Lin Miao wanted to give up too, but the big shot’s threat was still echoing in her ears.
“If Miss Lin can’t do something to my satisfaction, I don’t mind taking matters into my own hands.”
Lin Miao mimicked the way Sheng Yanli had threatened her, trying her best to make a fierce expression.
She vividly recounted Sheng Yanli’s threatening words to Su Rong.
After hearing this, Su Rong was unusually silent.
“Wuwu, Rongbao, what am I supposed to do?”
Lin Miao lay face-down on the table, utterly lifeless. Maybe this time next year would be her death anniversary.
Wuwu, there was simply no one in the world more miserable than her.
Su Rong: So your calmness earlier was all an act?
Su Rong asked uncertainly, “You’re saying the sincerity Sheng Yanli wants is for you to chase after him?”
Lin Miao nodded.
Something like that.
Su Rong looked at her best friend.
With her chubby cheeks.
A slightly plump figure.
And that spoiled personality.
Although in Su Rong’s eyes, her best friend was the best in the entire universe.
But she really didn’t seem like the type a man would like.
Could it be that the big shot just had unique tastes?
Or did he have some other motive?
Su Rong thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, “Linbao, is there a possibility that Sheng Yanli… likes you?”
If it were any other woman trying to climb into Sheng Yanli’s bed, her fate would never have been so light.
Not to mention he even gave Lin Miao a chance to pursue him.
“Remember that time when that white lotus from the Qian family pretended to be drunk and tried to stay overnight at the Sheng residence? Sheng Yanli directly ordered her to be thrown out, and she froze on the street all night.”
Lin Miao looked up, her big eyes blinking.
“So he made up an excuse to let me chase him?”
“That’s right, it must be!”
Lin Miao understood.
(o′ωo)?
So her charm was really that great.
So the legendary big shot actually liked the feeling of being chased.
That was easy then. Chasing people was practically second nature to this young miss.
Su Rong: No wait, that was just a hypothesis, okay?
Before Su Rong could say anything else, Lin Miao ran out as if she’d been enlightened.
Gone in an instant.
The surrounding servants were all stunned.
Since when did the young miss actually exercise?
And run that fast?
Just then, Lin Jiaxuan finally woke up and slowly walked down from upstairs.
“Hey, Sister Rongrong, where did my sister go?”
He had clearly heard his sister’s voice upstairs and had wanted to ask about last night’s situation.
But now she was gone.
Su Rong got angry just looking at him.
If it weren’t for this pig-headed idiot giving her Lin Miao such a terrible idea.
Lin Miao wouldn’t have gotten involved with Sheng Yanli at all.
She clenched her fist and said with a “smile,” “Come here, I’ll tell you.”
So Lin Jiaxuan happily trotted over.
And then…
“Ow!”
“Ah!”
Afterward, Lin Jiaxuan’s two eyes successfully swelled up into panda eyes.
……
On the other side, Lin Miao hurried out the door and hadn’t gone far before she ran into the person she hated the most.
Her scumbag father’s daughter, Zhao Xiyan.
Behind her followed a group of lackeys trying to curry favor with her.
When Zhao Xiyan saw Lin Miao, a flash of hostility passed through her eyes. Then, thinking of something, she raised her head proudly, casually revealing the Rolex watch on her wrist that represented wealth.
She walked over step by step in her slender high heels.
The pungent perfume on her was so strong it made Lin Miao want to vomit.
Unable to hold it in, Lin Miao waved her hand.
Stuck out her tongue in disgust.
When Zhao Xiyan saw Lin Miao, she immediately noticed the clothes she was wearing.
Today, Lin Miao wore a simple goose-yellow sweater paired with a beige scarf, almost completely covering the skin around her neck.
She wore light blue jeans on the bottom and a pair of white canvas shoes.
Her black hair was silky and smooth, and a faint smile appeared on her bright, pretty face.
Even though her clothes were ordinary, they couldn’t hide the confidence radiating from the woman.
That was the confidence born from being spoiled and pampered.
Zhao Xiyan noticed that Lin Miao possessed a temperament somewhere between a girl and a woman—sweet and charming, occasionally crossed with the calmness and maturity of a grown woman.
Even her slight plumpness couldn’t hide the sweet, adorable beauty of her features.
Her fingernails immediately dug into her palm. She couldn’t help but recall the first time she had seen Lin Miao.
That was ten years ago in the garden of the Lin family villa. Zhao Xiyan, wearing faded clothes, had run into Lin Miao, who was running through the garden in a princess dress.
She didn’t understand why, when they were both daughters of the same father.
Why could Lin Miao live in a big house, wear beautiful clothes, and be doted on by everyone?
But she could only live in obscurity as a servant’s daughter.
She was jealous. She was resentful.
It wasn’t until later, when Lin Miao’s mother went missing and her grandfather passed away, and the Lin family completely fell into Zhao Xiao’s hands.
That she was finally introduced to the public by Zhao Xiao.
At that time, Lin Miao hid in her room and cried secretly all night.
At that time, Zhao Xiyan felt extremely smug.
Because she knew that from then on, the most favored person in the Lin family would become her.
But she was wrong.
Behind Lin Miao stood Lin Tingsheng—the man who, the very day after Lin Miao cried, had ruthlessly cast her out of the Lin family.
Even her father, upon learning of it, said nothing.
Because Lin Tingsheng was the one who truly held power in the Lin household.
With him doting on her, she would forever remain an illegitimate daughter kept in the shadows.
But fortunately, Lin Tingsheng had gone missing—more likely, he was dead.
Without Lin Tingsheng as her pillar of support, Lin Miao and her useless younger brother were directly expelled from the Lin family by their father.
He confiscated most of her cash, froze the accounts under her name, and handed her a credit card—which she snapped in half without even blinking.
Now, she was no longer the young miss of the Lin family.
A flicker of smugness passed through Zhao Xiyan’s eyes, but on the surface, she wore a mask of feigned kindness, greeting Lin Miao with a beaming smile.
“Sister, it’s been days since we last met. I’ve missed you. Do come back to the Lin family when you have time—Father misses you both too.”
Lin Miao curled her lips.
Indeed, people became more hypocritical as they aged.
Their childhood dynamic had always been: argue, fight, frame each other, then fight again.
Zhao Xiyan, that white lotus, used to play the innocent victim whenever she couldn’t beat Lin Miao in a fight.
She’d even pin her own misdeeds on Lin Miao.
Of course, Lin Miao wasn’t one to have a good temper either.
With her brother spoiling and indulging her behind the scenes,
every time Lin Miao was displeased, she’d just resort to her fists.
So there was a period when Zhao Xiyan didn’t dare to strut around in front of her.
Had she forgotten the times she’d been beaten?
Perhaps someone thought she’d climbed up the social ladder, so her skin had thickened too.
Lin Miao smiled.
She merely curved the corners of her lips, a faint smile—yet it pierced Zhao Xiyan’s heart like a needle.
Even though Lin Miao had now fallen off the capital’s elite list due to her weight, Zhao Xiyan still clearly remembered just how stunning Lin Miao had been as a child.
Even with her arrogant and willful ways, it couldn’t mask the radiance of her beauty.
She never needed to please anyone to roam freely under Lin Tingsheng’s protection, striding boldly and domineeringly across all of the capital.