Chapter 48. Before Lin Zhao entered the villa area, it was indeed...
Before entering the villa area, Lin Zhao did indeed tell the man her card PIN.
The man held Lin Zhao's card in his hand and watched her enter the villa.
He sent a message to say that he had completed his task.
I quickly received the final payment via mobile phone.
Just as the man was about to drive away, the bodyguards immediately stepped forward and surrounded him.
The bodyguards looked grim, and their displeasure deepened when they saw the man who had abducted their master right before their eyes.
But before the man could make a move...
The man then noticed a black sedan approaching from behind the bodyguard.
The car stopped, and a man in a suit got out of the driver's seat.
Her gaze was icy as she looked at the man: "Didn't you even bother to check whose Fu family they are now when you took the old lady's order?"
Fu Yansheng glanced at the man and naturally noticed that the bank card in the man's hand belonged to Lin Zhao. Without stopping, he went straight into the villa and said, "Give me back the young master's card."
The bodyguards will handle the rest.
Upon hearing this, the man's expression turned slightly cold, and his brows furrowed with annoyance. He found the bodyguards troublesome, but they were within his control.
As soon as Lin Zhao entered the villa, someone led him to the study.
There was only one computer in the study, and it was used by the Fu family's matriarch.
Lin Zhao sat on the sofa without any politeness, staring at the old lady on the computer screen, showing no regard for her whatsoever.
The old lady had met Lin Zhao before, and Lin Zhao's last words had already made her very unhappy with him.
"Lin Zhao, you're really hard to get a hold of."
The old lady pretended to be as dignified as ever, as if nothing had happened.
"Grandma, please speak frankly, otherwise I think you might not be able to say it later."
Lin Zhao did not explain.
Upon hearing this, the old lady was so angry that her heart skipped a beat.
Just as the old lady recovered and was about to speak, the study door opened.
Lin Zhao glanced at Fu Yansheng, who had just walked in.
Suddenly laughing, the old lady glanced at the computer screen in disbelief and said softly, "It seems Brother Fu is even faster than I thought."
Fu Yansheng smiled helplessly upon hearing Lin Zhao's words.
But when he saw the computer, the smile on his face faded, and Fu Yansheng stepped forward: "Since you are so eager to get involved in the Fu family's affairs even abroad, then that's fine, you can take care of a few of the side branches at your leisure."
Fu Yansheng's tone was sarcastic.
Lin Zhao wanted to see the old lady's expression, but found that Fu Yansheng didn't tolerate the old lady at all and directly shut down the computer.
Standing outside the study was the butler who had brought Lin Zhao up.
Fu Yansheng glanced at him, not taking him seriously: "The Fu family now is not the old lady's Fu family. If you want to continue to listen to the old lady, then go abroad with her."
The butler lowered his head, not daring to speak.
"It's my fault for not resolving all the issues concerning the Fu family properly," Fu Yansheng said softly to Lin Zhao beside him.
Lin Zhao turned her head and saw the serious look in Fu Yansheng's eyes. She frowned slightly and said, "This has nothing to do with you, Brother Fu."
The old lady and Fu Yansheng had a casual relationship, so if she wanted to target Fu Yansheng, she would naturally turn to Lin Zhao.
Lin Zhao still doesn't know what the old lady is trying to say to him.
Lin Zhao was somewhat puzzled by this.
He frowned slightly.
The old lady went to great lengths to bring him here; it shouldn't have been just to annoy him.
Perhaps it was because the old lady hadn't expected Fu Yansheng to arrive so quickly, so she hadn't been able to say the most crucial words.
Lin Zhao was curious about what the old lady wanted to say.
Out of curiosity, he asked directly, "The old lady went to all this trouble to bring me here, surely it wasn't just to see me?"
Lin Zhao spoke softly, her gaze falling on Fu Yansheng beside her.
Is he trying to use himself to blackmail the person in front of him?
Lin Zhao chuckled to herself as she thought about it.
In Fu Yansheng's eyes, he was just a friend. How could he possibly blackmail Fu Yansheng in front of him?
I must have misunderstood.
"Probably because he couldn't find me, he thought of finding you, taking a desperate gamble." Fu Yansheng straightened Lin Zhao's clothes.
The villa's housekeeper probably knew that Fu Yansheng only had Lin Zhao as a public friend, and the closeness of their relationship was self-evident.
Naturally, they dared not do anything to Lin Zhao.
On the way here, I was threatened by that man, but nothing else happened.
When Lin Zhao went outside, he only saw that Fu Yansheng's bodyguard had injuries on his face, but the man who had brought him there was nowhere to be seen.
Lin Zhao raised an eyebrow, not expecting that the man to be so powerful.
He managed to escape unscathed from Fu Yansheng's bodyguards.
"I gave him a bank card, and I still have to report it lost." Lin Zhao shrugged lightly.
Two hundred million!
Lin Zhao wouldn't give it away so easily.
That was a painting he created!
Fu Yansheng felt even more helpless upon hearing this, but when his gaze fell on the bodyguard in front of him, it carried a hint of sharpness, and his tone was slightly cold, as if he were delivering a judgment: "Useless."
The bodyguards lowered their heads even further, not daring to look at their master.
Lin Zhao tugged at Fu Yansheng's sleeve: "That person is very powerful. There is a knife mark on his tiger's mouth. He should not be an ordinary person. Brother Fu, there is no need to be too harsh on your subordinates."
Fu Yansheng always felt that Lin Zhao was more soft-hearted than him, and soft-hearted people are more easily hurt.
Moreover, Lin Zhao always treated others too well, forgetting that she herself was the victim.
This is how it is in front of Lin Xian, and it's the same in front of these bodyguards who take money but can't get anything done.
While such a personality is good, it also makes one too easily hurt.
It's all too easy to shift your gaze from him to the people in front of you.
These are insignificant people.
"Zhaozhao," Fu Yansheng sighed softly, "you're always like this."
Lin Zhao subconsciously looked up, her innocent eyes fixed on the man.
Fu Yansheng gently reached out and placed his hand on Lin Zhao's face, covering Lin Zhao's eyes.
His eyelashes trembled slightly in his palm, revealing the helplessness of his subordinates, but Lin Zhao was very obedient, remaining motionless and letting him do as he pleased.
There was absolutely no intention of resistance.
It was as if he could control Lin Zhao with just one hand.
Lin Zhao trusted herself completely.
Even though... even though he had done so much, Lin Zhao still believed in him again and again.
The hand on her face was moved away, and light returned to her eyes. Lin Zhao trembled slightly, somewhat unaccustomed to the light, and subconsciously reached out to grab the person in front of her.
His eyes blinked slightly.
"Zhao Zhao trusts me that much?" Fu Yansheng chuckled.
Lin Zhao pursed her lips: "Because I believe Brother Fu would never harm me."
But Lin Zhao didn't know that although Fu Yansheng wouldn't harm her, he wanted to keep Lin Zhao trapped by his side forever.
"I'll handle things with the old lady. You continue preparing your painting for the competition."
Fu Yansheng knew that Lin Zhao had been very busy lately, and even when she visited your home, she had to make time for it.
Lin Xian has been receiving a lot of attention in the financial world for a long time now, after all, no one would be unwilling to support someone that the Fu Group is interested in.
Besides, Lin Xian himself is quite capable, and at such a young age he is already on par with his older brother.
If it weren't for his elder brother's greater seniority, the position of head of the Lin family company might still be uncertain.
The higher Lin Xian stood, the less tactful he became...
Occasionally, if anyone else mentioned Lin Zhao in front of him, Lin Xian's expression would turn cold.
Perhaps because he had more and more power, Lin Xian felt that he had more leverage to compete with Lin Zhao.
In his eyes, Lin Zhao was no match for him in the financial world.
But the people around them still keep comparing them.
When I learned that Lin Zhao had started painting again and even signed up for competitions.
Lin Xian breathed a sigh of relief, but then realized that he had relaxed and felt that he might have been too nervous about Lin Zhao.
In Lin Xian's view, Lin Zhao herself had no talent for finance.
Even with his high artistic achievements, he couldn't help the Lin family much.
Moreover, even if Lin Zhao has unique insights into finance, he may not be inferior to Lin Zhao.
I breathed a sigh of relief, which is to say...
Lin Xian regarded Lin Zhao as his greatest enemy, but now this enemy has retreated without a fight.
Lin Xian's feelings were complicated.
He repeatedly compared himself to Lin Zhao.
In the end, however, I realized that I had compared myself to the wrong person.
Lin Zhao won awards in the first few competitions, which boosted her confidence. She then took her new paintings to competitions with greater reputation.
Among the names of emerging artists, Lin Zhao's name burst into the public eye like a dark horse.
It powerfully attracts everyone's attention with its bold colors and unique style.
There are quite a few people in the second generation who pay attention to the art world, and when they discovered that Lin Zhao had started to pick up her paintbrush again, many people showed their support.
Many people sent WeChat messages to Lin Zhao, but none of them received a reply.
This had been going on for a long time, but eventually someone was unwilling to give up and tried to get Lin Zhao's reply again under the guise of painting.
What these people didn't know was that Lin Zhao's phone rang constantly every day.
The reply was handed over to Fu Yansheng early on.
He simply changed his phone number, ending it all.
Fu Yansheng, who had obtained Lin Zhao's WeChat, gritted his teeth as he read the messages sent by those people every day.
But he didn't reply to a single word, just watched as the other side went crazy.
If he happened to see a few outrageous remarks, he would have Assistant Fan step in and suppress them in the name of the Fu Group. If the elders in that family asked, Assistant Fan would tell the truth.
As a result, those second-generation rich kids were either sent abroad by their families to participate in projects or forced into the company and had no time to send messages to Lin Zhao.
In any case, Lin Zhao's WeChat messages have decreased significantly.
Lin Zhao, who was preparing for an important competition, was completely unaware of this.
While the internet has no memory, it can store many things that have happened in the past, and with just a slight mention, they will start to ferment and spread again.
A comment quietly appeared under a post.
"Recently, an artist's name sounds a lot like the fake young master from the 'True and False Young Masters' story in the Lin family! Speaking of which, the real young master didn't seem to make much of a splash afterward. Could this fake young master be trying to launder money by entering the art world?"
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