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Chapter 84 Rolls-Royce Silver Thorn

As Lin Dong pushed open the door to his Happy Valley apartment, the aroma of winter melon, barley, and pork rib soup wafted out.

Zhang Baizhi poked half her body out of the kitchen, holding a soup ladle in her hand. Upon seeing Lin Dong, a smile immediately bloomed on her face.

"Dong-ge is back. You must have had a hard day."

As she spoke, she walked quickly over, bent down, took out slippers from the shoe cabinet, and neatly placed them beside his feet.

While Lin Dong was changing his shoes, she had already turned around and gone into the kitchen. When she came out again, she was carrying a bowl of soup.

"Dong-ge, have a bowl of soup to fill your stomach first. I'll cook a couple more dishes, and we'll be eating soon." She put the soup bowl on the coffee table and ran back to the kitchen.

Lin Dong picked up the bowl and took a sip. The soup was clear, the pork ribs were tender, and the winter melon melted in his mouth. This girl had definitely put in the effort to learn how to make soup.

Zhang Baizhi was busy in the kitchen, the sound of the spatula turning over mixed with the sizzling of oil.

She peeked out the doorway. "Dong-ge, why isn't Michele back yet?"

"She has a packed schedule for promotions today, so she probably won't be here soon. No need to wait for her."

Not long after, Zhang Baizhi put down the spatula, took out a thermal lunchbox from the cupboard, and began to put food into it.

Lin Dong leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching her pick up a little of each dish, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"What are you doing?"

"I saved this for Micheie," Zhang Baizhi said without looking up. "Keep the food warm so she can eat when she gets back. Just microwave it. The soup is in a thermos, no need to heat it up."

Lin Dong was somewhat surprised by her series of actions.

Zhang Baizhi put the insulated bag aside and turned around. "Brother Dong, I know Sister Michele doesn't like me very much. But it's okay. I'll always follow you, Brother Dong."

She looked up, her eyes sparkling. "I'm young and healthy, so I can take good care of Dong-ge. And I'll take good care of Michele-jie too."

Lin Dong held the soup bowl, a slow smile appearing on his lips.

interesting.

Young. Healthy. Taking care of Michele. These words contained three hidden daggers, each striking at Li Jiaxin's most sensitive spot.

Li Jiaxin is 28 years old this year, which is not old anywhere, but compared with Zhang Baizhi who is 18 years old—the most frightening thing about age is comparison.

This girl is getting more and more cunning.

Lin Dong finished the soup in his bowl in one gulp. "Okay. When she gets back, you can tell her yourself."

Just after nine o'clock, the door lock clicked. Li Jiaxin pushed the door open, kicked off her high heels, put her bag on the shoe cabinet, and collapsed onto the sofa.

"I'm exhausted. Today I went to seven different places, shooting magazine covers from 11 a.m. until 11 a.m., then recorded three interviews in the afternoon, and I have to go to Causeway Bay for a fan meeting in the evening."

She leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed. Her hair was a little messy, and her makeup was still intact, but there was a hint of fatigue in the corners of her eyes.

Zhang Baizhi jumped out of the kitchen, walked quickly to the sofa, and had a smile on his face that was so sweet it could stretch into silk.

"Michele, you're back. I've warmed up your food; you can eat now."

Li Jiaxin opened her eyes and saw Zhang Baizhi standing in front of her. Her brows furrowed instinctively.

Zhang Baizhi seemed completely oblivious to her frown, turning around and going into the kitchen. He brought out the insulated lunchbox and soup bowl and placed them on the dining table, setting out the chopsticks and even neatly folding the napkins next to the bowl.

"I made winter melon, barley, and water chestnut pork rib soup today."

As Zhang Baizhi set out the bowls and chopsticks, he muttered to himself, as if speaking to his closest elder, "The weather is so hot and humid, you should drink something to dispel dampness. Especially for those who are a little older—too much dampness is bad for the joints and can easily cause back pain."

No names were mentioned. But there were only three people in the entire room.

Lin Dong leaned back on the sofa, holding a teacup, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two women.

Li Jiaxin's face had darkened.

Just then, Zhang Baizhi turned around, met Li Jiaxin's dark face, blinked, and quickly waved his hand. "Michele"

Sister, don't misunderstand, I wasn't talking about you. I meant the older woman. She paused, as if suddenly realizing she was making things worse, and pretended to cover her mouth, a hint of panic even flashing in her eyes.

Li Jiaxin took a deep breath, her hands gripping the sofa armrests tightly. A murderous intent emanated from her eyes, and the air in the entire living room tensed.

"Jiaxin," Lin Dong called out to her.

Li Jiaxin turned her head to look at him.

Lin Dong didn't say anything, but just turned his head slightly towards the dining table.

She gritted her teeth, suppressed her anger, stood up, and walked to the dining table to sit down.

Zhang Baizhi turned around, his back to the sofa area, and continued wiping the bowls with his head down, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

She went back and thought about it all day, and then she understood.

She couldn't win a direct physical fight with Li Jiaxin. She couldn't win an argument either. But those weren't her battlegrounds.

Her battlefield was to subtly showcase her strengths while drawing out the weaknesses of her opponents.

Once or twice, Li Jiaxin threw a tantrum, and Lin Dong thought it was just playful banter. Three or four times, Lin Dong would think Zhang Baizhi was generous and understanding. But ten or eight times? Once it happened too many times, Lin Dong would naturally start to feel resentful.

What she wanted was not victory in one battle; there was still a long way to go.

Li Jiaxin took a couple of sips of soup, put the bowl down, and took out her stock trading machine from her bag to take a look.

The screen lights up—124.6.

It was still hovering around that range, neither rising nor falling. She glanced at it and put the stock trading machine back in her bag; after all, the execution department had taken over.

She swallowed the food in her mouth, turned to face the sofa, and said enthusiastically, "Ah Dong, I want to buy another sports car."

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Lin Dong looked at her. "What kind of car?"

"Lamborghini Diablo SV." Li Jiaxin's eyes lit up noticeably when she said the name. "I saw it in a magazine last time. It's the new model this year, and it accelerates from 0 to 100 km/h in four seconds. The red one costs $280,000."

Lin Dong glanced at her and nodded. "It's your own money, buy whatever you want."

"Now I have three sports cars!" Li Jiaxin counted on her fingers for him, "I drive the two Ferraris during the day, and the Lamborghini on weekends."

She leaned closer after she finished speaking, a smile playing on her lips. "Ah Dong, I'd like to order another Rolls-Royce Silver Spur. Not for me, but for you. You're still driving that Mercedes in Hong Kong; it's too understated."

Lin Dong smiled. The Silver Spur is Rolls-Royce's flagship model, costing at least HK$500 million. She doesn't hesitate to buy a car for herself, and she certainly doesn't hesitate to buy one for Lin Dong.

"Okay. I'll accept your kind offer."

Zhang Baizhi stood at the kitchen doorway, the dishcloth in his hand crumpled from being gripped so tightly. Three sports cars, and he still wanted to buy Dong Ge a Rolls-Royce.

She doesn't even own a car; she looks down on anything inferior and can't afford anything better.

Most importantly, her father has been calling her every day recently, asking for money. She gave him money twice, totaling HK$50,000, and then stopped answering the phone the third time.

She leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching Li Jiaxin enthusiastically discuss the color of the wheel rims and the choice of interior leather with Lin Dong, and threw the rag into the sink.

After finishing the soup, Li Jiaxin leaned back on the sofa for a while before she recovered.

After Zhang Baizhi finished clearing the dishes and wiping her hands clean, she sat down at the other end of the sofa. Remembering something, she turned to look at Lin Dong.

"Brother Dong, you're going back to the mainland in the middle of the month. Can I go with you? Filming for 'Wish Upon a Star' doesn't start until August, so I'll have some free time."

Li Jiaxin instinctively wanted to speak up and stop her. But the words caught in her throat.

She had to film "Love Dream" herself and couldn't leave. Zhang Baizhi was going to go north with Lin Dong, which was obviously in the way, but from another perspective, having her by Lin Dong's side could at least keep those mainland women from throwing themselves at him.

She would rather let Zhang Baizhi take advantage of this than have Lin Dong bring back another enchantress from who-knows-where in the capital.

Lin Dong shook his head. "No need."

Zhang Baizhi was taken aback. She opened her mouth as if to ask why, but then closed it again. She didn't need to know why. Whatever Brother Dong said was what it was.

"Stay put in Hong Kong and behave yourself." Lin Dong stood up, patted her head, and then walked towards the bedroom.

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