ebookland Chapter 267 Now it's not up to you.
Chapter 267 Now it's not up to you.
Shen Feiwan met Lin Xiaoyan's gaze without flinching, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly as she raised an eyebrow in a defiant manner.
A hint of gloom flashed in Lin Xiaoyan's eyes, and he laughed in exasperation.
But he was always calm and collected. He looked at Shen Feiwan, chuckled softly, and then turned to the middle-aged man and said calmly, "Secretary Chen, you flatter me. She is right. I am still in the pursuit stage."
The middle-aged man nodded knowingly, "Miss Shen is so beautiful and has such a strong personality, Chief Engineer Lin will have to step up his game."
“Of course.” Lin Xiaoyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “It’s a major life event, and I can’t live without her, so I have to work hard.”
Lin Xiaoyan had intended to make it semi-public, not to hide anything, so his voice wasn't low. Many people around heard him say that Shen Feiwan was his fiancée, and they also heard Shen Feiwan embarrass him in public.
Many people are already secretly observing the two of them.
At this crucial moment, Shen Feiwan showed no intention of helping Lin Xiaoyan out of the predicament. Instead, she looked at Lin Xiaoyan's distinguished guest and nodded slightly in apology.
"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom. Please excuse me."
After saying that, she turned and left, drawing stares from everyone.
Lin Zhenhua called his son aside, his brow furrowed, "What are you all up to? What nonsense are you spouting?"
Lin Xiaoyan's gaze still followed the departing figure. He frowned and said, "It's just a little girl throwing a tantrum. She'll be fine after a little coaxing."
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As soon as Shen Feiwan came out of the bathroom after washing her hands, she was met with Lin Xiaoyan's gloomy gaze.
The Lin family's annual meeting was held, and they booked all these floors of the hotel. The women's restroom on this floor was almost never used.
Lin Xiaoyan's tall figure blocked the bathroom doorway, staring intently at Shen Feiwan, exuding an irresistible sense of oppression.
“There’s still some time.” Shen Feiwan glanced down at her watch, her tone casual. “What, you seem eager to talk to me.”
Lin Xiaoyan's eyes were filled with darkness. He suddenly sneered and grabbed Shen Feiwan's wrist, pulling her forward.
He was very strong, and Shen Feiwan was pulled forward and staggered, even losing one of her high heels.
"Let go!" Shen Feiwan struggled. "I can't walk!"
The next second, the world spun around, and Lin Xiaoyan had already picked her up in his arms.
His arm muscles were tense, and his voice was terrifyingly low, "If you can't walk, then don't walk. Your brother will carry you."
He took long strides, turned around, opened a door, and carried Shen Feiwan inside.
This is also a lounge, but it's a bit smaller than the previous one.
Without even turning on the lights, Lin Xiaoyan tossed Shen Feiwan onto a sofa.
Then, with a loud "bang," the door was slammed shut.
At the same time, the crystal chandelier in the room suddenly lit up, making Shen Feiwan squint.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Lin Xiaoyan loosen his tie and take off his suit jacket, which he then casually tossed onto another sofa.
He approached Shen Feiwan step by step, "Why? Why did you suddenly say those things? Aren't we getting married soon? How come you're not my fiancée anymore, huh?"
He braced himself against the back of the sofa with one hand, trapping Shen Feiwan in a small space. "Didn't we agree on something?"
"Wanwan, you can be a little temperamental with me, you can throw a tantrum, you can provoke me verbally, and I can tolerate all of that."
He leaned down, his long, slender fingers suddenly gripping her chin, his voice turning abruptly cold, "But if you want to back out, don't even think about it!"
"What, are you angry?" Shen Feiwan looked up at Lin Xiaoyan, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Now you're not going to pretend to be my gentle, loving brother anymore, are you?"
She raised her hand and brushed away Lin Xiaoyan's fingers that were pinching her chin. "Is it because I made you fail to express your feelings in front of Secretary Number 3? You were in such a hurry to abandon the Zou family's daughter and marry me to show that person, but I didn't give you face, so you got angry."
Lin Xiaoyan frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"You're not an idiot, so don't play dumb with me." Shen Feiwan sneered. "Aren't you determined to get the mining rights to those three rare earth mines?"
"Heh," Lin Xiaoyan paused for a moment, then tilted his head and chuckled. When he turned back, his eyes were full of amusement. "You really are still that troublesome little girl. Since you already know all this, why do so much useless work? So what if you know? Like that time with the teacher, if you had just come and coaxed me, I could have let the teacher go home. Why did you have to go through all that trouble to investigate yourself?"
"Not going to investigate?" Shen Feiwan interrupted him, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. "How am I supposed to know you and Number Three were planning to target the Zou family if I don't investigate?"
She shoved Lin Xiaoyan away abruptly. "If your mother continues to associate with the Zou family's daughter, taking her to look at wedding dresses and buy wedding rings, what will the Third person think of you?"
Lin Xiaoyan's eyes suddenly darkened.
Shen Feiwan continued, "Now your only option is to bring down the Zou family. What they did to the Shen family is a stain on the Zou family's reputation. Do you really think I don't know? Lin Xiaoyan, now—"
Shen Feiwan parted her red lips slightly, speaking slowly and deliberately, "It's not up to you."
Lin Xiaoyan's chest heaved violently. He stared at Shen Feiwan, his eyes churning with complex emotions: anger, helplessness, and a hint of barely perceptible frustration.
He didn't even answer the phone when it rang; instead, he hung up immediately.
Shen Feiwan glanced calmly at her watch. "The annual meeting is about to start, and you'll probably need to give the opening remarks," she said, looking up. "The secretary on the third is watching. Are you going to be absent?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Lin Xiaoyan's phone rang again.
This time, he answered the phone. "I'll be right there. Go to the women's restroom on this floor and get the high heels you left in the hallway. I'm in the lounge diagonally across the street."
After giving the instructions, Lin Xiaoyan hung up the phone.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door.
Lin Xiaoyan turned to open the door, and when she came back, she was holding a high heel.
The lost silver satin high heel looked exceptionally small and delicate in his large, well-defined hands.
He held the high heel and suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of Shen Feiwan.
Just as he was about to help Shen Feiwan put it on, she pressed the tip of her other high heel against her chest.
"I don't need you," Shen Feiwan said coldly.