In the midst of Lan Yiqing’s stiff smile, Lin Mubai coldly said, "Miss, we’re not very familiar, are we? Please address as Mr. Lin or Chairman Lin. I really can’t take being called Brother Mubai—if my wife knew and misunderstood, it wouldn’t be good."
Young Master Lin’s voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for everyone to hear, which made one imagine the colorful scene of An Yuya’s complexion at the mont—it was undoubtedly spectacular.
Growing up, she had indeed been embarrassed before, but never as humiliated as at this mont. After all, being a woman, her psychological endurance was sowhat weak. An Yuya bit her lip tightly and stood in place, stubbornness and unwilling hate filling her eyes.
There’s a saying: the deeper you love soone, the deeper you hate them. At this mont, An Yuya truly started to hate. Why could this man in front of her hurt her so recklessly, just because she loved him?
Tears spun in her eyes for a long ti but never fell.
Several tis she wanted to ask questions, but lacked the courage to shout, because sotis the answer was clear to oneself, yet acting upon it was so difficult. She found that she still couldn’t do it.
Just when the atmosphere reached an unprecedented tension, An Ruiyang began to speak so smoothing words: "Mu Bai, I forgot to introduce you. This is my granddaughter. You t when you were young. You probably forgot. Back then, Yu Ya always followed you around calling you Brother Mubai and said she wanted to marry you when she grew up. Over these years, she’s always rembered you fondly; you probably just forgot."
Lin Mubai listened to his words with a half-smile, secretly cursing in his heart, "Old fox."
Just with this simple statent from the old man, the plan he had painstakingly arranged was disrupted, not to ntion he was labeled as childhood friends with An Yuya, further implying that she had harbored deep feelings for years, whereas he, Lin Mubai, was portrayed as soone who could cleanly forget even his childhood friends.
To say he wasn’t angry would be false, yet at this mont he couldn’t tear into the old fellow completely. Lin Mubai could only keep pretending, then he casually glanced at An Yuya and continued, "So Miss An is Mr. An’s granddaughter. My apologies; as they say, won change greatly in eighteen years, and it’s been so long, my mory isn’t great. I hope Miss An won’t mind."
After montarily addressing An Yuya, his sharp gaze fell back on An Ruiyang, appearing indifferent: "Mr. An, long ti no see."
An Ruiyang nearly shouted back, "You nearly angered to death on the phone the other day." But he held back, maintaining the sa half-smile. "Young Master Lin is now quite the talented youth of B City; rembering , this old-tir, is truly an honor."
"Mr. An, you joke." Lin Mubai promptly shifted the subject: "Mr. An, let introduce soone to you. This is Mr. Rocky, the current Executive President of Nanqi Group. Mr. Luo, this is Mr. An. There’s sowhat of a connection between you two."
"Really?" Rocky feigned curiosity, echoing Lin Mubai’s words, though in his heart he had cursed this man a thousand tis over.
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