Chapter 442: Where Did This Assistant Come From?

Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming took the bags and walked toward the pantry nearby.

Li Zhen and Li Xinfang carried the shoeboxes and followed behind.

Upon reaching the door, the two handed over the boxes and waited outside.

Several classmates stared intently, following the figures of the two.

Li Xinfang was naturally beautiful and had a good figure, but when standing next to Li Zhen, she always felt a bit inferior.

It was not about their features or looks, but the aura that emanated from them.

One was lively, one was gentle, one was sharp-tongued, and one was intellectual.

Men are born with a desire to conquer, and pitying the weak is an instinct; naturally, they would make comparisons.

After watching for a few moments, Yang Jin looked curious: "These two are here to deliver clothes, but with the wedding about to start, where is Lin Sicheng going?"

"Probably short on a Best Man and was dragged in to fill the numbers!" Luo Shengyuan replied, frowning as he looked at Xu Boqing, "Have you seen this woman before?"

Xu Boqing shook his head.

He knew what Luo Shengyuan was asking: driving a car like that, specifically to deliver clothes to Lin Sicheng—what was the relationship between this woman and Lin Sicheng?

The key was: who was this woman, and what kind of background did she have?

To be honest, Xu Boqing really didn't know.

Since they were planning to scheme against Lin Sicheng, they certainly had to investigate what needed investigating, such as his background and relationships. Therefore, the two were certain: among Lin Sicheng's relatives and friends, there was absolutely no one with such capabilities.

So, was she his partner?

But at the end of August, Lin Sicheng returned from his internship out of town, and the two had a meal at a restaurant outside the school. At that time, Xu Boqing had asked Lin Sicheng if he was seeing anyone, and Lin Sicheng said no.

Only two months had passed, and he had suddenly started dating the daughter of a billionaire?

Of course, it was also possible that the car was borrowed.

But then he thought: it didn't even have license plates yet; one look and you could tell it had been bought only three or five days ago. A multi-million dollar item, still with that "new car" smell—who would just lend that to someone else?

While they were guessing wildly, Ning Hui looked surprised: "Could this person be Lin Sicheng's girlfriend?"

No one spoke; the atmosphere was indescribably strange. In that first moment, the image of the two girls just entering the door surfaced in everyone's minds: upon seeing Li Xinfang, Gu Ming had grinned broadly, while Li Xinfang had rolled her eyes, but whether laughing or glaring, their faces were filled with the heat of a romantic affair.

Lin Sicheng was relatively calm, and the girl was quite natural; the two just exchanged a simple sentence.

But everyone could see that the two were extremely familiar and understood each other perfectly.

But that wasn't the point; it was what happened afterward: when she saw Lin Sicheng's father, the girl was clearly a bit uneasy and unnatural.

If she were just a relative or an ordinary friend of Lin Sicheng, what was there to be nervous about?

The more they thought about it, the more they felt: this girl was definitely Lin Sicheng's girlfriend.

As these thoughts swirled, several boys opened their eyes wide and looked subconsciously. They didn't just look; they even compared her to He Yunzhi, who was standing nearby.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but they always felt that He Yunzhi was a bit inferior.

It wasn't that she wasn't pretty enough, but the charm that emanated from this girl's every word, every smile, and every gesture: gentle and intellectual, natural and effortless.

Looking at He Yunzhi, anyone with a brain could tell whether her innocence was natural or acted.

He Yunzhi was very smart; you couldn't get into the University of Science and Technology of China's gifted youth class if you weren't. She could guess with her toes why these classmates were looking at her: you are the "ex-girlfriend," this one is the current girlfriend—don't you have to compare them?

For a moment, He Yunzhi was furious, but she wasn't angry at these classmates; she was angry at Lin Sicheng: no wonder he was so cold to her when they spoke just now; so he had climbed up to a high branch?

Got money, huh? Money is worth nothing...

Cursing secretly in her heart, she forced a smile: "Why are you all looking at me?"

"Nothing!"

He Zonghua shook his head, feeling quite uncomfortable inside.

First, he felt that Lin Sicheng had hit the jackpot.

Second, he was a bit annoyed with He Yunzhi: didn't you say you weren't interested in Lin Sicheng? Then why are you jealous?

As these thoughts turned, he forced a smile: "Lin Sicheng is something else, managed to pull off something big without a sound?"

Jia Chun curled her lips: "It's not certain yet, is it?"

"Right!" Ning Hui nodded, "Could also be a relative, or a college classmate."

But their intuition said it was impossible: who would leave their clothes with a relative or a classmate?

Although they thought this way, for some reason, everyone simultaneously had a thought: what if?

They just felt that if Lin Sicheng really had started dating a girlfriend from an incredibly wealthy family, it would be more painful than killing them.

While they were guessing wildly, the small door was pushed open, and Gu Ming walked out wearing a suit.

He looked decent enough, and the clothes fit well; if it were just him, one would certainly have to offer praise.

But as soon as Lin Sicheng came out, the feeling was: the one behind was the young master, and Gu Ming, who came out first, was at most a bodyguard.

Too tall, too sturdy, and dark.

After glancing a few times, the classmates sighed in unison: Lin Sicheng was still that same Lin Sicheng; regardless of anything else, just based on this physical appearance, few people could compare.

No matter how much Jia Chun had an opinion of Lin Sicheng or how much she held a grudge, she had to admit that this pretty boy was truly handsome: tiger-backed, wasp-waisted, with long legs, and brows and eyes that looked like they were painted on.

Thinking secretly, she glanced at He Yunzhi again and laughed inwardly: Stunned, aren't you? Regretful, aren't you?

It was too late for regrets.

Just as she was gloating, seeing that He Yunzhi's expression wasn't right, she subconsciously turned her head:

Not far away, right at the door of the pantry, Lin Sicheng was slightly bowing his head, and that girl was tying his bowtie.

After tying it, she stood on tiptoe, smoothed out his upturned shirt collar, and helped Lin Sicheng tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

The two were extremely close, face to face, and could even feel each other's breath.

Watching Li Zhen's face slowly turn red, Lin Sicheng sighed: "Senior Sister, did Sister Xinfang teach you that?"

Li Zhen's face turned even redder: "No... no!"

As if.

As long as he was at school, Lin Sicheng would spend all day and night in the laboratory; where would he find the time to manage his personal image?

It wasn't exactly disheveled or unkempt, but at the very least, it was weathered and sloppy.

The key was that the leaders loved to come for visits, and seven or eight times out of ten, they would only call to notify him when they were almost there. Whenever this happened, it was always Li Zhen and Xiao Yuzhu who helped him tidy up.

So, since they did this sort of thing often, why didn't he blush at the time?

Lin Sicheng shook his head and looked at Li Xinfang beside him. The latter avoided her gaze, her eyes Floating.

Looking at Gu Ming behind them: this dog of a man was acting like a thief, looking left and right, glancing all around. He was terrified that the next second, Ye Anning would suddenly pop out from some corner.

If Ye Anning knew that it was he who had instigated Li Xinfang and taught Li Zhen to be so intimate with Lin Sicheng in front of so many people, that woman could tear him into pieces.

Lin Sicheng didn't know what to say.

Li Zhen took out his watch again and helped him put it on. Lin Sicheng said casually, "Senior Sister, since you're here, don't be in a rush to leave. Stay for the banquet before heading back. The same goes for Boheng..."

Li Zhen's eyes flickered slightly: "Is that really okay?"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "What could be wrong with it? Just give a gift, right?"

Li Zhen pursed her lips: You know full well that isn't what I meant.

Lin Sicheng mentioned giving a gift, but he wouldn't let her pay out of her own pocket; the Center would reimburse it.

Besides, her salary alone was four or five thousand a month now, and that wasn't even counting subsidies and bonuses; how much could a gift cost?

She was talking about Ye Anning, but Lin Sicheng wouldn't take the bait, pretending to be oblivious.

Glancing at him, Li Zhen said nothing more.

Seeing that Lin Sicheng was ready, Zhao Da stood up and walked out. Lin Sicheng called him back: "Boheng, what are you doing?"

Zhao Da held up the Maybach car keys: "Master, I'm going to get the car, aren't I?"

Lin Sicheng praised him inwardly: Good disciple.

"Boheng, if I drive this car today, my cousin will hate me for a lifetime..."

"Ah?" Zhao Da was stunned for a moment before he realized: his master was going to be a Best Man today, not the groom.

"Sit here for a while and wait for the banquet. We'll take the Santana..."

"Master, let me drive. Don't wrinkle your suit!"

Lin Sicheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm just a Best Man, driving a beat-up Santana, and I still need to bring a dedicated driver?"

Zhao Da gave a silly laugh: It really wasn't very appropriate.

"I understand, Master, I'll stay here!"

"Good!" Lin Sicheng nodded, then glared at Gu Ming: "What the hell are you looking around for? Let's go!"

Gu Ming grumbled, his eyeballs rolling around. After walking a few steps, he gave Li Xinfang a wink. The latter gave a slight nod, meaning she understood.

Lin Sicheng felt something was wrong and stopped instinctively. Then he turned around and looked at this pair.

Gu Ming kept a straight face, looking very serious, while Li Xinfang looked calm and smiled at him.

They were acting quite convincingly, but these two were definitely not thinking of anything good.

Lin Sicheng pondered for a moment and looked back: "Sister Xinfang, don't sit at my classmates' table. I'll have my brother-in-law rearrange it for you..." Before he even finished speaking, Li Xinfang was stunned, her eyelids fluttering: No... how did Lin Sicheng know what I was going to do?

Gu Ming grinned, as if he had a toothache: Of course he guessed it.

But this dog of a man guessed with such pinpoint accuracy, as if he could tell fortunes?

"Let's go!" Lin Sicheng punched him, "You dog, I'll settle the score with you when I get back!"

Gu Ming stiffened his neck: "I didn't do anything, what score are you settling with me?"

Lin Sicheng: "Heh heh~"

The two of them traded punches and blows, chasing each other out of the banquet hall.

Shortly after, the Santana drove away from the entrance.

Watching the receding taillights, Li Xinfang looked as if she had been frightened: Gu Ming had said before that Lin Sicheng could not only appraise antiques but even appraise people. Roughly speaking, one look at you and he could determine: whether you were a good person or a bad person, and whether you were a friend or a foe to him.

He could even deduce your intentions and purpose after just a few words with you.

She had always thought Gu Ming was bragging... but until just now...

Li Xinfang looked astonished: "Assistant Li, does Teacher Lin... have telepathy?"

Li Zhen was stunned for a moment: "Sister Xinfang, how is that possible?"

"Then what was that about just now?"

Li Zhen suppressed a laugh: "It's just that he knows Gu Ming too well, and Gu Ming was acting like a thief, winking at you! He just had to guess a little, and he figured it out..." Was that really it?

Li Xinfang was half-believing: Even if Lin Sicheng understood, he only understood Gu Ming; how could he guess what I was going to do?

Just as she was thinking wildly, Chen Wenchang walked over and said he would take them to their seats.

The two of them handed the clothes Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming had changed out of to Zhao Da, told him to put them in the car, and then followed Chen Wenchang forward.

Just halfway there, a voice came from the side: "Hello, Dr. Li!"

Li Xinfang turned her head instinctively: Not far away, across the aisle, a man with a crew cut was looking at her.

After Li Xinfang had just graduated, she had worked at a pet hospital; this person must be calling her. But she didn't remember recognizing this person. Just as she was recalling, Xu Boqing smiled: "Last month, my father and I went to your shop and bought two Copper Coffins."

Li Xinfang had a vague impression: If it were buying other things, she really might not have been able to remember.

But Imitating the Ancients Copper Coffins didn't sell more than a few a year. And she did all the bookkeeping for the shop, so even if she couldn't remember the person, she could match the records: the one who bought the Copper Coffins, was his surname Xu?

And this person just said it was his father?

Li Xinfang recalled for a moment, then smiled appropriately: "Hello, General Manager Xu!"

Xu Boqing nodded and pointed to the table in front of him: "We are all classmates of Lin Sicheng and Lin Siping. There are only a few of us in total, so it definitely won't be full. Would Dr. Li like to join us?"

Seeing that the two didn't move, he smiled again: "After Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming come back, they will definitely sit at this table too. Adding them, ten people will be just right. We're all young people, it'll be livelier!"

What, Lin Sicheng's classmates?

She took a closer look: Wasn't that the very table Gu Ming had secretly pointed out to her?

Li Xinfang's heart stirred, and she rolled her eyes again: Lin Sicheng had indeed said not to let her and Li Zhen sit at his classmates' table. But since they had run into acquaintances, and clients at that, surely it wouldn't be a problem to exchange a few words?

Thinking this over secretly, Li Xinfang smiled: "Assistant Li, shall we sit here for a while?"

Li Zhen looked at her with deep meaning, then nodded: "Alright!"

The two walked over quite openly. Whether intentional or not, Ning Hui and Jia Chun shifted to the side.

Then, Li Xinfang sat next to Ning Hui, and Li Zhen sat next to He Yunzhi.

Before they had even sat down, several people began to compare: this one was a bit taller than He Yunzhi.

Moreover, her figure was also a bit better.

The key was that she was bare-faced, wearing absolutely no makeup, yet she was still this beautiful?

Looking back at He Yunzhi's carefully made-up face, several classmates exchanged secret glances.

From a distance before, it felt like this person just had a more outstanding temperament. But sitting together, they realized that whether it was her features, appearance, or even her figure, this person seemed to be a cut above He Yunzhi in every way?

It wasn't just them comparing; He Yunzhi herself was also comparing: she held her waist straight, tried hard to puff out her chest, and wore a faint smile on her face. Seeing the slightly strange expressions of the few, Li Xinfang roughly guessed the reason and sneered inwardly: compared to Li Zhen, what do you have to compete with?

If you don't believe it, go ask: whether it's the school teachers, Lin Sicheng's friends, or even his relatives and parents, who doesn't say Li Zhen is beautiful, has a good temperament, and an even better personality?

Aside from family background, in every other aspect, who isn't on par with Ye Anning?

Although no one had said it explicitly, everyone knew: if not for Ye Anning, Li Zhen would absolutely be the perfect match for Lin Sicheng.

Just as she was thinking this, a waiter came to pour tea, and He Yunzhi took the opportunity to wink at Ning Hui.

The latter understood in a second, feigning a bit of curiosity as she looked at Li Zhen: "Big sister is so pretty, you must be a relative of Lin Siping's family, right?" This "big sister" sounded quite disgusting. Li Xinfang curled her lip and was just about to snap back, but Li Zhen gave a slight shake of her head, meaning she could handle it. Then, Li Zhen smiled slightly: "No, I am Lin Sicheng's Assistant!"

The crowd was stunned in unison: what on earth?

Lin Sicheng was still in graduate school, only a Graduate Student Year One this year; where would he get an Assistant from?