Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

Hearing Jing Sichen's words, Lin Lulu's mind went blank.

The self that he had thrown into the dark depths of the sea, sinking and sinking without ever reaching the bottom, had long since given up hope of struggling.

At this moment, he dealt her another devastating blow.

So dark, so cold, so painful.

She thought that his disbelief in her was already the greatest punishment.

But it turns out, he can also rub salt into the wound.

She knew it wasn't his fault.

It was her fault.

She's the one who angered him.

After not seeing him for several days, she suddenly saw him again. All her longing, grievances, passion, and helplessness turned to ashes, leaving only a wisp of smoke that seemed to bewitch her, causing her pain.

"None of these are mine!" Her explanation sounded weak and unconvincing. "He's clearly slandering me! If you don't believe me, you can check the security footage!"

"The surveillance cameras were vandalized this morning," the security guard said. "They haven't been fixed yet."

Lin Lulu: So, is this going to create a situation where there's no way to prove anything? Are they going to solidify her reputation for seducing men?

The gazes falling on her were like bullets, leaving one hole after another in her body.

People pointed fingers at her, saying she had disgraced women and was even unworthy of being human. They said many hurtful things, and even dragged her parents into it.

"I really didn't!" she cried, filled with despair and helplessness. "He framed me!"

But with witnesses and physical evidence, who would still believe her?

"Mr. Xiao, this is such a small matter, you don't need to come out and take charge. Don't worry, I can handle it myself." The man smiled respectfully, then grabbed Lin Lulu's arm. "Aren't you coming with me obediently! Do you want to stay here and embarrass yourself any longer?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp gaze fell on his hand, like a razor-sharp dagger, piercing straight into it.

It was sent by the man whose identity was unknown who was next to Old Xiao.

Although her identity was unknown, she exuded an air of elegance and nobility, and with just a glance, she immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

Even the women present cast admiring glances at him, and he was the only person they talked about.

The men all looked on with envy and talked about him.

But Jing Sichen's focus was solely on one thing: how dare he touch her hand?

He stopped abruptly, reminding himself repeatedly: ignore her and let her fend for herself.

Those who dare to offend him will suffer the consequences.

He knew all too well that revenge was especially sweet.

He wants to see her cry, to see her wail, to see her despair, and then he will laugh cruelly!

But when the moment actually came, he felt an urge to destroy the world.

I can't take it anymore!

Only he can bully his woman!

He had just taken a step forward when Lin Lulu suddenly shouted, "You dare touch me? I'm Jing Sichen's wife!"

Those present were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Jing Sichen's wife? Do you really think we're fools? What wife has ever lived for more than 24 hours?"

"Mrs. Kyo dresses like this when she goes out? How poor is the Kyo family?"

"Just because Jing Sichen never shows himself in public, you think you can use his name?"

"Legend has it he's old, ugly, short, blind, lame, impotent, and a jinx to wives, but he's still not someone you can aspire to!"

"Mrs. Jing, why don't you describe to us how Jing Sichen fared in bed? Everyone's really curious!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The man gripping Lin Lulu's wrist shouted even more fiercely, "Jing Sichen might not even look at you? Don't dream! Let me tell you, even if Jing Sichen were standing right in front of me, it wouldn't matter! You took my money, so you have to come with me! Does he think he can bully me and take her away?"

Jing Sichen strode forward, a cold smile curving his lips upward.

Those who know him well know that the more silent he is, the higher his anger level has risen; he is a Yama-like figure who should never be provoked.

He has always disdained to handle many matters himself, instead delegating them to his bodyguards who secretly accompany him.

Now that he's personally taking action, one wonders how badly his thorn in the side has been pierced.

He took the slender, fair wrist he had long coveted into his palm, saw the red mark left by his pinch, and felt an uncontrollable tremor. His dark eyes narrowed, revealing a chilling light, filled with heartache and regret.

It should have been earlier.

He was wrong.

At the same time, a man screamed in agony.

My hand is dislocated.

Lin Lulu looked up in surprise, and a broad chest embraced her.

Looking up from below, the uncle's face was handsome and dignified, and the way he protected her felt somewhat unreal.

Didn't he just cruelly distance himself from her?

"I find her attractive." He spoke softly, his tone light and indifferent. "From head to toe, every single strand of her hair, even every single hair on her body, is attractive to me."

He raised his hand, his palm covering her pale, cold face, which had turned icy with fear. He then glanced at the people around him and said coldly, "My wife, Jing Sichen's wife, is not someone you can discuss?"

The deep, oppressive voice directly exposed the deepest fears in people's hearts.

The onlookers' legs went weak and they took a few steps back, trembling under the aura he exuded.

His gaze shifted to the man who had been shouting, and he said softly, "Although I have a bad reputation, I am actually a pure and harmless little white flower. I wouldn't even dare to step on an ant, and I've never raised my voice. I think you're much more powerful than me. Why don't you, with your power, have a debate with me, with your power?"

Man: "Young Master Jing...? You are...?"

"In terms of talent, I'm taller, more handsome, more charismatic, more cultured, and more eloquent than you; in terms of wealth, hmm?" Jing Sichen paused, then asked his bodyguard, "Has the truck arrived?"

Bodyguard: "We've arrived."

Jing Sichen: "Drive it in."

Bodyguard: "The door is a bit narrow."

Jing Sichen: "Tear it down."

A minute later, a truck crashed right in.

The truck's back compartment was filled with a whole load of money.

Jing Sichen raised an eyebrow and said, "Actually, I didn't want to use this method either, but I was afraid you're too naive to know what a check looks like. So, why don't you tell me now, when it comes to money, who wins? Anyway, I don't understand why my wife would leave me for you? Can you tell me about your good points? I'm more curious."

People around exclaimed in surprise, "My God! It's Jing Sichen! He's completely different from the rumors! He's so handsome! And so polite!"

Lin Lulu watched all this in shock, her face growing increasingly dark.

Why does his arrogant and shameless attitude seem so offensive?

Where did this guy get the money?

The man on the other side was completely stunned and shouted, "Impossible! You can't be Jing Sichen! You're a fake!"