It was nearly ten o’clock at night when they arrived at the Shen residence.
As soon as she stepped out of the car, Lin Wanfu saw her father pacing anxiously back and forth at the entrance.
“Dad,” Lin Wanfu called out brightly, her face lighting up with a smile. Without a second thought, she let go of Shen Huaijin’s hand and ran toward her father.
Seeing her father, she suddenly remembered the plot details System 0573 had told her earlier.
At first, she hadn’t really grasped the concept of the so-called plot and hadn’t paid much attention to it.
But as events unfolded exactly as described in the book, she had no choice but to take it seriously.
In the plot, after learning of her death, her father went mad searching for Shen Congyan, demanding her body.
But how could Shen Congyan possibly give it to him?
Later, her father would ask everyone he met where his Fufu was, if they had seen his Fufu, descending into madness.
Because of her death, everyone close to her met a tragic end—either dead or driven insane.
Fortunately, she had learned about the plot in advance, giving her a chance to change her own fate.
As long as she didn’t end up like the character in the plot, her father would be safe, and Qin Yi would be safe too.
Seeing Lin Wanfu return unharmed, Lin’s Father finally felt somewhat relieved. “Fufu, why are you back so late? Where have you been?”
Suddenly, he noticed that Lin Wanfu’s lips were red and swollen, as if they had been gnawed by a dog.
The thought of someone taking advantage of his precious daughter made him feel deeply frustrated.
Shen Huaijin walked over unhurriedly. “Uncle Lin, I took Fufu to the Su family’s banquet. I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn’t inform you beforehand. My apologies.”
Hearing Shen Huaijin’s explanation, Lin’s Father’s expression softened slightly, but he still couldn’t bring himself to like him.
Men of Shen Huaijin’s age—he knew all too well the dirty thoughts they harbored.
When a man went to great lengths to please a woman, his ultimate goal was always to get her into bed.
He knew exactly what he himself had been like when he was young, so he would never allow his daughter to fall in love with a man like him.
Shen Huaijin was outstanding, but he wasn’t outstanding enough to be his daughter’s husband.
His daughter was the result of half a lifetime of care and effort—she deserved only the very best.
“Dad, the Su family’s birthday banquet was boring, but their desserts were delicious. I really liked the brownie…”
Lin Wanfu linked arms with her father, chattering away as she recounted the events of the evening’s banquet.
Lin’s Father listened patiently to everything Lin Wanfu said. Even though it was all trivial nonsense, his previously gloomy mood inexplicably lifted.
His Fufu was the most well-behaved and sensible child in the world. Anyone who said otherwise was surely just jealous that he had a daughter like her.
Pure sour grapes.
Shen Huaijin watched as Lin Wanfu and her father sat chatting in the living room, completely unable to join their conversation. He couldn’t help but speak up. “Fufu, it’s already very late. You and Uncle Lin should get some rest.”
He knew it was wrong to feel jealous even of Lin’s Father, but he couldn’t help himself.The more he liked her, the more possessive he became. He not only longed for her gaze to stay only on him but also greedily wanted her to rely on him alone.
Lin’s Father checked the time and said, “Fufu, it’s time for you to sleep.”
“Alright then.” Lin Wanfu leaned close to Lin’s Father and kissed him on the cheek. “Goodnight, Dad.”
Seeing this, Shen Huaijin’s fingers tightened slightly before slowly relaxing.
“Brother Ajin, can you take me to my room?” Lin Wanfu turned to look at Shen Huaijin beside her.
“Sure.”
Shen Huaijin nodded with a smile.
Lin’s Father was about to rise from the sofa to stop them, but Lin Wanfu had already followed Shen Huaijin upstairs.
He wanted to chase after them, but he remembered that his daughter always had her own ideas. If he rashly disrupted her plans, she would surely throw a tantrum.
Shen Huaijin led Lin Wanfu to the room on the second floor. Neither of them spoke along the way.
As soon as they reached the room, Lin Wanfu said to Shen Huaijin, “Brother Ajin, you should rest early too.”
After saying this, she prepared to enter the room and close the door, but Shen Huaijin grabbed her wrist.
Immediately after.
Lin Wanfu felt a dizzying sensation, and a faint sound of the door closing seemed to echo in her ears.
Suddenly pulled into the room by Shen Huaijin, it took her a long moment to react. “What are you doing!”
Shen Huaijin pinned Lin Wanfu against the back of the door, his gaze intense and profound. “Where’s my goodnight kiss?”
“What goodnight kiss?” Lin Wanfu played dumb.
Shen Huaijin didn’t mind. He suddenly wrapped his arms around Lin Wanfu’s waist and leaned close to her neck.
“Fufu, I know you’re clever. You want me to willingly act as Shen Congyan’s substitute, so shouldn’t you give me some benefit? After all, even training a dog requires canned meat as a reward or bait, let alone a person.”
As he spoke, his warm breath brushed against the skin of Lin Wanfu’s neck, sending tingling sensations through her and giving her the illusion that he was kissing her.
Lin Wanfu thought for a moment, then stood on her tiptoes, leaned close to Shen Huaijin’s cheek, and kissed him. “Alright, now can you let me go?”
Shen Huaijin raised an eyebrow lightly. “Fufu, are you treating me like Dad too?”
His slender, knuckled fingers lifted Lin Wanfu’s chin, and a teasing smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Lin Wanfu: “…”
She truly hadn’t expected Shen Huaijin to have such a preference, playing so boldly. Indeed, the more refined the appearance, the more perverse the nature.
“Are you doing this on purpose? I want you to be Shen Congyan’s substitute, and you want to play role-playing with me?”
Lin Wanfu reached out and tugged at Shen Huaijin’s tie. Her gaze swept inch by inch over his refined features. On the surface, he looked very much like an aristocratic young master from ancient times, but who knew how filthy he was on the inside.
“Don’t like that title? Then I’ll change it.” Shen Huaijin suddenly bit Lin Wanfu’s earlobe lightly, his low, husky voice whispering every word into her ear. “Lord, do you like it when I call you that?”
“What are you saying?”
Lin Wanfu’s peach blossom eyes widened in shock. Was she hallucinating, or had Shen Huaijin been possessed by a ghost?
Who could have imagined.
The word “lord” would come from the mouth of someone who controlled most of the country’s economic lifeline? It was as unbelievable as the sun rising from the west.Shen Huaijin’s hand slid suggestively over Lin Wanfu’s shoulder blade through the thin fabric, his slightly lazy tone tinged with a faint hint of amusement.
“Fufu, haven’t you always said it’s unfair to me? Then let’s make it fair from now on—tonight you’ll be the lord, and tomorrow night I’ll be the lord, okay?”
As Shen Huaijin pressed closer, Lin Wanfu’s back met the cold surface of the door. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes.
Shen Huaijin seemed even more unhinged than in the plot. Could it be that she had pushed him too far?