Chapter 1729

Ximen Wudi pressed further.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fu replied calmly: "You know, back then, I was a soldier; all my skills were meant to avoid sacrificing too much for a political career."

"... But things are different now, Little Uncle. You're the chairman of the Lin Group now—anything you want to do, you can accomplish! Why cling to the past? You're a respected business elite now; you don't need to tie your life to a marriage, nor depend on anyone else to survive."

Ximen Wudi said with deep earnestness.

"But I love her—there's no doubt about it. She and I are perfectly matched."

"Little Uncle, you..."

Ximen Wudi gritted his teeth and said: "If that's the case, then you can't respect her or give her any promise—don't you know this will hurt her?"

At these words, Lin Fu froze slightly.

"Momo, you don't understand—between her and me, it's fate without destiny. The age gap is too great; I don't want to hold her back."

"Then let time reverse—put me and Lin Chen together, and you'll like her too?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fu fell silent.

He had thought the same before—but reality is often cruel; sometimes destiny is already sealed, and between him and her, there is never any possibility.

Seeing this, Ximen Wudi's eyes flickered with faint disappointment.

She had thought her little uncle was a man of responsibility and courage, but she never expected he could also be fearful, could also hesitate.

"Momo, I know you care for me—but we're not on the same path!"

After a long silence, Lin Fu spoke slowly.

"You are you, she is she—how can you equate them?"

Upon hearing this, Ximen Wudi asked coldly:

"I..."

"Enough. Let's drop this matter—I'm leaving!"

Saying this, Ximen Wudi stood up, grabbed her bag, and left the living room.

"This girl is getting more and more disrespectful!"

Lin Mu sighed.

Hearing this, Lin Fu said nothing, only silently drank tea.

After leaving the Lin residence, Ximen Wudi felt deeply unsettled.

She had thought her marriage to Little Uncle would proceed smoothly, but she never expected such resistance.

Watching the snowflakes drifting in the sky, Ximen Wudi felt a pang of sorrow.

Since childhood, she had longed for a father and a mother—but heaven stubbornly denied her this wish.

Her biological mother had long died; her father had already formed a family. Though she didn't know who his current wife was, Ximen Wudi knew he must deeply love his son's wife.

Yet now, before she and Little Uncle were even married, such a twist had appeared.

"Momo, are you alright? Why do you look so troubled?"

A gentle voice sounded beside her ear.

At the sound, Ximen Wudi snapped back to awareness and turned to see Shen Qingfeng.

"Shen Brother."

Hearing her, Shen Qingfeng walked to Ximen Wudi's side, gazed at her softly, gently stroked her head, and said: "Is something troubling you? Tell me—I'll help you fix it."

Hearing these words, Ximen Wudi was slightly stunned.

She hadn't expected Shen Qingfeng to be so considerate.

"No."

"Really no? Why do I feel you're hiding something?"

"I'm not!"

Ximen Wudi rebutted.

"If not, why are you always frowning?"

Shen Qingfeng asked.

At these words, Ximen Wudi lowered her eyes.

"Actually, it's nothing major!"

Ximen Wudi whispered.

"Mm—no matter what it is, don't burden yourself. I'm here."

"Thank you, Shen Brother!"

"Fool! I'm your friend—whom else would I care for?"

"Heh..."

"Come on, I'll walk you back to campus!"

Shen Qingfeng smiled slightly and said.

"Okay!"

Back in her dorm, after a hot shower, Ximen Wudi lay on her bed, thinking about what Little Uncle had just said.

"Could it be... Little Uncle doesn't want to marry Little Auntie?"

Ximen Wudi suddenly remembered that when Lin Fu mentioned his little aunt just now, his tone was very firm and certain. It seemed he truly did not want to marry his own little aunt.

Thinking of this, Ximen Wudi could not help but sigh — the world really was small, that she and her little uncle should meet at such a moment.

"Sigh, if you don't want to, then don't want to!"

"Forget it, never mind about little uncle."

Ximen Wudi said to herself.

Then she turned over, preparing to continue sleeping.

But just after closing her eyes not long, she suddenly opened them again, looking toward the door with a complicated gaze, not knowing what she was thinking.

……

On the other side, the Lin family villa.

In the first-floor living room, Lin Fu sat on the sofa, his brows tightly knit.

"Dad, is what you said true? You're not planning to take our Lin family's assets?"

Across from Lin Fu sat a middle-aged man, dressed in a sharp Western suit, looking at Lin Fu with a respectful face as he asked.

Hearing this, Lin Fu shook his head and said, "No, it's not that I don't want the money, it's just that I'm a bit troubled right now!"

Saying this, he paused, raised his head to look at the man opposite, and said, "You should know my character — I can't bring myself to do something that goes against my principles."

"Then what do you mean…"

The man's expression was somewhat surprised.

"Your sister, Ximen Wudi — she likes a boy named Qin Haoyu. I think this should have something to do with you lot, right!"

"Th… yes, yes, that's right."

"So, you don't want Momo to be together with Qin Haoyu?"

Lin Fu stared straight at the man and asked.

Hearing these words, the man hurriedly lowered his head.

Of course he did not want his precious daughter to be together with Qin Haoyu.

After all, the Qin family's power was vast — if they formed a marriage alliance with them, their Lin family would surely soar to great heights.

Only now, his little daughter was unwilling to listen to his persuasion — what could he do about it?

"Don't you lot very much hope your daughter will marry into a wealthy family? I can help you. As long as you're willing to agree, I guarantee the position of young madam of the Qin family will be Momo's!"