Chapter 293: Ye the King of Hell Also Has a Lovesick Brain

Iron birds took off and landed one after another, the booming sounds rising and falling in succession.

The broadcast announced flight numbers, and tourists, like sardines, surged out of the exit in waves.

Jing Zeyang chewed his gum and checked his watch again: "Why aren't they here yet?"

"Isn't it normal for a flight to be delayed?"

After replying, Jing Suxin gave careful instructions, "Zeyang, be polite when you meet him later. Don't be all giggly and slacker-like. Also, whatever he asks you to do, just do it. Ask less, look less, and pry less."

"Hey, I find this strange..."

Just as he let out a strange cry, he received a slap on the back of his head. Jing Zeyang covered his head: "Sister Ruozhi, why did you hit me?"

"Your sister spoils you, but I don't," Qin Ruozhi glared at him. "Whatever Cousin Lin asks you to do, you do it. If you mess things up, you'll be in for it..."

Jing Zeyang looked aggrieved: Who the hell did I offend?

He was working just fine when his cousin suddenly forced him to take a long leave, saying it was to act as a guide for someone.

Jing Zeyang was, at the very least, raised in the compound; he wouldn't say he could walk sideways in Beijing, but who wouldn't call him Brother Jing and give him some face when he went out?

Today, however, he had fallen to the point of serving someone; if this got out, wouldn't his friends laugh their heads off?

Seeing his look of being both cowardly and defiant, she knew exactly what he was thinking. Qin Ruozhi let out a "Heh": "He is a student of Wang Sanshu, so don't worry, you won't be working for nothing; there will be benefits for you."

Wang Sanshu?

Jing Zeyang scoffed: "Wang Sanshu is a professor at the university now, he has tons of students!"

Jing Suxin reminded him again: "Cousin Lin is also a friend of Anning!"

Jing Zeyang was stunned: Ye the King of Hell?

But something seemed wrong?

If he were a student of Wang Sanshu, he would certainly know Sister Anning; there would be no need for his cousin to emphasize it specifically.

Furthermore, Wang Sanshu had so many friends in Beijing; if he wanted to make arrangements, it wouldn't be Qin Ruozhi and Jing Suxin's turn to pick someone up even after eight hundred attempts.

So, it must have been Ye Anning who asked them...

Suddenly, Jing Zeyang's eyes rolled around: "A guy?"

"No duh, is your cousin a girl?" Qin Ruozhi let out a "Pfft." "If it were a girl, we would have done it ourselves; why would it be your turn?"

"How old?"

"Just graduated, almost twenty-two!"

Ye the King of Hell was the same age as his cousin, seemingly turning twenty-five soon.

Tsk, the two were three years apart?

Jing Zeyang looked astonished: "Sister Anning and him are dating, right?"

The two girls looked at each other and said nothing.

Ye Anning certainly had that intention, but as for Lin Sicheng, it was still impossible to tell for now.

It wasn't that he was unwilling, but he was busy to the point of being overwhelmed. Let alone dating, it felt like he used a stopwatch to time his meals.

With nothing set in stone, they couldn't just let him suddenly grab Ye Anning and say: Anning, I like you?

Seeing the expressions on the two women's faces, Jing Zeyang suddenly understood: "Tsk, Sister Anning is something else, huh? An old cow eating tender grass..."

He had only said half a sentence when he received another slap on the head.

This time Jing Zeyang didn't feel aggrieved, but rather gossipy: How rare?

Those who coveted the Ye family's status, fantasized about marrying Princess Ye into their homes, and tried every way to curry favor could line up from Tiananmen to outside the Fifth Ring Road.

But who didn't end up getting a cold shoulder?

So, how capable must this kid be to make a thousand-year-old iron tree bloom and a ten-thousand-year-old iceberg melt?

The more he thought, the more curious he became: "Where is this guy from, what does his family do, is he also in the Ministry?"

Qin Ruozhi said nonchalantly: "Just a native of Xijing!"

Estimating that Lin Sicheng would be staying in Beijing for quite a while and they would see him often, there was nothing to hide, so Jing Suxin told the truth: "Cousin Lin's grandfather is a university professor, his father works in a government department, and his mother is a teacher!"

"Then his dad is at the provincial government level?"

"What provincial government, just a section-level cadre in the district, just an ordinary family."

Jing Zeyang was completely dumbfounded: Holy crap, did this guy's ancestral grave smoke?

How high must this kid's methods be, and how handsome must he be, to be able to handle Ye Anning?

Even if he were a kept man, it was enough to make Jing Zeyang admire him.

If you don't believe it, go ask: among all the compound kids in Beijing, which family doesn't want to be kept by the Ye family?

The more astonished Jing Zeyang was, the faster his eyes rolled: Buddy, you're impressive?

I must pay my respects...

Thinking he was up to some crooked scheme, Qin Ruozhi pointed at him: "Keep your mouth shut, don't pull any crooked tricks. If you dare to ruin Anning's good thing, we'll skin you alive."

Jing Zeyang curled his lips: "Sister Ruozhi, do I look like I have a hole in my head?"

He could imagine how many people would trip up this Cousin Lin, or even cause trouble, if the news that Ye Anning was dating a boyfriend got out.

Just set up a trap, force a few drinks, or slip in some drugs, then find two girls and install a camera... this affair would be ruined even if it wasn't already.

Therefore, they had to find someone they could trust, someone who could offer a reminder when necessary and protect him at critical moments.

As these thoughts turned, Jing Zeyang patted his chest: "Rest assured, I guarantee I'll protect Cousin Lin well!"

He must be capable, otherwise he couldn't have chased Princess Ye. But no matter how Jing Zeyang thought about it, he felt the whole thing was too bizarre.

Who is Ye Anning? That woman is a living King of Hell; she can guess what bad things you're planning just by glancing at you.

Whether male or female, among this group that grew up together, who isn't afraid of her?

If he had to make a comparison, Jing Zeyang felt: even if the clay statues in the temple were to have worldly desires, Ye Anning would never be a lovesick fool.

Beyond his astonishment, he couldn't help but think crookedly: Could it be that this Cousin Lin has some extraordinary natural talent?

Seeing his eyeballs rolling around wildly, Qin Ruozhi sneered: "Lin Sicheng is a decent person, you had better behave yourself. If Anning finds out you are teaching him bad things, you can just wait to die!"

Jing Zeyang was unconcerned: Could a decent person manage to pursue Ye Anning?

Perhaps he knows even more than I do...

After chatting about some trivial matters, a broadcast voice came over the speakers: "Respected passengers, hello, the flight XXXX taking off from Xijing is about to land..."

Jing Zeyang perked up: "Here they come!"

As they spoke, the three of them got out of the car.

After waiting a little longer, the passengers filed out. Lin Sicheng followed a bit behind, chatting with Wu Hui as they walked.

Following behind were Fang Jin and Wu Hui's secretary.

Just as they reached the exit, Qin Ruozhi waved her hand: "Cousin Lin!"

Assuming it was someone arranged by Wang Qizhi, Wu Hui gave some instructions: "Rest today, let Lao Ma arrange things tomorrow, and we will have a meal together. You can officially report for duty the day after tomorrow..."

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Okay!"

Immediately, the two parties separated. After exiting the passageway, Lin Sicheng smiled and greeted them: "Sister Ruozhi, Sister Suxin, sorry for the trouble!"

"No trouble, no trouble at all!" The two waved their hands repeatedly, and Jing Suxin pointed at Jing Zeyang, "This is my cousin Jing Zeyang, one year older than you, just call him by his name. He happens to be on a long vacation, so let him be your guide during this time. He has a car; if you need to go anywhere, just call Zeyang at any time..."

"Sister Suxin, there is really no need..."

"There is, there definitely is!" Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Qin Ruozhi, "Otherwise Anning won't be at ease, and neither will we!"

Lin Sicheng paused.

With just one glance, Lin Sicheng could tell that this person was also a descendant of a prominent family.

Such a person could, of course, not be a mere guide or driver. He figured it must be that Ye Anning was afraid he might run into some accident.

He did not know what price had been paid, but Lin Sicheng genuinely felt it was unnecessary.

As these thoughts turned in his mind, he reached out his hand and smiled: "Hello, Brother Jing, my surname is Lin, Lin Sicheng!"

Jing Zeyang shook his hand and looked him over a few times.

He was indeed quite eye-catching, at least more upright, more spirited, and more handsome than himself.

He was also a bit taller than him, his build was neither fat nor thin, his features were handsome, and his eyes shone with light.

He did not know his personality yet, but he was neither humble nor arrogant, neither conceited nor boastful.

But what was strange was that, vaguely, he seemed to exude a certain 'vibe': is that the kind of vibe only true descendants of prominent families have?

It was not about his background, but his temperament.

He himself was a loafer all day long, so he certainly did not count, and his cousin and Qin Ruozhi barely touched upon it.

Ye Anning certainly counted, but adding her, there were only a handful of such people in the entire Beijing.

So, isn't it strange?

Just as he was secretly pondering, with a few "ding-a-ling" sounds, Jing Suxin fished her phone out of her bag: "Anning!"

"Yes, the plane was delayed, Cousin Lin just came out of the passageway, his phone probably hasn't been turned on yet."

"Zeyang is here too, I have already given instructions, you don't need to thank me, and certainly don't need to give any favors... Alright, I will pass it on to him later!"

After saying a few words, Jing Suxin handed the phone over: "It's Anning!"

Lin Sicheng took it: "Cousin Ye... Yes, just left the airport!"

"Right, we are together right now... but there is really no need, I am staying at the Shibo Building, I won't usually need a car. And Dean Ma has already made arrangements here..."

"Ah, go out for fun occasionally? How would I have time to play... um, alright, if I absolutely must go out, I will definitely call Brother Jing."

"Sigh, okay, thank you Sister Anning, sorry for the trouble..."

After just three or five sentences, Lin Sicheng handed the phone back. Qin Ruozhi and Jing Suxin busied themselves with having Jing Zeyang load the luggage, but Lin Sicheng insisted it was unnecessary and loaded the luggage into the trunk with Fang Jin.

They sat in the business van, started the engine, and drove onto the road.

The more Jing Zeyang thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

If they were boyfriend and girlfriend, shouldn't the way they addressed each other be more intimate: like calling her "Anning" or something?

Although the tone revealed closeness, he always felt this Cousin Lin was overly polite and overly courteous.

It was not that lovers could not say thank you, but the phrasing was definitely not like this.

The more he thought, the stranger it felt, and Jing Zeyang glanced through the rearview mirror.

Lin Sicheng had just turned on his phone and was making calls one by one: "Yes, Teacher, I just got off the plane. Sister Ruozhi, Sister Suxin, and Brother Jing picked me up... Teacher, no need to arrange a driver... Ah, the number has been sent over? Okay, if I have a need, I will call. Then sorry for the trouble, Teacher..."

"Teacher's wife, I'm sorry, I didn't know you wanted to bring things... because it was quite urgent, we took the plane directly from Taiyuan... sigh, okay, thank you, Teacher's wife!"

Jing Zeyang listened for a while, and the more he heard, the stranger it felt.

Judging by the tone, he should be talking to Wang Sanshu and Wang Sanshen. He could also tell that the two of them were indeed quite concerned about this student.

But the problem was, he did not feel any difference in this Cousin Lin's tone and attitude when speaking to these two compared to when he spoke to Ye Anning.

Just as he was secretly suspicious, the back of his chair was kicked by Jing Suxin, and Jing Zeyang collected his thoughts and focused on driving.

After about an hour, the car arrived at the destination.

Jing Zeyang tilted his head and looked through the car window: Wenbo Building?

"Cousin Lin, I work at the Ministry of Culture." Jing Zeyang looked curious, "But not here, at the Song and Dance Troupe."

Lin Sicheng nodded: "That is indeed quite a coincidence!"

Jing Zeyang gave a thumbs up: "That's quite impressive!"

He praised him with his mouth, but in his heart, he was thinking: This Cousin Lin must have been sent here by the school to study.

He didn't even need to guess: it was either arranged by Wang Sanshu or Ye Anning begged Wang Sanshen to arrange it. Otherwise, as a college student who just graduated, where would he get the qualifications to study at a Ministry?

Deputy Director Ma was not there, but he had specially arranged for people to receive him; the director of the Research Institute and the head of the College Office were waiting at the entrance, and both of them had brought their secretaries.

As soon as the car stopped and the door opened, the two secretaries were quick-handed and sharp-eyed in helping with the luggage.

The two leaders shook hands with Lin Sicheng, enthusiastic and joyful.

They were a bit too far away to hear what they were saying. Jing Zeyang also just assumed that their attitude was so good because they were giving face to Wang Sanshu and Wang Sanshen.

The reason was simple: Wang Sanshen's surname was Shan.

After exchanging pleasantries for quite a while, Lin Sicheng turned back to bid farewell to the three people in the car, saying he would treat them to dinner in the evening.

Ye Anning had given instructions that Lin Sicheng had many things to attend to on this trip to Beijing, and since Qin Ruozhi and Jing Suxin had seen with their own eyes at the last auction how busy Lin Sicheng could get when he was busy, they declined.

Both sides exchanged phone numbers, saying that when Lin Sicheng was not busy some other day, they would go out together again.

Jing Zeyang gave further instructions that if Lin Sicheng went out, he must call him.

Lin Sicheng nodded with a smile.

The two parties separated; Lin Sicheng entered the building, and the three siblings got into the business van.

Starting the engine, Jing Zeyang looked through the car window at Lin Sicheng's retreating back. Then, his eyes began to dart around again: "Sister, why do I feel like this Cousin Lin doesn't look like he's dating Sister Anning?"

"What do you know?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

From the left and the right came two angry rebukes, and Jing Zeyang's heart gave a violent jolt.

But he wasn't afraid; he was shocked: Haha... is the sky falling?

Jing Zeyang had just been trying to bluff, he hadn't expected the bluff to be spot on?

But if this were said out loud, who the hell would believe it?

Suddenly both shocked and suspicious, Jing Zeyang's eye sockets widened into two circles.

No wonder his cousin clearly had known Lin Sicheng for a long time, yet this was his first time hearing the name?

He had previously thought it was because they were afraid someone would cause trouble for this Cousin Lin, so they didn't dare make it public. After all that, it was only the first stroke of the character?

Precisely because of this, Ye Anning was even more worried: there were so many ambitious young masters in Beijing; if they intimidated him with a few words, this Cousin Lin would probably wet his pants.

And dating? What the hell would he dare to date?

He turned his neck stiffly, his face full of an expression like he had seen a ghost: "No... what is Sister Anning after?"

Qin Ruozhi was stunned for a moment, her expression changing: "Jing Zeyang, are you looking to die?"

Jing Suxin also reacted: "Drive your car!"

Following the two angry rebukes came two "smack" sounds: one slap on the left and one on the right, both landing squarely on his head.

But Jing Zeyang seemed to have been shocked into losing his pain receptors: Heavens?

Even the Yama Ye has fallen for a love-struck brain?

(End of this chapter)