Chapter 77 Misunderstanding
The car quickly returned to the Su family manor. Su Jiaojiao said goodbye to Lin Xingche and turned to walk into the manor. However, she didn't notice that at the moment she turned around, Lin Xingche's phone rang. It was a message from his friend saying that the photos of him bringing his girlfriend to meet his parents were already circulating wildly in their circle.
Lin Xingche looked at the message, a sly smile flashing in his amber eyes. He didn't tell Su Jiaojiao about it, but instead put his phone in his pocket, humming a little tune as he left.
At this moment, Lu Jinyuan was presiding over a meeting in the company's conference room. He was wearing a black, bespoke suit, exuding a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay. His cold eyes and authoritative tone made the executives present afraid to even breathe.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated.
It was a message from my assistant, along with a photo.
In the photo, Lin Xingche is gently peeling shrimp for Su Jiaojiao, and the two are smiling at each other, creating a very harmonious scene.
The caption reads: "Young Master Lin brought his girlfriend to meet his parents, and Mr. and Mrs. Lin were very satisfied."
Lu Jinyuan's gaze fell on the photograph. The last trace of warmth in his deep black eyes was instantly frozen, replaced by an intense, unyielding ferocity.
The air pressure around him instantly plummeted to freezing point, as if the air in the conference room had solidified. The executives exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what had happened.
Lu Jinyuan abruptly stood up, the chair legs scraping loudly on the floor. He picked up his phone, his eyes icy cold, his voice low and dangerous:
The meeting was suspended.
After speaking, he turned and walked quickly out of the conference room, his icy aura almost overflowing. Meanwhile, Jiang Yi was in his office processing Su Jiaojiao's live-streaming contract. His assistant pushed open the door, looking somewhat troubled, and said:
"President Jiang, it's being said that... Miss Su is Young Master Lin's girlfriend, and the two even went to the Lin family's old house to meet his parents today."
Jiang Yi's hand holding the pen suddenly paused, the nib leaving a long trail of ink on the paper. He looked up, his eyes narrowing instantly behind his glasses, a cold glint flashing in them:
"What did you say?"
Almost simultaneously, Gu Yanchen was looking at Su Jiaojiao's photo in his design studio, a gentle smile on his lips. His partner rushed in with his phone, saying excitedly:
"Yan Chen, look! Lin Xingche brought his girlfriend to meet his parents! It's that internet celebrity, Su Jiaojiao!"
Gu Yanchen's smile froze instantly. He took the phone, looked at the photo, and his gentle and warm face instantly turned frosty, the veins on his hand gripping the phone bulging.
Three men, at the same time
I learned that Su Jiaojiao and Lin Xingche met each other's parents.
A fierce fire of anger ignited in their hearts, and a surge of jealousy almost consumed them.
Su Jiaojiao was completely unaware of all this.
After returning to the manor, she took a relaxing hot bath, then lay on the sofa watching TV and snacking, completely unaware that a huge storm was quietly brewing.
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Su Jiaojiao emerged from her bath, still carrying a faint scent of roses. She casually wrapped herself in a silk robe, her long, wet hair cascading over her shoulders, water droplets sliding down her fair neck and disappearing into the neckline, outlining an alluring curve.
She nestled in the beanbag chair in the living room, hugging a fluffy bunny plush toy. The coffee table in front of her was piled high with various snacks—strawberry-flavored daifuku, caramel popcorn, and chilled mango sago pudding.
A lighthearted comedy was playing on TV, and she was watching it with great interest, occasionally letting out a crisp laugh, completely unaware of the several gazes outside the window that seemed to scorch through the glass.
At the iron gate of the manor
Three distinctly different luxury cars were silently facing off.
Leading the pack was a black Rolls-Royce Phantom, its sharp lines and imposing presence exuding power—Lu Jinyuan's car. He sat in the back seat, an unlit cigar between his fingers, his deep black eyes as unfathomable as a bottomless pool, his aura of menace almost tangible. The assistant in the passenger seat didn't dare breathe, fearing he might become cannon fodder in the president's rage.
Following closely behind was a silver-gray Maybach, its window half-rolled down, revealing Jiang Yi's face wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
He was usually gentle and refined, but now his eyes behind his glasses were cold and sharp. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the leather surface. Suppressed jealousy and anger surged in his eyes.
At the very back was a low-key Bentley Mulsanne. Gu Yanchen leaned against the car door, clutching the photo that had circulated throughout high society. The image of Lin Xingche peeling shrimp for Su Jiaojiao in the photo stung his eyes.
His once gentle features were now as cold and hard as ice, radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay. His slender fingers tightened slightly, instantly distorting the edges of the photograph.
Three people, three different auras, yet all sharing the same anger and jealousy, created an invisible battleground at the entrance of the Su family manor.
The first to lose his composure was Lu Jinyuan.
He pushed open the car door, stepped out, and his long legs accentuated his imposing figure in his bespoke black suit, exuding a powerful and suffocating aura. He ignored the other two, walking straight towards the manor gate with steady steps, each one seemingly treading on the hearts of everyone present.
Seeing this, Jiang Yi opened the car door and followed. He adjusted his glasses, the cold glint behind the lenses intensifying, his steps quick and steady, exuding an undeniable aura.
Gu Yanchen snorted coldly, throwing the crumpled photo into the car with such force that it seemed he wanted to crush the figure in it. He straightened his trench coat, and followed closely behind, the chill emanating from him almost lowering the surrounding temperature.
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