Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

In the classroom.

Lin Lulu was still sitting in the last row.

Lin Aoao was still sitting at the same table with her.

As if deliberately waiting for her arrival, Lin Ao'ao immediately questioned her upon seeing her: "What exactly did you do yesterday behind my back? Were you taking a pregnancy test?"

Lin Lulu's expression froze.

It has to be said that Lin Ao'ao's intelligence sometimes fluctuates wildly, making her difficult to guard against.

"you……"

"Don't try to lie! Don't try to hide it! You can't hide it no matter what you do! Did Jing Sichen interrogate you severely yesterday? Look at your dark circles, you were explaining to him until very late, weren't you? He doesn't like you anymore, right?" Lin Ao'ao became more and more excited as she guessed.

Does that mean I have a chance?

With her beauty, she can easily charm any man with just a few tricks!

"Lin Lulu, just you wait! Once I become Mrs. Jing, I will definitely not let you have an easy time!" Lin Ao'ao's words were full of malice.

Looking at her, Lin Lulu suddenly felt that this pure wickedness was quite rare.

"You really think that getting rid of me will make you Mrs. Jing?" Lin Lulu asked. "Aren't you being a little too naive?"

"In short, even if that person isn't me, it can't be you!" Lin Aoao clenched her fists fiercely. "Once he finds out you've had other men before, and you've been secretly in contact with them, do you think he'll still want you?"

The thought of the masked man dimmed Lin Lulu's eyes.

She originally thought that finding a man who didn't mind her past and truly loved her wasn't that difficult.

Even when the older man said those flirtatious things intentionally or unintentionally, she was prepared to tell him all the facts.

Looking back now, I'm glad I didn't say it.

She's so easily fooled!

If she hadn't seen the older man involved with other girls today, she would have really thought he doted on her to the core.

Her gaze shifted, she composed herself, met Lin Ao'ao's gaze, and said coldly, "Then why don't you go tell him?"

"I!" Lin Ao'ao choked for a moment, "I did it because... because Grandpa still wanted to spare your life!"

"It's because you're worried that even if you tell him, it won't affect how good he is to me," Lin Lulu said with a sigh. "Then you'll have no trump cards left!"

"If that's the case, why don't you dare to confess yourself?" Lin Aoao retorted sarcastically.

The school bell rang at that moment, but Lin Lulu's mind was still preoccupied with Lin Ao'ao's question.

frank?

To whom?

Uncle?

How can she find out if the older man is actually Jing Sichen?

We can't exactly ask that girl, can we?

The answer should be easy to find!

**

After two classes, Lin Lulu arrived at the school gate as promised and saw Yan Moshen's car.

Feeling a little embarrassed, she jogged over.

Before he could even take a step, his wrist was grabbed tightly.

He was very strong, very agitated, and filled with a powerful, surging rage.

She seemed quite familiar with this anger.

Turning around, Jing Sichen's face came into view.

His thick, dark eyebrows were tightly furrowed together, and his deep eyes seemed to hold two icebergs that suddenly exploded, rushing straight at her, making her shiver with cold.

"M-Uncle?"

Logically speaking, he should be in the hospital, so how did he suddenly appear here?

"Where are you going?" Jing Sichen's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, and carried an oppressive air of arrogance.

"Oh my god..." Lin Lulu suddenly fell silent.

Why did she have to answer honestly?

When she asked him what happened in the car, didn't he not answer her?

And what makes you think you can control her?

She had always acted too stupid and too easy to bully, so he thought he could do whatever he wanted.

And she had to wait, hope, watch, and yearn in the same place?

She knew that thinking that way was wrong.

But I just can't control it.

I felt like I was being played by him.

"Where I go is none of your business?" Her tone unconsciously became sarcastic.

She had never spoken in that tone before.

It's always been a matter of insufficient strength.

Now, who gave her the courage?

However, she had to admit that seeing his face turn even darker from her provocation, she secretly felt a strange sense of smug satisfaction.

It was as if she had long wanted to vent her anger and get revenge.

"Lin Lulu," he forced out through clenched teeth, "do you even know what you're saying?"

Terrified, she clenched her fists, trying to pull her hand away from his wrist.

He held it tightly, and you could vaguely see red marks from squeezing it.

The feeling of teasing a tiger's whiskers on the edge of death is surprisingly addictive.

Knowing it was wrong, she still continued, "Uncle, please let go of me first."

Instead of loosening his grip, he tightened it even more.

She snorted unhappily, turned to face him, and smiled, but her eyes were cold.

"Uncle." Tilting her head slightly to look at him, she said, "You've always been so domineering, always expecting everyone to do things your way, haven't you?"

He paused, then continued, "But I won't. There are two kinds of people who are not afraid of power. One kind is those who have been spoiled since childhood and are power themselves. The other kind is those who have been bullied for so long that the bullying has gone too far, and since this is the worst they can do, their resistance is nothing more than this. I am the latter."

The smile on her lips deepened slightly. She stepped forward, meeting his gaze, and said calmly, "Although I don't know who you are, with your looks and resources, what kind of girl can't you have? Even if you just want to play around, countless girls would be willing to play with you. So, uncle, let's keep our distance! It's better for both of us."

She never expected that things would suddenly turn out this way between them.

Even in the morning, she had inappropriate thoughts about him.

"Distance?" His eyes narrowed suddenly. "Who gave you permission to make this decision?"

Lin Lulu: "It's my own decision, why can't I make it myself?"

"Of course not!" Jing Sichen roared. "Is it because of Yan Moshen? What? What promises did he make to you? So you think my usefulness to you is over, because you can get everything you want from him?"

Jing Sichen felt like he was about to go crazy.

Yan Moshen called him and said something about the marriage being arranged by parents and matchmakers, so he rushed over immediately.

But she delivered such a heavy blow to him?

What's wrong?

Have these two already secretly pledged their lives to each other?

Hearing Jing Sichen's question, Lin Lulu took a deep breath.

"Today at the hospital," her voice was very soft, her eyes unusually clear, "that girl asked you who I was. You didn't answer."

"Uncle, let me ask you this: in your heart, who am I to you?"