Chapter 78
This is my newlywed wife, Cheng Sangluo.
In the quiet CEO's office.
At either end of the two desks pushed together, there are two completely opposite scenes.
Lin Jin, who has difficulty walking, simply sat in his office chair and held a video conference.
She was in a great mood, brighter than the sunshine outside the window, and the smile on her lips was harder to suppress than AK's, so she unusually refrained from nitpicking the company's management.
She seemed somewhat distracted. On the surface, she listened attentively to the executives' reports on their work, but in reality, she sat sideways in her chair, her arm resting on the armrest, her fingertips holding a coffee cup that partially obscured her face. Her gaze would occasionally drift towards the person across the table, with a hint of secret admiration.
She laughed; the puppy was very serious about everything it did—no, to be precise, it was meticulous.
On the other side of the table.
Cheng Sangluo didn't understand the business jargon, nor did she care how glorious Lin Jin's empire was; her attention was entirely focused on the small world at her fingertips.
Having not done seal carving for quite some time, my skills were rusty. In just one afternoon, the table was piled high with discarded materials, and I couldn't produce a single decent finished product.
In a fit of rage, she deftly took off her suit jacket, rolled up her shirt sleeves, and even untied her tie, letting it drape naturally over her shoulders.
Her expression was complex and funny, a mixture of unwavering seriousness and endearing puff-up from being so earnest.
"Alright, if there are no other issues to discuss, let's adjourn the meeting." Lin Jin took a small sip of coffee, gave a lazy greeting, and then ended the video conference.
Cheng Sangluo held her tongue for a long time, but when she heard the meeting was over, she could finally vent her frustrations. She launched into a tirade: "I just don't understand. You're a big boss worth hundreds of millions. Are you sure you trust me to engrave such an important signature? It's hard to imagine that your crooked name would appear on a contract worth tens of millions."
After listening to the puppy's complaints, Lin Jin rested his chin on his fingertips and gently stroked it. After a moment of silence, he teased, "That's why I asked you to carve twenty seals of different sizes and fonts. I'm giving you so many chances to make mistakes. If you still can't produce a single good product, tsk tsk tsk, I can only say you're no good."
"Hey, hey, hey, adults can't just say no!" Cheng Sangluo grabbed a small piece of scrap material and slammed it onto her table. "This kind of handicraft requires skill; you can't learn it in a short time. I've been serious enough."
"If you have time to talk nonsense with me, you might as well shut up and keep carving." Lin Jin picked up the small piece of wood, pressed it into the ink pad, found a piece of draft paper to stamp it, and the effect was far from satisfactory. It was impossible to tell whether it was a name or some kind of nonsense being carved.
She threw the lumber into the trash can beside her, saying disdainfully, "Here's a little advice: bosses never care how hard their employees work, they only care about whether the result is satisfactory. You're still a long way from perfecting this job."
"Yeah, a capitalist exploiter like you, how could you care about the suffering of others?" Cheng Sangluo rolled her eyes. For some reason, she was exchanging barbs with the crazy woman opposite her, and her hand was engraving the seal script strokes with unexpected ease.
She quickly called out, "Hey, hey, don't stop talking! I've noticed that when we're arguing and carving, the technique is really smooth. Don't stop, don't stop!"
Lin Jin suddenly felt like teasing the dog, so she deliberately asked in a coquettish voice, "How do you want to stop? Is it like in bed, where the dog cries and begs you to stop, but you won't listen?"
Upon hearing these embarrassing words, Cheng Sang got goosebumps all over, her cheeks flushed red, and her ears turned blushing as well.
Sure enough, this person was thin-skinned and couldn't resist a few words of teasing.
She dared not pause with the engraving knife in her hand, afraid that if she stopped, she would lose her feel for it. So she could only utter a string of words: "Hiss...you...you woman...why do you start making dirty jokes all of a sudden!"
"Why are you pretending to be innocent with me?" Lin Jin didn't shy away from it and launched another close-up attack. "I'm just teasing you with my words, I haven't touched you. You weren't this shy when you were messing with me. Besides, we're legally married now, so what's wrong with a little bit of teasing?"
With only two or three strokes left to complete the chapter, Cheng Sangluo took a deep breath and silently began carving the seal.
She finished carving the last vertical stroke of the character '锦' perfectly, then without saying a word, she slammed the carving knife on the table, walked angrily to Lin Jin, handed over the carved seal, and brought her face close to his.
She had intended to say something grand and righteous to criticize the crazy woman's unbridled tongue, but in the end, she couldn't utter a single word.
Lin Jin took the stamp from her hand, tested its effect on the draft paper, and finally showed a satisfied smile on her face, "Not bad, it's usable."
"Just passable?!" the puppy exclaimed, waving his finger in front of the crazy woman. "Look, look, my hands are practically calloused from all this stuff, and it's just barely usable?"
Lin Jin smiled, her eyes crinkling, and teased, "Are you trying to be cute with me?"
She picked up the puppy's hand and examined it closely. There was indeed some peeling skin on its index finger and thumb, along with a few knife marks that hadn't broken open.
She figured Cheng Sangluo was tough and wouldn't feel too bad for her. "Congratulations on getting one step closer to completing this task. There are still 19 left to hand in. Keep up the good work."
Cheng Sangluo didn't receive any decent praise, and suddenly became listless, leaning against the table without saying a word.
Lin Jin tilted her head and smiled at her disappointed little expression, then teased, "Do you want a compliment so much?"
"Who cares?" The man stubbornly refused, rolling down his rolled-up shirt sleeves and impatiently urging, "When are you getting off work? I'm starving, I want a seafood feast!"
Lin Jin had intended to give the puppy a reward kiss, but seeing its bad attitude, she gave up the idea and instead laughed, "Do you have some kind of obsession with seafood? Can't you live without eating it today?"
Cheng Sangluo does indeed have a strong craving for seafood, which stems from her childhood when she was neglected by her parents.
She was a native of Zhoushan, so eating seafood shouldn't be a strange thing for her. However, the Cheng family was poor, and it was already a struggle to support their good-for-nothing eldest son's extravagant lifestyle. They rarely saw any meat in their three daily meals, let alone seafood.
Cheng Sangluo's obsession began with a plate of stir-fried baby octopus with scallions. She couldn't remember which relative had sent the dried food, but she did remember that every time she reached out her chopsticks to pick up the dish that night, her mother would slap her hand away with the chopsticks.
"Go away, go away! This food is for your dad to eat with his drinks. And your brother is growing taller, come on, Xingxing, eat more."
It's funny, isn't it? In the end, this simple conversation all leaned towards the good-for-nothing brother. No one cared about her cravings, and no one cared about fairness.
Cheng Sangluo's mind was occupied by memories, her gaze at Lin Jin was somewhat unfocused, and her smile was also lonely.
Besides the dish she couldn't eat, what she vividly remembered was her mother's perfunctory scolding and the noise her father made while sipping his wine. What else could she possibly recall? Perhaps only that Cheng Xing held a full bowl of baby octopuses and refused to share a single one with her.
Lin Jin stopped smiling as she teased the puppy, seemingly understanding Cheng Sangluo's thoughts. She reached out and touched Cheng Sangluo's face. "Eat whatever you want. We want the best, the most expensive, and the freshest. And it has to be made fresh. I'll have Secretary Zhou arrange for a chef to come to our house."
"Never mind." Cheng Sangluo's bright eyes dimmed, and she pouted, "I suddenly don't feel like eating. Let's just grab something quick, or I'll cook for you when we get home."
"But we agreed to celebrate properly today." Lin Jin said with a low, mournful voice, and then pulled the little dog that was about to leave. "It's rare for you to be so generous. Even though it's a deduction from my salary, this kind of good opportunity is rare. I don't want to miss this chance."
"Ha, you're quite good at exploiting me, huh?" Cheng Sangluo's spirits had been low, but hearing the crazy woman's words, she perked up again: "All you know is how to suck my blood!"
Lin Jin nestled softly into the puppy's arms, kissed the nape of her neck, and teased with a mischievous smile, "I don't just want to suck your blood, I want to eat your flesh~"
Cheng Sangluo smiled wryly, her thoughts of pushing the crazy woman away lasting only a second, as the urge to kiss her took over.
She was helpless because Lin Jin was always so clingy, and she had become somewhat dependent on this closeness as their relationship deepened.
'Ding-ding-'
Just as the two were getting close to each other, a jarring cell phone ringtone interrupted their intimacy.
"Tsk." Lin Jin frowned and clicked his tongue impatiently.
Cheng Sangluo reached out her arm to help her reach the phone, and glanced at the caller ID. Seeing that it was Lin Sheng calling, she became even more eager to eavesdrop.
Lin Jin took the phone but didn't answer immediately. Instead, she patted the phone on her palm absently and asked with a smile, "Guess what he wants?"
"Who knows? Hurry up and answer." Cheng Sangluo pretended to be indifferent, but actually wanted to hear the content as soon as possible by urging her.
Lin Jin still didn't answer the phone, but instead tried to figure out what the other person was thinking. "If it's something trivial, I would have answered after it rang twice. If it keeps ringing like this, it means it's something that they have to find me about. I guess... maybe the old man has woken up and wants to see me."
"Since this phone keeps ringing, why are you still wasting your time?" Cheng Sangluo said impatiently, poking at the screen with her finger and answering the phone on her own initiative.
Lin Jin stared at her, then blinked, until she heard Lin Sheng's indifferent "Hey," at which point she revealed an enigmatic smile, "Speak."
Her attitude towards those she disliked was clear: she neither wasted words nor took the initiative.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Lin Sheng's deep voice came through again: "Father is awake. He wants to see you. It's up to him whether you come or not."
Cheng Sangluo could hear Lin Sheng's conversation, and her heart skipped a beat.
Don't let Lin Jin's wild and unpredictable behavior fool you; she's never let you down when it matters. She's incredibly insightful; what did she eat to grow up so smart? She's almost lawless!
Lin Jin nestled in the puppy's arms, her already confident tone becoming even sharper: "Was it because I didn't answer the phone for a while that you got the wrong idea? Too bad, you still heard my voice. I was just teasing you, and you don't even realize it. See you later~"
'Beep beep beep—'
As soon as Lin Jin finished speaking, all that came through the receiver was a cold busy tone, indicating that Lin Sheng was quite angry.
Cheng Sangluo nodded and looked at the crazy woman in his arms. He suddenly realized that when her eyes looked down, they gave people the illusion of being affectionate, but in reality, those eyes were the most cold and heartless.
At the same time, Cheng Sangluo also discovered that Lin Jin's predictive methods were very unique. She could not only guess what the other party was thinking, but also make quite accurate predictions, just like in this phone call just now.
She knew what was about to happen without answering the phone, so she deliberately delayed for a little while to create the illusion that Lin Sheng was secretly pleased, and then immediately and blatantly tore off the illusion, giving that person a rude awakening.
Ugh, what a tactic! It's infuriating!
*
The twilight today is not pleasing to the eye; thick, gray clouds block the setting sun, pressing low into the sky as if they might collapse onto the earth at any moment.
A black Bentley sped past on the winding mountain road leading to the health and wellness center.
Cheng Sangluo's driving posture exudes natural handsomeness, with one hand habitually holding the steering wheel and the other arm casually resting on the car window.
She deliberately lowered the glass so that Lin Jin, who had been silent, could breathe in the fresh mountain air, and so that they could both stay alert on the journey so that they could face the confrontation that was about to take place.
A cool breeze blew into the carriage, making her tie flutter and messing up the strands of hair at Lin Jin's temples.
Cheng Sangluo would occasionally steal a glance at the crazy woman beside her, feeling a little puzzled. This woman hadn't said a word since getting on the bus, and she wondered what she was thinking.
She hesitated, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something, but seeing that Lin Jin wasn't in the mood to respond, she had no choice but to obediently remain a mute driver.
After the car entered the underground parking garage of the health and wellness center, Cheng Sangluo found a good spot to park and then asked, "Is there anything I need to do in a bit?"
Lin Jin blinked slightly, as if pulled back from her wandering thoughts by the puppy's question. After a long pause, she finally said, "Just wait for me outside the ward without doing anything."
"It's that simple?" Cheng Sangluo raised her eyebrows incredulously, wondering, "Since we've already run into that bastard Lin Sheng, it wouldn't make sense not to tear him apart."
Cheng Sangluo's puzzlement was not without reason. Based on her understanding of Lin Jin, he would be vengeful to anyone who dared to disobey or provoke him. Why was he so uninterested at this crucial moment?
Lin Jin unbuckled his seatbelt, glanced at the puppy's changing expressions, and sneered, "How do you want to tear him apart? Lock him up and beat him up, or push him off the mountainside of Cuiping?"
Cheng Sangluo pouted: "Hey, I'm someone who's been tempered by time and reformed through labor, I don't do illegal or criminal things."
After saying that, she quickly got out of the car, retrieved the wheelchair, helped Lin Jin sit down, and slowly walked into the elevator.
When they reached the next floor, Lin Jin quietly squeezed the puppy's paw and instructed, "I'll talk to my father alone later. You sit on the bench outside and wait for me. I have only one request: don't pay attention to anything Lin Sheng says to you. He's a master at manipulating people with words, and I'm worried he might try to exploit your weaknesses. Make sure you control your emotions and don't fall into his trap."
Cheng Sangluo pondered Lin Jin's instructions, wondering why she was so certain that Lin Sheng would contact her. But thinking that the crazy woman was always right, she obediently nodded, "Okay, I will listen to you."
It was rare to see the puppy so obedient, so Lin Jin smiled gently, took her hand and kissed it, saying in a doting tone, "You're a good girl."
As Cheng Sangluo saw that the elevator was almost there, he quickly leaned down and whispered a gentle kiss into her ear. "I'll be guarding the door. If anything happens, just grab something and smash it on the ground. I'll rush in as soon as I hear the noise. Don't be afraid."
Having had enough of Lin Sheng's clumsy methods, she dared not let her guard down, which is why she came up with a temporary solution to deal with the emergency.
"Silly, this is my territory." Lin Jin laughed even more happily, partly because she found the puppy both awkward and thoughtful, and partly because she found its cautious manner adorable. She was quite pleased with this worry that was uniquely hers.
Cheng Sangluo pushed Lin Jin out of the elevator. The corridor on the floor was bright and spacious. Because it was a high-end private sanatorium, there were not many people to be seen in such a place.
Cheng Sangluo looked around and saw two figures standing at the other end of the corridor. In addition, there were two burly men in suits, who must be Lin Sheng's bodyguards.
As they approached, the person who broke the silence was a middle-aged woman sitting in a chair.
Cheng Sangluo didn't recognize Ruan Jinxian, but she could tell from her appearance that she was Lin Sheng's mother.
"You still know to come?" Ruan Jinxian's eyes were red and swollen, indicating that she had cried a lot these past few days. "From the time your father was rushed into the operating room for emergency treatment until now, you have only come to see him once. Even if there are old grudges, you shouldn't throw a tantrum at a time like this!"
Her complaints were weak and feeble, but every word she uttered was a accusation of Lin Jin's filial impiety. She even pretended to wipe her moist eyes with a handkerchief.
Lin Sheng put his arm around his mother's shoulder, patted her comfortingly, and said insincerely, "Mom, let's say less. Some people will never understand well-intentioned advice."
Lin Jin rested his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, leaning back lazily. After watching the mother and son's hypocritical performance, he finally smiled with amusement and bluntly said, "There are only a few of us Lin family members in this corridor. Aren't you tired of putting on this act?"
Ruan Jinxian was speechless for a moment after being mocked by Lin Jin's nasty ridicule.
Lin Jin turned her gaze to Lin Sheng and gestured, "What are you standing there for? Are you going to keep Father waiting any longer? You really have no sense of propriety. Hurry up and push me inside!"
Lin Sheng tried his best to suppress his temper, which was on the verge of exploding. After all, he still had to maintain appearances and couldn't afford to break off relations in front of his father. So he had to pretend to be a gentleman and walk up to Cheng Sangluo.
He glanced at Cheng Sangluo with disdain, his emotions filled with resentment. He must have hated this retired soldier who had suddenly appeared and ruined his plans and good deeds.
Cheng Sangluo's eyes held a fierce glint, like a wolf's, as if covered by a layer of ice, chillingly cold.
That hypocritical face was etched deep in her memory, an unforgettable image that haunted her countless nightmares in the middle of the night.
Cheng Sangluo chuckled inwardly. This unexpected success, achieved by leveraging Lin Jin's influence, had proceeded methodically to this day, finally reaching Lin Sheng. Sending this man to prison might not be too far off.
Lin Sheng's gaze did not linger on Cheng Sangluo for long before he turned and pushed Lin Jin toward the ward, saying, "Of course I'm happy to serve my sister."
The two walked through the crowd to the door of the ward.
Lin Sheng knocked on the door, and while waiting for a response, he gritted his teeth and hissed, "One failure doesn't mean you'll fail next time."
"The taste of failure isn't pleasant, is it?" Lin Jin smiled confidently, raising the corners of her eyes. "You didn't expect this either, did you? It's so hard to kill me, so hard to transfer the old man to another hospital, and even when the old man wakes up, he has to hold on to his last breath and wait for me. Everything is beyond your expectations."
"Whether you live or die, or whether the old man lives or dies, it doesn't matter much anymore. Everything was beyond your expectations." Lin Sheng arrogantly raised his chin, pushed open the door, and led Lin Jin directly to his father's bedside.
Lin Zhen narrowly escaped death, nearly losing half his life, and is now almost in a semi-autonomous breathing state.
His face was sallow and he was so thin that he was almost unrecognizable. He was leaning against the thin layer of the hospital bed. He only slowly opened his eyes when he heard the movement beside him.
He slightly raised his hand, gesturing for his son to leave.
Lin Sheng wanted to offer a few perfunctory greetings, but the old man's glare silenced him, so he could only turn and leave in silence.
After all, they were father and daughter, and their wariness was an unspoken understanding. It wasn't until they heard the door close that they began this lengthy conversation.
Lin Jin propped herself up with her hands and slowly moved to sit down by the hospital bed.
She didn't intend to get into the conversation quickly, but instead tilted her head and quietly admired her father, who was like a flickering candle. His deep eyes were calm at first, but after a long gaze, they gradually began to stir with waves of emotion, a mixture of amusement, arrogance, and malice, one wave after another.
After appreciating it thoroughly, she lowered her voice and started the conversation: "You're finally nearing the end. Do you have any regrets? Tell me."
Lin Zhen raised his weak, limp arm and peeled it off his face several times before finally managing to remove the oxygen mask. "Xiao Jin..."
His voice was hoarse, and even calling out Lin Jin's nickname sounded particularly difficult, as if he had inhaled all the oxygen and was panting heavily.
Lin Jin didn't bother to reply, pursed her lips, and waited for her father to continue.
Lin Zhen was struggling to breathe and could only gasp for air through his oxygen mask before slowly saying, "Actually... I've always known... what you're trying to do..."
Lin Jin wasn't surprised by her father's private investigation of her, and scoffed, "So what if you know? You couldn't stop me from the beginning. Otherwise, someone as self-serving as you would have already taken action against me, wouldn't you?"
"The will has been notarized... I haven't left you a single penny of the Lin Group's shares... the Lin family's assets... including all trusts... fixed assets..."
Upon hearing the contents of her father's will, Lin Jin finally understood why Lin Sheng had been so confident in confronting her before she entered the house.
These assets worth billions are just icing on the cake for her; whether they belong to her or not is of little real significance. The only thing she finds infuriating is that useless mother and son.
But for some reason, even the usually strong-willed Lin Jin felt a great sadness when she heard her father's words.
The saddest thing was that she didn't leave you a single penny. She had no illusions about this heavy inheritance, but that doesn't mean she didn't yearn for her father's love.
Lin Jin's emotions were complicated. She was both relieved that Lin Zhen's actions made her hate him to the end, and also mocking herself for still hoping that her father would treat her better at the last minute.
She suppressed the intense lump in her throat, her brow furrowing uncontrollably. After a long pause to compose herself, she finally managed a nonchalant smile: "So, what are you trying to say? Are you trying to provoke your rebellious daughter one last time? Unfortunately, this arrangement was exactly what I expected."
Hearing his daughter's calm response, Lin Zhen forced a smile, his shoulders trembling. "You... you just can't seem to learn to be gentle... other people's children... they'd go to great lengths to acquire some wealth for themselves... but you just don't want anything... you don't ask for anything... which makes me feel so empty..."
"Don't overestimate me, I have things I want too." Lin Jin propped himself up and laughed loudly, but the laughter was shrill and abruptly stopped.
She suddenly turned her head to look at her father with a blank expression, as if the smile she had just given was an illusion. "I want your family of three to be destroyed. Once you are dead, the good days for that pair of ghostly mother and son will be over."
"Heh...of course I know...I can't protect them..." Lin Zhen genuinely admired this daughter who never relied on him, and suddenly changed the subject: "Do you remember what I told you when you came to see me last time?"
Lin Jin thought about their last conversation and guessed that her father had another purpose in calling her here today, so she simply replied, "Are you going to talk about the topic of 'poisonous breeding' education?"
“You’re smart…smart from childhood to adulthood…cough cough…cough cough…” Lin Zhen clutched his oxygen mask as if he were coughing his lungs out, taking a long time to catch his breath. “Cough…cough…I handed Lin Shi over to Lin Sheng…because he’s always been the one managing the company…rather than having the shares dispersed and causing infighting between you siblings…it’s better for him to have absolute power…this is my expectation as a father…that I’ve cultivated in him since childhood…hoping to see him stand on his own…you’re different…”
Lin Jin raised an eyebrow, signaling Lin Zhen to continue his high-sounding words, "What you've said has piqued my curiosity. In your eyes, what role do I play?"
"I know... even if your brother inherits the entire family fortune... he still can't beat you... I only want the child who wins the final victory... so I've prepared a big gift for you... this gift carries risks... you're in the business of capital... you should know the principle that the greater the risk, the greater the reward..."
If Senyao Capital's annual net profit exceeds Lin's Group's by 10% within one year, you will acquire 90% of my shares. If you fail, you will lose 50% of Senyao Capital's controlling stake. This is the performance-based agreement.
Even though I've notarized my will... it won't affect this betting agreement... as long as you dare to sign it, it's valid... it's just a matter of whether you dare to..."
After Lin Zhen finished explaining his true purpose, he was almost on his deathbed. He pointed to the drawer of the bedside table, indicating that the betting agreement was inside.
She paused for a moment, then let out a helpless yet resigned laugh: "Lin Zhen, Lin Zhen, you're about to die and you're still thinking about tormenting your son and daughter. For your obsession with the idea that everyone's fate is the same, you've put on this kind of 'poisonous insect' education."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jin took out the agreement from the drawer.
After carefully reviewing the contents, she smiled with even greater satisfaction. "Do you think you're engaging in some kind of sibling rivalry? Let me put it this way: once I sign this performance-based agreement, within a year, the controlling stake in the Lin Group will be merged into the Senyao Group, and your beloved son and wife will be kicked out by me. You think you're protecting them and controlling me with this performance-based agreement? In fact, this gift is exactly what I wanted to hear. Want to know why?"
Lin Jin was good at whetting people's appetites, which made her terminally ill father stare wide-eyed.
Lin Zhen opened his mouth, wanting to ask for the reason.
“I’ll tell you this when I burn paper money for you on the anniversary of your death next year. Oh, by the way…” Lin Jin interrupted him, not giving him a chance to speak, and suddenly whispered in his ear, “You don’t have much time left. Can you answer one question for me and grant me one wish? This question has troubled me for too many years. Tell me, were you involved in Mother’s fall off the cliff?”
Lin Jin stared intently into her father's eyes. When she saw the fleeting look in his eyes, she smiled knowingly: "I've always wanted to pull out your oxygen tube myself and let you slowly suffocate to death. Unfortunately, I'm a law-abiding citizen and can't have my way. So I'll use some other means to make you suffer a short, sharp pain instead of a long, drawn-out one, so you can enjoy the rest of your life. After all, you won't see tomorrow's sun."
After speaking, Lin Jin glanced at the betting agreement in his hand. This contract was too important to be seen by Lin Sheng.
On a sudden impulse, she picked up the ceramic cup from the bedside table and smashed it hard on the floor.
This conversation nearly killed Lin Zhen. He no longer had the strength to say goodbye to his daughter and seemed to have accepted the fact that he wouldn't live tonight.
The door was kicked open with a bang.
Those burly bodyguards couldn't stop the agile Cheng Sangluo.
Lin Jin placed the agreement on the wheelchair, sat down, and smiled at the dog that was running towards him: "Let's go, let's go have a seafood feast."
"Oh, right, I forgot to share some good news with you." She turned back to the panting Lin Zhen and introduced her, "This is my newlywed wife, Cheng Sangluo. We got our marriage certificate today. Just join in the celebration; weddings and funerals are both happy occasions, aren't they?"
[Author's Note]
1. The big, fat chapter I promised everyone is here!
2. Although this story is not very popular, I still want to maintain quality and quantity. I will probably do a full revision after it is finished.
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4. I'm planning to start another story in the same genre, titled "The Mad Beauty's Dog Taming Manual." I don't know if you'll like it, but please bookmark it if you do!
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