Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

Lin Lulu frowned deeply, looking at her scorched palms, and whispered, "I'm fine."

As she glanced sideways, she met Jing Sichen's chilling killing intent, and a sense of fear and melancholy rose from the depths of her heart.

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but then felt that whatever I said would be superfluous.

When he chose to see Jing Rou, there was nothing left for them to say to each other.

Jing Sichen stood still, the icy and malevolent aura emanating from him so intense that it spread outwards.

The bustling hot pot restaurant was clearly teeming with people, yet his imposing presence silenced everyone.

The veins on his forehead throbbed, and he clenched his fist, making a cracking sound. He closed his eyes, trying to suppress his anger and reminding himself of the fact that he owed her.

"Lulu, go back to the car first." It was a commanding tone. "Yan Moshen and I have something to say."

Lin Lulu knew that at this moment, she should obediently listen to her.

Otherwise, if you really anger him, you'll definitely be in deep trouble.

But that's exactly what happened.

Why does she always have to give in?

"If you and your uncle have something to say, then arrange another time for them!" she said coldly. "I'm treating my uncle to hot pot today, why should I leave?"

As soon as she finished speaking, unsurprisingly, she trembled in fear at the sight of a rage directed solely at her.

"Get in the car!" The words were squeezed out from between his teeth, the only patience he had left.

Lin Lulu swallowed silently; it truly took courage to confront Jing Sichen like this.

And unfortunately, she didn't have much courage to begin with.

"Go ahead," Yan Moshen said at this moment. "I also have something I want to say to him."

Lin Lulu glanced at Jing Sichen, then at Yan Moshen, and conceded, "Then, Uncle... I'll treat you next time. This doesn't count; I'll pay the bill."

Jing Sichen: She's gone? Next time?

never mind!

I'll settle the score with her when I get home!

His dark eyes narrowed, and he sat down first, casually picking up the chopsticks that Lin Lulu had used to eat and starting to eat.

Seeing this, Yan Moshen gave a wry smile and sat down to keep him company.

"I recently learned a new internet slang term, 'Green Arrow Man,'" Jing Sichen said lazily. "It suits you perfectly."

Yan Moshen remained expressionless. "Me?"

"Knowing Lulu is a married woman, he still used the guise of a 'nice guy' to seduce and flatter her, even producing a marriage certificate that had no legal effect. Just because he's a little handsome, does that make all this acceptable?" Jing Sichen mocked. "This world really indulges men. If you were a woman, and you were to harass a married man like that, you'd be condemned by many more people. 'Green tea bitch!' 'Innocent lotus!' 'Mistress!'"

"I don't care what title you give me," Yan Moshen said. "My marriage certificate with Lulu is invalid, and your marriage with Lulu is also invalid. Besides, you haven't given her happiness."

"Happiness?" Jing Sichen laughed. "Between my date and yours, Lulu chose me. You should know that better than anyone! Yet even so, you deliberately played the victim, making her sad and guilty! Yan Moshen, are you sure you've really been studying medicine all these years? Lulu likes me, you really don't know that?"

"I know she likes you." Yan Moshen's eyes darkened, and he admitted it rather awkwardly. "But do you think this kind of liking is reliable? You appeared when she was most vulnerable and gave her the help she needed most. If you really think about it, isn't this just a token of gratitude? Anyone would have reciprocated that kindness! You think you've won her heart? Is that what you call winning? Anyone could easily replace you!"

Yan Moshen's words struck Jing Sichen's most vulnerable spot.

In the business world, he is always decisive and efficient, never hesitant or indecisive, and quick and accurate in everything he does.

However, he has yet to formalize his relationship with Lin Lulu.

I'm just worried that she hasn't distinguished between liking, fondness, and deep love.

They've been through a lot together, but they've only known each other for a short time.

Moreover, he had been hiding so many things from her; he couldn't be sure she would love him completely.

But he was still confident.

Now that Yan Moshen has brought it up, it's as if the only thing he's won is time—winning by appearing at the exact moment she needs him.

No matter who appears at that perfect moment, they can experience everything that happened between them.

He is not the only one, nor is he irreplaceable.

Just thinking about it drives him crazy.

"So what?" His powerful aura was both astonishing and captivating, making it impossible to look away. "Losers always have so many excuses! In terms of timing, you were here much earlier than me! But you chose the most useless approach, waiting for her to be taken away by someone else, and then you try to portray your helplessness as warmth. Yan Moshen, where's your face?"

"Kyoto Shichi!"

"No matter how I won, I still won!" He stood up, staring at him arrogantly and domineeringly. "Do you think my situation is any better than this? But I still choose to publicly protect her and stand against those who oppose me! I seized the time and the opportunity myself!"

"Yan Moshen! I'll spare you this time, since you saved Lulu!"

"If you dare to covet my wife again, I will make sure you are abandoned by everyone!"

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Yan Moshen again and strode away.

Yan Moshen sat there, watching Jing Sichen's departing figure, his large hands clenched into fists.

Is this where we lost?

He felt inferior to Jing Sichen's spirit.

He kept blaming time, but it turns out he should blame himself for being timid and cowardly.

If he had had the courage to stand up to the Lin and Yan families for her from the beginning, he would be the one living in Lin Lulu's heart now.

His fists clenched tighter and tighter, his shoulders trembled slightly, his pupils widened, and his eye sockets gradually turned scarlet...

Lin Lulu kept walking, fuming, when suddenly her wrist was grabbed and she was forcibly turned around.

Seeing Jing Sichen's face reflected in her eyes, she immediately pulled her hand away and continued walking.

"Lin Lulu!" he called out softly, "Get in the car!"

"No way!" she cried, like a kitten responding to his anger. "My time is my own; I can go wherever I want. Why should you control it?"

"Good girl." It was clearly a gentle coaxing remark, yet it was spoken through gritted teeth. "I can explain what happened today. Calm down first."

Lin Lulu: Explain?

Should I say something to coax her again?

He left her in an awkward and embarrassing situation, ridiculed and mocked by his tacitly agreed-upon fiancée, yet now he speaks to her with this condescending attitude?

The thought of Jing Rou saying she was just a substitute, the knowing look in her eyes, the disdainful tone, and the scene of him running to Jing Rou's side made her feel particularly despicable.

I felt angry and embarrassed, and wanted to cry.

"I don't want to hear it!" She looked away. "There's nothing between us that needs explaining!"

"What do you mean, 'no'?" He was seething with anger, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. "We ate together, lived together, and even slept in the same bed! We've done everything—holding hands, hugging, kissing, even doggy style—and now you're saying it has nothing to do with me?"