Chapter 283

Lin Dongfan really didn't expect that such a pretty little lemon would be sitting right in front of him, and that damned Yang Qing actually looks down on her!

He also didn't expect that just showing his face would make the little lemon burst into tears of excitement.

Look at her resentful little gaze.

In silence she seemed to be saying: "Brother Mortal, you're really going too far! I treated you as a close friend, yet you want to act as a matchmaker and even hand me over to someone..."

Uh, that really is a bit over the top.

Lin Dongfan decisively ordered the damned Yang Qing: "Yang Sansui, that's way over the line! I also feel your brain missed a donkey kick—you've made her cry, so hurry up and apologize to Xiao Ningzi."

"Whether she cries or not is none of my business." Yang Qing plopped back into his chair, raised his voice and roared again: "Boss, where the hell did you go? Get me a cup of cooling herbal tea!"

I don't know if the boss heard that.

Anyway, Wang Minning standing nearby seemed completely unable to hear Yang Qing's voice; her eyes held only Lin Dongfan leaning on the second-floor railing.

The next second she sprang up the stairs, taking three steps at a time.

As someone who's been in the jianghu, Zhang Yong could tell at a glance that Brother Fan and this pretty girl definitely have a story they can't avoid telling.

Seeing the pretty girl charging over.

Zhang Yong hastily got up: "Brother Fan, uh, I'm going to the restroom." He turned and slipped away, giving Brother Fan space to act freely.

As a professional flatterer, Zhang Yong is undoubtedly qualified—he's never missed a beat.

But Zhang Yong didn't actually go to the restroom.

He ran to the first-floor lobby, sat opposite Yang Qing face to face, and from time to time glanced up at the commotion upstairs, wondering whether the two upstairs were about to fight or flirt.

The result left Zhang Yong a bit surprised.

All he saw was Xiao Ningzi walking up to Brother Fan, gazing at him resentfully without saying a word, as if she were angry.

And Brother Fan wore a speechless look, as if he didn't know what to say.

The two just stared at each other like that.

Neither spoke.

Zhang Yong helplessly shook his head and sighed softly: "We're doomed—someone's fate is plagued by peach blossoms; they probably can't escape this calamity..."

"Now the peach blossoms are attacking me, not me attacking the peach blossoms!"

Yang Qing poured himself a cup of tea without even glancing at the upstairs or downstairs, directly putting himself in the protagonist's shoes.

Before, Zhang Yong couldn't figure out why Brother Fan called Yang Qing "Yang Sansui."

Now he finally understands a bit.

This guy is awesome when handling cases, but when he's not working he's a total idiot—especially when it comes to male-female relations, he's basically a fighter jet among idiots, treating every girl under heaven like a bathhouse attendant.

Zhang Yong looked at Yang Qing and smiled: "Brother Yang, how about… I introduce my ex-wife to you? She's practically a perfect match for you—zero love for business."

"Get lost, you calf."

Speaking of zero love for business, Yang Qing recalled his campus first love—Wang Minjun.

His heart couldn't help but faintly ache.

Back then he was also someone who understood love, but after being dumped he painfully realized a truth: in the face of wealth or power, love is just a fart!

The so-called "love makes even water filling" is nothing but poisonous chicken soup fed to kids in movies.

Anyway…

I'll never believe in love again in this life, not even if you beat me to death.

Yang Qing burst out complaining: "Just now she asked my age, I said I have five million—what's wrong with that? Nothing at all. I may look a bit eager, but I really do have five million. That means I can now give her a stable, worry-free life, yet she insists on acting like she doesn't care about money—how hypocritical!"

"Good thing you didn't fall for her." Zhang Yong laughed.

Yang Qing finally showed a smile: "Now you see, right? I'm the one with fiery golden eyes—I can tell at a glance whether she's genuinely pure or just pretending."

Hearing that, Zhang Yong felt speechless.

When I said you're lucky you didn't fall for her, I meant you accidentally bumped into and pushed away a dish that was never yours to begin with.

Do you really have fiery golden eyes?

You're just a blind man—still can't see that Xiao Ningzi's eyes hold only Brother Fan.

Zhang Yong put aside his contempt, couldn't be bothered with Yang Qing any longer, looked up again at the upstairs commotion—it's really aggravating that the two upstairs have locked eyes in silence for so long and still haven't started fighting.

Considering that Brother Fan might have some reservations.

Zhang Yong glanced around at the corners of the ceiling, raised his voice and asked the boss: "Boss, you didn't install any cameras in this teahouse, did you?"

"No point installing that junk—I don't have any."

The boss's reply was blunt.

Upstairs, Lin Dongfan finally reacted, waving at Xiao Ningzi to gesture her to sit: "Don't stand, have a seat and we'll talk slowly."

Seeing this, Zhang Yong laughed again—finally he saw some progress.

"Why did you introduce me to your friend? If you dislike me, you could just not show up for the date—I'm not a toy to be tossed around."

Wang Minning still stood before Lin Dongfan, her eyes full of resentful tears.

As if she had suffered a great injustice.

Lin Dongfan steeled himself and replied: "Sit down first—I didn't I say? I'm introducing you to a new friend. If you don't like him, just ignore him; nobody's treating you as a toy."

"So do you dislike me or not?"

Wang Minning plopped down angrily, her eyes still fixed unblinkingly on Lin Dongfan, clearly caring a lot about this answer.

Lin Dongfan forced a light laugh: "As Confucius said, 'Isn't it delightful when friends come from afar?' There's no reason for me to dislike you for no good cause."

"Do you know who I am?" Wang Minning still gazed pleadingly at Lin Dongfan, awaiting his answer.

Lin Dongfan answered without hesitation, smiling: "Aren't you just Xiao Ningzi? From the way you talked back downstairs I knew it had to be you."

"That's because he deserved it."

Wang Minning finally relaxed her brows, broke into a smile through tears.

She had figured it out—Lin Dongfan truly didn't know she was called Wang Minning, nor did he know that her older sister was Wang Minjuan, the one who had thrown Nanzhou's officialdom into utter darkness.

Not knowing is better; if he found out, they might not even be able to stay friends.

She had thought this far.

Wang Minning collected herself, sat down, took another tissue and wiped her eyes, then complained: 'Just now I was almost angered to death by you; the person I wanted to see is you, not him……'

"What do you want now?" Lin Dongfan asked.

After drying her tears, Wang Minning's mood stabilized considerably; she replied with an unhurried smile: 'I punish you to accompany me for tea, accompany me for a meal, accompany me shopping, and accompany me to a movie……'

"Ding~~"

Before Wang Minning could finish speaking, Lin Dongfan's phone chimed with a text message notification.

He picked up the phone and glanced at it, and Lin Dongfan couldn't help but frown slightly.

The text was from the bodyguard team captain Xie Xiaofeng, containing only one sentence: 'Someone is watching across the road, following them over.'

This 'opponent' refers to Wang Minning sitting across from him.

"Is there something important?" Wang Minning saw that Lin Dongfan seemed preoccupied, and paused her recitation of the 'punishment list'.

Lin Dongfan raised his head and gave a light smile: 'Nothing, just a spam text. Do you have your ID?'

"No." Wang Minning smiled slightly: 'You don't need an ID for eating, shopping, and watching a movie—what else do you want to do?'

Lin Dongfan really wanted to say: 'Big brother wants to turn the tables!'

But seeing that she was off guard, seemingly unaware of being tailed, Lin Dongfan didn't want to spoil her mood, stood up and said: 'Let's go, I brought my ID.'

"Where to?"

"You'll find out when we get there."

After Lin Dongfan said that, he walked off; Wang Minning didn't think much, immediately grabbed her bag and followed.

They went down the stairs.

Lin Dongfan didn't even greet Yang Qing and Zhang Yong, who were sitting in the first-floor lobby, and headed straight out. The bodyguard and driver Xie Xiaofeng had already driven the car to the curb outside the door; getting in would let them leave.

Seeing this, Yang Qing wore a bewildered expression: 'What the hell does this mean? Are we just air? Are they going to get a room?'

Saying that, Yang Qing glanced at Zhang Yong sitting opposite.

Zhang Yong feigned ignorance: 'You're overthinking it; Fan Brother isn't a scumbag.'

"If he's not a scumbag, who is? Could it be me?" Yang Qing rolled her eyes and sneered: 'Captain Zhang, I feel you've got a screw loose. In front of me, you're sucking up to the show-off—don't you think that's terribly out of place? Tell me, are you also trying to extort five million in friendship tax from the show-off?'

"I said I'd introduce you to my ex-wife, but you didn't want her." Zhang Yong put on an innocent look: 'It's not that I won't flatter you; it's that you keep kicking your legs, not giving me a chance to get close.'

"Sigh~~ Miscalculation!"

Yang Qing gazed at the black Audi pulling away outside, imagining Lin Dongfan and the trouble-maker exchanging glances, feeling an indescribable gloom.

He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: 'All I've been thinking about is finding a spouse through matchmaking and walking the straight path, forgetting that there's another way to be a scumbag in this world. If I'd known this girl was so easy to win over, if I'd sweet-talked her a couple of lines first, would getting a room even fall to the show-off? Such a fresh, lovely cabbage, and yet a pig got to root it up—what a waste.'