Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

No one else noticed the silent standoff between the two men.

Lin Qian turned her head and saw Lu Beiting's somber expression, and her heart skipped a beat.

Is he really coming here to beat someone up?

Lin Qian quickly took his hand under the table and drew circles on his thigh with her index finger.

Be patient and coax him.

This trick is very effective.

Sure enough, after a short while, Lu Beiting's expression softened considerably, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, indicating that he was in a good mood.

The way he looked at Wen Shuyan was like a victor looking at a loser.

Lin Qian withdrew her hand, took a sip of orange juice to moisten her throat, and introduced them one by one:

"This is my uncle and aunt, my cousin Lin Yize, and my childhood friend Wen Shuyan."

Lu Beiting nodded. "Hello."

Xu Wan and Lin Chang'an chimed in, "Hello, hello..."

Lin Yize stammered, "H-hello."

Wen Shuyan didn't speak, but simply nodded politely.

Lu Beiting raised an eyebrow, deliberately took Lin Qian's drink cup, and tilted his head back to take a sip.

He even deliberately aimed at the spot where Lin Qian had drunk earlier.

Lin Qian's cheeks felt a little hot, and she whispered, "Um... this is my cup..."

"Oh," Lu Beiting's voice was low and husky as he leaned close to her ear, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Baby, you won't be angry that I drank your beverage, will you?"

A simple "baby".

The entire audience fell silent.

Lin Yize was stunned and stood there, feeling as if the sky had fallen again.

Lin Qian's ear tips were very red. She lowered her head and spoke softly, barely audible.

"Hmm...it's okay, you can drink it."

After saying that, Lu Beiting took another sip "casually".

Wen Shuyan remained calm as he picked up a drink from the side. "Mr. Lu, what would you like to drink, orange juice or green tea?"

Lu Beiting raised an eyebrow. "No need, I'll just drink the shallow part of the cup."

Wen Shuyan: "..."

Xu Wan cleared her throat at the opportune moment. "Well, since you're here, please eat more. Also, Qianqian just said that you...don't own any property in the capital?"

It's normal for others not to own property, but to say that Lu Beiting doesn't own a house is simply a joke.

He owns countless skyscrapers.

"No, that's true," Lu Beiting said seriously, placing a duck neck into Lin Qian's bowl. "I'm quite poor right now. All my assets have been transferred to Lin Qian's name, and it was done before the marriage."

In other words, those were all Lin Qian's premarital property.

Even if they divorce, Lu Beiting won't get a single penny.

"Holy crap, is this for real?" Lin Yize was really about to faint, wishing he could just grab Lu Beiting's leg and call him sugar daddy.

Lin Qian: "By the way, Uncle, the last time someone came to our house to collect a debt, it was Lu Beiting who stepped in and helped me settle it."

Lin Chang'an paused for a moment, his eyes instantly reddening. "No wonder, no wonder everything went so smoothly afterwards. Mr. Lu, our whole family wants to thank you."

Lu Beiting said casually, "You're being too serious. It's nothing, I'd be happy to help. We're all family from now on."

Xu Wan tentatively asked, "Do you two have plans to get married?"

Lu Beiting turned to look at Lin Qian, smiling indulgently. "Wife, aren't you going to announce the news and give your husband a proper status?"

Lin Chang'an's expression instantly turned serious: "What news?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Lin Qian's face, as if they wanted to stare right through her.

Lin Qian clutched the hem of her clothes, feeling a little guilty, and whispered:

"Um, we...we've already registered our marriage."

? ?

Lin Yize stared in disbelief: "Holy crap! Backstabbing!"

Xu Wan was also stunned. "Qianqian, why didn't you tell us about such a big event as marriage? When did you get your marriage certificate?"

Lin Qian lowered her head, like a primary school student being punished for making a mistake. "I had a brain fart yesterday and just got the marriage certificate. It's still fresh in my mind. I'm sorry, I acted first and told them later."

As he spoke, Lu Beiting took out two red books from his pocket and showed them to them.

In the photo, a man and a woman, both dressed in clean white shirts, smile at the camera; they look beautiful and well-matched.

When Wen Shuyan saw the red marriage certificate, the elegant smile that had been playing on his lips gradually vanished.

He still seemed unwilling to believe it. "Qianqian, you really... got married?"

She got married.

But the object of her affections was not him.

Before Lin Qian could speak, Lu Beiting casually said:

"Yes, we're married, legally. What's the problem?"

Wen Shuyan pursed his lips, looked away from the marriage certificate, and said expressionlessly:

"no problem."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea without a care, but his fingertips slowly tightened.

Along the way, Lu Beiting chatted with this family for a long time.

Xu Wan and Lin Chang'an were extremely pleased with their nephew-in-law.

Being handsome and rich is just superficial; they value inner qualities more. It's clear that Lu Beiting is a very cultured man with good character and sound values. Most importantly, he's willing to give Qianqian his all.

Whether a man loves you or not is not determined by what he says, but by what he does.

For example, right now, Lu Beiting's hands with their distinct knuckles are peeling shrimp for Lin Qian.

A person's love will overflow from their eyes; this cannot be faked.

It's so cloying.

Lin Yize had great respect for her cousin-in-law, and even wished she could transform into a woman and marry him.

Wen Shuyan watched this warm and happy scene with a calm expression, lowered his eyes, and a dark glint flashed in his eyes...

Midway through, Lu Beiting became increasingly attached to Lin Qian, almost wanting to lean his whole body on her arm.

Lin Qian was a little speechless and whispered a reminder, "We're in a public place, can you please behave yourself a bit?"

Lu Beiting glanced at Wen Shuyan beside him and chuckled softly:

"Is it wrong for me to cling to my wife? It's legal."

The word "legal" is constantly on Lu Beiting's lips now.

Lin Qian was at a loss with him.

From the side, they looked like conjoined twins, always stuck together, as if they could never be separated.

A strange emotion welled up in Wen Shuyan's chest. He didn't look any further, stood up, and apologized, saying:

"I'm going to the restroom first."

Step out of the private room.

Instead of going to the restroom, Wen Shuyan walked to the window at the end of the corridor, opened it, and breathed in the fresh air.

With his back to the corridor, he leaned against the window, took out a cigarette case from his suit pocket, and lit one.

The scarlet light flickered in the dim light, and wisps of smoke rose, blurring the gentle lines of his profile.

Until the smoke died down.

He straightened his perfectly wrinkle-free suit cuffs, regained his refined demeanor, and turned to walk back.

The lighting inside the corridor was somewhat dim.

As I walked, I saw the man who should have been in the private room was now leaning casually against the off-white wall.

Lu Beiting leaned back in a completely relaxed posture, his shoulders slightly slumped, his legs casually crossed, and one hand in his trouser pocket.

But his sharp, aggressive eyes just kept staring at me.

Wen Shuyan didn't stop, meeting his gaze without changing his expression. "Mr. Lu, is there something you need?"

"Nothing special," Lu Beiting said slowly, his voice calm but each word clear, "I just want to warn certain people to stay away from my wife."