"There are so many employees in this office building, and they can all come and go freely. Maybe someone would rather skip work just to support me."
"You should be careful. There aren't just employees in this building. There are bosses here too."
"Oh, come on. There aren't that many rich women around these days."
Lin Tingyue, the rich woman herself: ?
She might not have a hundred million, but she did have several million or tens of millions.
[Who's being so cocky?]
[Someone would rather skip work to support you? How shameless can you get? In this world, the only thing that gets wholehearted support is money!]
[I live for money, I die for money, I ram myself into walls for money!]
Cen Fang walked toward Lin Tingyue because he suspected she was his fan, while the others stopped in their tracks because of that sudden voice.
Cen Fang was quite good-looking, especially when he smiled. He was very charming. He flashed that charming smile at Lin Tingyue and kindly reminded her, "I'm free right now. You can get my autograph and take a photo with me."
Lin Tingyue said, "Huh?"
[Why would I want your autograph or a photo with you?]
Cen Fang looked at Lin Tingyue's bewildered
expression and asked in confusion, "Are you someone else's fan? That doesn't make sense. I'm the best-looking one."
[Is this how hardcore people get about praising themselves these days?]
[Does anyone care whether I survive this?!]
After convincing himself, Cen Fang lowered his voice. "None of the other girls are here right now. You're my only little fan here."
Lin Tingyue wore a mask of agony.
[Get that 'little whatever' off this planet!!!]
[What a pretentious vocal fry.]
Lin Tingyue pointed at Ying An beside her and asked, "See him?"
Cen Fang followed her finger. He clearly recognized Ying An. "Yes. Film Emperor Ying."
But so what?
Cen Fang felt that the only reason those seniors were so popular was that they had debuted early, and he had yet to debut.
Once he debuted, he would definitely become the most outstanding rising star in talent-show history.
Lin Tingyue moved closer to Ying An and folded her arms. "What makes you think I'd be your fan instead of Film Emperor Ying's?"
Film Emperor Ying's lips curved.
Cen Fang thought for a moment, then said with perfect confidence, "Because I'm young."
Film Emperor Ying was not very happy, while Lin Tingyue had been dealt a killing blow!
[Why don't you say it's because of your eight non-celebrity girlfriends, your]
[school]
[bullying, or your dating four fans at the same time?]
What???
Was Cen Fang actually that kind of person?
Yan Yu, who had just warned Cen Fang, thought carefully. He shared a dorm room with Cen Fang, and when they went out, he had indeed heard Cen Fang saying "baby" this and "baby" that. At the time, he had simply thought Cen Fang and his girlfriend were very much in love. But it turned out... those babies weren't all the same person?
[He only has a few hundred followers on Weibo, and he carefully handpicked four of them to date... Who exactly is stanning someone like this?!!!]
The person in charge of the company, who had hurried over after hearing that the Lin Family's second young lady was here, heard this. He stopped abruptly and glanced at Cen Fang, who was still looking smug.
Cen Fang's public image had collapsed.
Outside the dance studio, inside his own company.
It had happened just that suddenly.
It was almost noon. Lin Tingyue called Lin Yuhuan, who was busy gathering evidence that Zhou Nannan was a mole for a rival company and had no time to eat with her. Worried that she had only just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place and the people, however, he asked whether she wanted him to find someone to keep her company.
Learning that she was with Ying An, Lin Yuhuan relaxed. "Then go eat with Ying An."
Lin Tingyue hung up and looked at Ying An. "My eldest brother said we should eat together. Do you have anything else scheduled?"
"No."
As Lin Tingyue and Ying An took the elevator downstairs together, Ying An suddenly said, "Miss Lin, I'm only twenty-six this year."
Lin Tingyue said, "Huh?"
"I'm still very young."
Chapter 25
Ying An said he was very young, and she could actually tell.
Besides, with a physique as exceptional as Ying An's, even when he grew old, he would still be a handsome, well-built
older man,
not someone that Cen Fang or whatever his name was could compare to.
Lin Tingyue stole a glance at Ying An's pecs. "Young and accomplished. Young and accomplished, haha."
Ying An had not suddenly said that to get this sort of praise from Lin Tingyue, but for some reason, anything that came out of her mouth sounded exceptionally pleasing.
Ying An smiled. "You're young and accomplished too, Miss Lin."
[Aren't I just? Having all this money at such a young age. What a headache.]
Ying An: "..."
Ying An asked, "What kind of food do you like, Miss Lin?"
[The eight great cuisines-give me a plate of each!]
Lin Tingyue said demurely, "Anything is fine."
Ying An pressed his lips together. "All right."
But when she sat in a private room at a fusion restaurant and saw a tableful of delicacies that almost rivaled a Manchu-Han imperial feast, Lin Tingyue's tears still flowed despite herself.
Out of her mouth!
Ying An was still asking thoughtfully, "Is this to your taste, Miss Lin?"
Lin Tingyue nodded vigorously. "It couldn't be more to my taste."
[If only there were dessert...]
Lin Tingyue watched in surprise as a server wheeled in a little cart laden with all kinds of exquisite little cakes.
Lin Tingyue's eyes lit up.
[I never thought Mr. Ying would be so generous, not just with his physique, but as a person too!!!]
Ying An's ears reddened again. As it happened, Lin Tingyue looked over just then, and he turned his face aside, at a loss. With his shirt sleeves rolled up, he revealed the perfect muscular contours of his arms, as though that thin shirt simply could not contain his surging abundance with nowhere to go.
For a moment, Lin Tingyue lost her senses staring at him. Although she quickly recovered, her face still flushed.
[Lin Tingyue, pull yourself together!]
But what Lin Tingyue could not get out of her mind was still Ying An's... It was all because their connection had begun with that pink...
[Why does this feel less like eating a meal and more like eating Mr. Ying? Lin Tingyue, calm down!!!]
Compared with Lin Tingyue, Ying An was not particularly calm either.
He raised a hand and undid two buttons on his shirt, thinking it was his outfit today that was making him feel a little hot.
After the meal, Ying An took Lin Tingyue back to Lin Yuhuan's office. Lin Tingyue had packed some food for Lin Yuhuan. After all, two people really could not finish a Manchu-Han imperial feast.
As Lin Tingyue had expected, Lin Yuhuan had not eaten yet.
[No wonder domineering CEOs all have stomach problems. How could they not, when they don't eat on time?]
Lin Tingyue opened the plastic containers and stuffed chopsticks into Lin Yuhuan's hand. "Hurry and eat, big brother!"
Lin Yuhuan: "..."
Seeing Lin Tingyue's sky-high heroic spirit, he almost thought she had brought this food back from a hunt.
For the rest of the day, Lin Tingyue played on her phone and watched TV in Lin Yuhuan's office. When work ended, she went home with him.
On the way home, Lin Tingyue said, "Big brother, I'm not coming tomorrow."
Surprised, Lin Yuhuan asked, "Why not? Isn't it fun at my place?"
"It's precisely because it's fun that I'm not coming."
[I came to work. What am I doing playing around in the office?!!!]
Lin Yuhuan's lips curved in amusement. He handed Lin Tingyue a stack of documents. "These are the projects best suited for you to invest in. Take a look."
Lin Tingyue asked in confusion, "Projects to invest in?"
[Oh, right. I went there to find investment projects, not to work.]
[So I don't have to work, and I can slack off in the general manager's office? That's amazing!]
Lin Yuhuan: "..."
Lin Tingyue said obediently, "Don't worry, big brother. I'll read them carefully."
[Sigh, big brother really has it rough. He has a mole watching him, so many projects to manage, and he still has to wear himself out over a minor character like me.]
Lin Yuhuan: "..."
He gave a light cough, and Lin Tingyue perceptively handed him a box of throat lozenges.
Lin Yuhuan was in no mood to wonder where the throat lozenges in his car had come from. He accepted them, and the driver up front slowed down appropriately.
Lin Yuhuan opened the box, and the scent of mint wafted out. He never ate candy, but he put one in his mouth. In an instant, the minty fragrance seemed to soak through every limb and bone.
He asked, "Tingyue, where did you get these throat lozenges?"
Lin Tingyue was playing with her hair. At his question, she looked up. "Ying An gave them to me."
At the time, she had been terribly embarrassed by how she kept staring at Ying An and had coughed once, so Ying An had given her this box of throat lozenges.
Ying An was truly considerate and polite. Most importantly, he was handsome and had a great figure.
Lin Tingyue could not help saying, "Second brother is so lucky to have such a good friend!"
On this point, Lin Yuhuan agreed.
Lin Shengyan had been a noisy child and remained very loud as an adult. Only Ying An, who had shared his dorm room, could put up with him. Whenever he said something, Ying An would respond.
After learning that Lin Shengyan had a friend who responded to everything he said, Lin Yuhuan felt as though a great weight had been lifted.
Because before Ying An, the friend who responded to everything Lin Shengyan said had been him.
He was four years older than Lin Shengyan, but there was already a generation gap between them. Besides, Lin Shengyan's thoughts jumped around so much that he found it even harder to keep up.
Thank goodness for Ying An.
Lin Yuhuan and Lin Tingyue were the last to get home.
As soon as they arrived, Bai Yaxin told Mama Zhang to get dinner ready. Taking Lin Tingyue's hand, Bai Yaxin asked eagerly, "Tingyue, how was your day at the company?"
Most importantly, had anyone criticized her?
At that thought, Bai Yaxin looked back at Lin Yuhuan, who had returned from washing his hands.