesn't this look like a fox that has cultivated into a spirit?
I'm a rookie who just graduated and whose resume is not even warm yet. How can I sit at the same table with an old vixen of this level?
I'm afraid he can get my bank card password and how many times I wet the bed as a child in just a few words!
This isn't a meeting with the parents, it's clearly an interview with a "big boss" where the topic is "How to prove you are worthy of my son"!
"Your father... he is indeed the reincarnation of an old vixen," I said with a trembling voice, "but he... he wouldn't play tricks on people casually, right?" I didn't believe what I said.
Lin Yan was amused by me and pinched my face: "Don't worry, although my dad is smart, he won't bully a junior like you."
"Then why does he have to see me now?" My mind raced, "He must be considering me! To see if my 'land' is fertile enough to grow the 'golden seedling' of his Lin family! Otherwise, how can he be confident in handing over his precious son to me, a... um... potential stock?" I tried to flatter myself.
"Baby," Lin Yan sighed helplessly, "Based on what I know about him, he might have just... well, acted on impulse? Or maybe he suddenly thought, 'Oh, my son seems to have graduated and has a girlfriend. Let's call him over to come and see him'? It's that simple."
"On a whim?" I said, "You're kidding me!" "Then why wasn't he interested in it four years before? Why did he have to pick the time when I was fresh out of school and least confident?"
Lin Yan shrugged: "Weren't we busy before? And now we have more time."
I don't believe a word of it! My mind is already going crazy with the bloody drama:
Scene 1: In the Lin family mansion, Father Lin sits in a leather executive chair, his face expressionless as he hands out a check. His voice is icy: "Chen Rui, right? Here's five million. Leave my son."
(No, five million is too little. With inflation so rampant these days, why not add another zero?)
Scene 2: Father Lin slowly brews his Kung Fu tea, his eyes sharp as a knife: "Young man, what makes you think you can give Lin Yan a future? Relying on your meager salary after graduation? Or relying on your... uh, gaming level?"
"Wuwuwu Lin Yan..." The more I thought about it, the sadder I became. I threw myself into his arms and hugged his waist tightly. "I don't want to break up with you! Not even 50 million!"
Lin Yan was so amused by me that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He rubbed my hair to comfort me, "Little fool, what kind of melodramatic scripts are you filling your head with every day? How can there be so many dramas of check-slapping in real life?"
"How do you know there isn't one?" I raised my head, complaining angrily. "I'm under so much pressure! I feel even more nervous than when I went to a postgraduate entrance exam interview! And... and what gift should I bring to your house? If I buy something cheap, it'll look shabby, and if I buy something expensive, I can't afford it even if I break the bank! What good things hasn't your dad seen? He'd think I'd buy him a piece of gold!"
Lin Yan thought for a moment and pointed at the wine cabinet: "Look, that box of tea that our partner gave us last time, isn't it pretty good? Just take that."
My eyes widened. "Are you serious?! The tea is okay, but it's only worth a few thousand dollars at best? For your dad? This... this is even worth it?"
I feel like a country bumpkin carrying two eggs to pay tribute to the emperor.
"Don't worry," Lin Yan said confidently, "My dad really doesn't care about this. He values the thought and... well, the person more."
He paused and added, "Oh, by the way, everyone at home is probably quite complete now. Lin Heng should be back from vacation, as well as my dad, my stepmother, and her son."
I instantly felt the pressure increase: "Stepmother?! And her son?! Then...does stepmother have to prepare a gift too?" I felt my wallet wailing.
Lin Yan's expression faded a little: "She... probably won't say anything. Her family was very ordinary before."
There was no emotion in his tone, but when he mentioned his stepmother, he could still feel the subtle sense of alienation.
"No wonder Lin Heng always says she and his son are 'plotting something bad,'" I muttered quietly. "This relationship sounds complicated."
"Heh," Lin Yan chuckled, with a hint of inexplicable meaning, "Who knows what my dad is thinking? He has his reasons for every move he makes."
Then, I fell into a new cycle of anxiety, and I pulled Lin Yan to ask a bunch of random questions:
"What topics does your father like?"
"What kind of clothes should I wear? Too formal, I look like I'm selling insurance, too casual, I look like I'm taking out the trash downstairs..."
"What does your stepmother like? She can't possibly give her tea, too, right?"
"Where's her son? Uh, even though Lin Heng hates him, do I have to prepare a gift as well?"
"Is your house really big? Will I get lost?"
Lin Yan was so annoyed by me that he finally pushed me onto the sofa and blocked all my chatter with his mouth, mumbling: "...Don't think about it. I'm here to deal with any enemy that comes. If you ask again, I'll make you so happy that you won't have the energy to think about anything else..."
"...Lin Yan! You dog!" My last protest was drowned in the kiss.
Well, I have to meet this parent, so I’ll just leave it to fate!
For the next two days, I fell into a shopping frenzy caused by my "door-visiting phobia."
The tea for Lin Yan’s father has been ordered (although I’m still nervous), but the others can’t go empty-handed!
I pulled Lin Yan and rushed into the mall, starting the "money-giving boy" mode.
I picked out a silver necklace with a strong sense of design for Lin Heng (he spent a long time pointing and choosing in the video at the counter before he decided), bought a pair of expensive sneakers for his stepbrother whom I had never met (branded goods, so as not to lose face), and chose a fully functional massager for the mysterious stepmother (thinking that practicality is always a good thing)... The shopping bags filled the back seat.
Lin Yan, watching from the side, sucked his teeth and complained sourly, "Tsk, Boss Chen, you're so generous! I've never seen you spend so much money on anything for me. Last time I asked you to buy me a new game controller, you even harped on me about the price-performance ratio!"
I rolled my eyes at him and said, "How can that be the same? We're just friends! Just buy whatever you want. The card is with you, right?" I said with confidence.
Lin Yan started the car and shook his head. "Honestly, if Lin Heng knew you had prepared such a 'decent' gift for that mother and son, he would probably explode on the spot."
I was stunned for a moment, remembering the look of gritting his teeth when Lin Heng mentioned the mother and son, as if he wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible. I suddenly felt a little guilty: "... Not really? After all, we are visiting, so we should be polite. If I only bring it to your father and Lin Heng, and leave the mother and son there, wouldn't it make me look particularly ignorant? And it would also embarrass you, right?"
Lin Yan freed a hand and ruffled my hair, his tone filled with helplessness and pity: "Our Ruirui is just too kind-hearted and too particular about respectability... To be honest, even I don't take them too seriously."
He paused, his voice softening. "Even... even my dad's remarriage, I find it indescribably strange."
"Weird?" I pricked up my ears and smelled the secrets of a wealthy family.
"Yeah," Lin Yan said calmly, looking straight ahead. "I've seen that woman. She looks... well, very delicate. Her features... look about 70% like my mother's when she was young."
"What the hell?!" I was so shocked that I almost jumped up from the passenger seat, "Wanwan looks like you?! Stand-in literature reflected in reality?! Is your family so bloody?" The plot in the TV series instantly flooded into my mind.
Lin Yan was amused by my exaggerated reaction and twitched his lips: "They are just similar in appearance. Their temperaments are completely different. My mother is the kind of woman who is tough in her bones, like grass that can't be burned by wildfire. And she..."
He scoffed softly, "It's too deliberate, like a carefully nurtured dodder flower that could wither at any moment. So I always wonder if she used some underhanded means to gain entry into the Lin family. But looking at my father, I don't see him being that obsessed. It's more like... well, he's just placing a suitable object in the house."
I was stunned by what I heard. The amount of information was too much, and my CPU was a little overwhelmed. "No wonder Lin Heng was so angry... What about his son? Your stepbrother?"
The time when I sent Lin Heng home and the boy with gloomy eyes in the back seat of the taxi suddenly flashed through my mind.
"Him?" Lin Yan thought for a moment. "He's doing a good job on the surface. He seems to be an honest and hardworking kid. He doesn't talk much and is quite well behaved."
“No…that’s not the case!”
I subconsciously retorted, that dark look had left such a deep impression on me.
Lin Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at me: "Huh? What's not? Have you seen it?"
I quickly shook my head. "No, I haven't seen him face to face. Didn't Lin Heng always say that he had a scary look in his eyes, like a vicious dog?"
Lin Yan smiled indifferently: "Lin Heng, that brat, has always repelled them, mother and son. He dislikes everything about them, so his words must be exaggerated. You know how he speaks, he has no limit to insulting people."
Come to think of it, that's right. Lin Heng is a walking tsundere and a sharp-tongued launcher.
When I first met him, he looked like a lazy nobleman who looked at everyone like garbage. It was really intimidating and scary.
But after getting to know him, I found out that this guy is just a Samoyed in wolf's clothing!
Actually, he is very kind-hearted and particularly likes to "share happiness" - if he sees something delicious or fun and thinks it is good, he will have to buy a bunch and give it to his friends.
He has countless friends, and it is estimated that most of them were "captured" by his "forced" desire to share.
So, Lin Heng basically has two modes of dealing with people: the airy person who you don't bother to care about, and the "money-giving boy" who wants to give you his heart.
The person who could make him express such deep disgust and even a bit of fear in his hatred... That stepbrother might not be as simple as "honest on the surface" as Lin Yan said.
I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but seeing Lin Yan's expression that said "you're overthinking it", I didn't say anything more.
Never mind, maybe I'm overthinking it?
The grudges among wealthy families are nothing more than money and power. It's normal for Lin Heng to be wary of a brother from outside and fight for the family property, so his attitude is a bit bad, right?
Well, that must be it!
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