Feng Huaiyang: [Young Master Jun has severed ties with a longtime friend over his own child.]
As soon as this post went up, people started replying immediately.
[Since when has Young Master Jun become so influential?]
[The young master is about to rise to prominence @Jun Yize]
[Is Young Master Jun planning to show off his son? Can’t wait.]
Something’s definitely up. Gotta watch this unfold / Gotta watch this unfold】
Feng Huaiyang: [ It’s not Jun Yize.]
[I’ve caught wind of something huge.]
[Young Master Jun has a second son?]
[Trembling in fear / City D will be ruled by Young Master Jun’s sons from now on.]
[@Jun Lin.]
Feng Huaiyang: [I’ll send you a photo in a bit.]
Sneaking into the living room, Feng Huaiyang raised an eyebrow as he saw Xia Ruohan intently drawing.
This is really something.
He found a good angle and snapped a side-profile shot of Xia Ruohan.
“Are you looking to die?”
Jun Lin’s icy voice rang out behind him. Feng Huaiyang clutched his phone in fright, then turned around and grinned at Jun Lin.
“Young Master Jun, you can’t keep your little wife a secret forever.”
Jun Lin continued to stare at him coldly, a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Well, don’t worry. My friends are all normal people; they wouldn’t dare set their sights on your little girl.”
“Get lost.”
“Okay, okay.”
This time, Feng Huaiyang scurried out quickly. Earlier, he’d managed to splash foam on him, but now that he was holding coffee, Feng Huaiyang feared he might throw it at him in a fit of anger.
“Wait, wait, there’s something I forgot to tell you.” Reaching the door, Feng Huaiyang turned back.
Jun Lin shot him a sidelong glance.
“In a year, that guy will be out. You…”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“Marrying Xia Ruohan at a time like this won’t do you any favors.” Feng Huaiyang still had that carefree look on his face, but there was a hint of seriousness in his words. “Your parents are even more unhappy about you marrying her.”
Jun Lin remained silent.
“After all this time, you still don’t want the Jun family?”
“I don’t.”
Feng Huaiyang wore an expression of disappointment, as if he were scolding a wayward child, and left.
Jun Lin watched Xia Ruohan painting and walked over to her.
“How’s it going? Not bad, right?” Xia Ruohan put down the final stroke and turned to look at Jun Lin with a smug smile.
Jun Lin’s gaze settled on her face. “It’s okay.”
“Can you paint?”
“No.”
Xia Ruohan smiled again. “If you can’t even do it, that must mean it’s really hard, right?”
“I just don’t want to learn.”
“…You’d better not learn.”
If Jun Lin learned, she’d have nothing to do.
Seeing Xia Ruohan’s expression, Jun Lin chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair.
The head-rub move!
Xia Ruohan’s eyes widened in shock, as if she’d seen a ghost.
Damn! Jun Lin’s head-rub move was actually so gentle!
“Should I drive you to school this afternoon?”
Though phrased as a question, his tone left no room for refusal.
Xia Ruohan knew Jun Lin meant business, so she didn’t refuse him. “Could you please not drive that Rolls-Royce?”
Luckily, there weren’t many people in front of the school when he picked her up yesterday; otherwise, it would’ve been all over the school’s online forum by now.
“Then which car do you want?”
“Something low-key and ordinary—as long as it’s not a Rolls-Royce.”
“Mm.”
That afternoon, Xia Ruohan sat in the Maserati that Jun Lin considered to be a bit more low-key and ordinary.
Xia Ruohan: “……”
Jun Lin said this was the cheapest car in his family.
The cheapest…
Cheap…
Affordable…
Does that mean she isn’t worthy of a wealthy lifestyle?
Jun Lin’s garage was filled with all kinds of limited-edition luxury cars. She didn’t even know the makes of some of them, but if they were in Jun Lin’s garage, they had to be incredibly expensive.
If it had been just any old Audi or something, she wouldn’t have said a word, but he had to go and pull out the “cheapest” Maserati!
It really was cheap…
So cheap it made her question the meaning of life.