Shen Family Villa.
As the car came to a stop, Lin Wanfu opened the door and stepped out. Lifting her gaze, she saw Shen Huaijin waiting at the entrance.
The man stood tall and straight, his figure slender and upright. He wore a perfectly tailored, crisp suit with a neatly knotted tie, exuding an air of elegance. Even just standing there, he carried a distinct presence.
From a distance, he appeared young, handsome, and dignified.
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Name: Shen Huaijin
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 190cm
Identity: Shen Family heir, current CEO of Shen Corporation
Hobbies: Collecting everything about Lin Wanfu, becoming Lin Wanfu’s husband, extreme sports, piano
Dislikes: Shen Congyan, cheese
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“Brother Ah Jin.” Lin Wanfu threw herself into the man’s arms like a young swallow returning to its nest, her tone full of grievance. “As soon as Shen Congyan returned to the country, he bankrupted my family! He even left my father and me without a place to live. He’s just too awful!”
Shen Huaijin caught Lin Wanfu steadily, not even shifting his stance. His gentle yet restrained gaze fell upon her through the thin lenses of his glasses. “Fufu, I’ve already had the servants prepare a room for you. You and Uncle Lin can stay at the Shen residence without worry.”
As he breathed in the faint, unique fragrance that clung to Lin Wanfu, a trace of imperceptible obsession flickered in his eyes.
In truth, he ought to thank Shen Congyan. If not for him, how could he have enjoyed her throwing herself into his arms?
Shen Congyan had done what he himself had never dared to do. Countless times, he had fantasized about being ruthless enough to leave her helpless and alone, so he could better take advantage of her vulnerability.
But secrets never stay hidden forever. In the end, he feared that if the truth came to light, she would despise him.
He was never indecisive in anything he did—except when it came to her. With her, he always hesitated, second-guessed, and wavered.
If it weren’t for this, six years ago, Shen Congyan would never have had the chance to become her fiancé.
Just then, Lin’s Father stepped forward. Without drawing attention, he pulled Lin Wanfu away from Shen Huaijin. “Nephew Shen, we’re imposing on you. Fufu has been spoiled by me since she was young and often acts without restraint. I hope you won’t mind.”
Shen Huaijin raised his hand to adjust the thin gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his expression amiable. “Uncle Lin, you’re my elder. Why stand on ceremony? Besides, I’ve always regarded Fufu as a younger sister. Her closeness to me brings me nothing but joy. How could I possibly mind?”
The dark strands of hair falling over his forehead partially obscured his brows and eyes. A gentle, faint smile lingered at the corners of his lips, and his words and actions were flawless, leaving no room for criticism.
If she hadn’t clearly seen the line in Shen Huaijin’s hobbies that explicitly stated his desire to become her husband, Lin Wanfu might have almost believed his smooth talk.
“Brother Ah Jin, I’m so hungry.” Lin Wanfu peeked out from behind her father, blinking her eyes at Shen Huaijin.
The curve of Shen Huaijin’s lips unconsciously widened a little further, but he quickly reined in his smile. “Uncle Lin, please follow me. The elders of the family aren’t home at the moment, so my hospitality may be lacking. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
“With the Lin family in such dire straits, it’s already rare and commendable that you, Nephew, are willing to lend a hand. How could I possibly be ungrateful?”
As Lin’s Father looked at Shen Huaijin, who seemed to embody humility and courtesy to his very bones, he felt anything but reassured. Instead, his heart grew increasingly heavy with worry.If a person could perfectly conceal their true nature and present a completely opposite facade to the world, how terrifyingly deep and calculating their mind must be—he dared not imagine.
Before long, Lin’s Father and his daughter followed Shen Huaijin into the luxurious villa standing in the prime location of Jinghai City.
The interior decoration was understated yet opulent, with various antiques and famous paintings serving merely as ornaments, exuding refinement in every corner.
Although the Lin family could not compare to the profound heritage of a generational family like the Shen family, they were still one of the top-tier wealthy families in Jinghai City.
Having grown up with a silver spoon in her mouth, especially with Qin Yi bringing her boxes upon boxes of precious gifts every time he visited, Lin Wanfu had seen it all. Naturally, she was not surprised by the villa’s extravagance.
However, as they passed through the living room, Lin Wanfu’s gaze was drawn to a piano placed by the window.
Large families like the Shen family always had many rules, so she had never been particularly fond of visiting them in the past.
The last time she had come to the Shen family was three years ago, but her memory was still quite good. The furnishings in this living room were exactly the same as she remembered, with only this piano added.
Noticing that Lin Wanfu seemed to have fallen behind, Shen Huaijin stopped and slowly turned around.
He asked gently, “Fufu, what’s wrong?”
Lin Wanfu tilted her head and looked at Shen Huaijin. “The last time I came to your house, I don’t remember seeing this piano.”
She felt the piano looked somewhat familiar, yet she had no clear memory of it.
Shen Huaijin paused briefly. “Yes, it wasn’t here before. I bought this piano later.”
Of course, he wouldn’t tell Lin Wanfu that he had taken it from someone else.
Initially, he had no interest in pianos at all. The reason he developed an interest was simply because he once heard Lin Wanfu praise a celebrity for playing the piano like a prince.
“I’ve never seen you play the piano.”
As she said this, Lin Wanfu’s gaze drifted down to Shen Huaijin’s hands.
His hands were beautiful—clean, slender fingers with distinct joints, like smooth, translucent white jade.
If such hands were placed on piano keys, they would surely captivate anyone’s attention.
Truly a blessing for hand enthusiasts.
Shen Huaijin lowered his eyelashes, his expression gentle. “I’ll play for you when I have time. Let’s go eat first.”
Hearing this, Lin Wanfu nodded.
The three of them sat in the spacious, bright dining room as one exquisite dish after another was brought to the table, filling the air with enticing aromas.
Lin Wanfu felt as comfortable as if she were in her own home, enjoying Shen Huaijin’s attentive care without a second thought.
She ate to her heart’s content.
However, Lin’s Father had no appetite despite the table full of delicious dishes. Lin Wanfu was his daughter, and he knew her eating habits like the back of his hand.
He could tell at a glance.
Every dish on the table was something Lin Wanfu usually loved to eat, with none of her dietary restrictions present. The cook had even meticulously chopped the seasonings into fine pieces according to her preferences, clearly indicating special instructions had been given.
“Dad, why aren’t you eating?” Lin Wanfu looked at her father’s unreadable expression, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.
With a free meal ticket, why not take advantage of it?
Lin’s Father couldn’t help but sigh. “Fufu, you eat. I really have no appetite.”
The thought that Shen Huaijin, this cunning wolf, might have long had his eyes on his daughter and was meticulously plotting to take her away left him with no desire to eat.Shen Huaijin’s eyes flickered slightly, then he ladled a bowl of nourishing soup and handed it to Lin’s Father across the table.
The smile on his face remained unchanged. “Uncle Lin, how can your body hold up if you don’t eat? I’m sure you wouldn’t want Wanfu to worry about you.”
Lin’s Father reluctantly accepted the soup bowl and took a few sips.
As he drank, he silently grumbled to himself—this kid really knows how to play people’s emotions.
Whether it was exhaustion or something else, after finishing the soup, Lin’s Father began to feel drowsy.
But he forced himself to eat a little more, only to gradually feel sleepier and sleepier.
Seeing this, Shen Huaijin asked with concern, “Uncle Lin, you don’t look too well. Why don’t you go rest in the guest room for a while?”
As he spoke, he called for a servant.
Originally, Lin’s Father didn’t want to leave, but he couldn’t resist his overwhelming fatigue, especially with Lin Wanfu also urging him.
In the spacious dining room, only Lin Wanfu and Shen Huaijin—both with their own hidden agendas—remained.