TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 112
by VolareChapter 110: Zhuo Huaimo’s formidable opponent
Pushing open the main house’s doors, Zhuo Huaimo clearly sensed that the atmosphere was off.
The butler stood in the entrance hall, giving Qi Yanwang a meaningful look with a grave expression.
“Third Young Master, the master is waiting for you in the reception room.”
The butler lowered his voice, “Miss Lin is also here.”
Qi Yanwang paused, immediately shielding Zhuo Huaimo behind him: “You go back to your room first.”
“Stop right there!”
The Old Master’s voice came from the reception room, “All of you, come in here!”
In the reception room, the Old Master sat upright in the main seat, with a young woman in a Chanel suit standing beside him.
The woman was about twenty-five or six years old, with exquisite makeup. Her eyes lit up noticeably when she saw Qi Yanwang.
“Yanwang-gege,”
She took a step forward, “I’ve been waiting for you all day.”
Qi Yanwang was expressionless: “I told you I wouldn’t see you.”
“Nonsense!”
The Old Master slammed the table heavily, “The Lin family’s girl flew all the way back from Switzerland specifically, and this is the attitude you give her?”
“Grandpa,”
Qi Yanwang’s voice was as cold as ice, “I thought we had a deal.”
The Old Master sneered: “A deal for what? A deal for you to bring a man back to enrage me to death?”
Miss Lin appropriately reddened her eyes: “Grandpa Qi, don’t be angry. Yanwang-gege is just temporarily confused…”
“Miss Lin,”
Zhuo Huaimo suddenly spoke, “The color of your nail polish is very pretty.”
Everyone was stunned.
Miss Lin subconsciously looked at her newly done manicure—bright red nail polish inlaid with crushed diamonds, glittering under the light.
“Thank you.”
She answered reflexively, then realized something, and her face turned ugly.
Zhuo Huaimo smiled: “But this kind of red is easy to make one look old. You can try a coral color next time.”
He turned to the Old Master, “Uncle Qi, it’s getting late, I’ll go back to my room to rest first.”
The Old Master narrowed his eyes, about to speak, but Qi Yanwang had already grabbed Zhuo Huaimo and turned around: “I’ll take you.”
In the hallway, Qi Yanwang gripped Zhuo Huaimo’s hand tightly: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she would come.”
“It’s okay.”
Zhuo Huaimo said softly, “I understand.”
Behind them came the sound of shattering porcelain and Miss Lin’s sobs.
The Old Master roared: “Qi Yanwang! Get back here!”
Qi Yanwang pulled Zhuo Huaimo upstairs without looking back.
As soon as the bedroom door closed, Zhuo Huaimo collapsed on the sofa.
Qi Yanwang knelt on one knee in front of him, cupping his face: “Look at me.”
Zhuo Huaimo looked up and found Qi Yanwang’s eyes were red.
“I have nothing to do with her.”
Qi Yanwang’s voice was hoarse, “Those photos are all from when we were little. The Lin family and our family are old friends…”
“I know.”
Zhuo Huaimo interrupted him, “I believe you.”
The sound of a car starting came from downstairs.
Qi Yanwang walked to the window and saw Miss Lin getting into the car in tears.
The Old Master stood at the door, looking grimly at the second-floor window.
“She’s staying in the guest room tonight.”
Qi Yanwang drew the curtains, “I’ll send her away first thing tomorrow morning.”
Zhuo Huaimo suddenly smiled: “Did you two play well together when you were little?”
Qi Yanwang frowned: “I don’t remember. Many people like me, but I only like you!”
Late at night, Zhuo Huaimo leaned against the headboard, watching Qi Yanwang pace anxiously around the room.
“Grandpa won’t give up easily.”
Qi Yanwang rubbed his temples, “The Lin family controls the shipping lanes in Northern Europe, and he’s always wanted to…”
“I understand.”
Zhuo Huaimo patted the spot beside him, “Come lie down for a while.”
Moonlight filtered through the yarn curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
Zhuo Huaimo stroked Qi Yanwang’s hair absently, and suddenly said, “Actually, Miss Lin is quite pretty.”
Qi Yanwang looked up and glared at him.
“I’m serious.”
Zhuo Huaimo smiled, “If I were straight, I might be tempted.”
“Zhuo Huaimo!” Qi Yanwang gritted his teeth and pounced on him, “Are you doing this on purpose?”
The two of them wrestled together, finally lying on the bed, panting for breath.
Qi Yanwang turned on his side and hugged Zhuo Huaimo: “Let’s just go back to China tomorrow.”
“No.”
Zhuo Huaimo shook his head, “At least we have to attend the Old Master’s birthday banquet.”
Qi Yanwang was silent for a moment: “I’m afraid they’ll make things difficult for you again.”
“With you here, I’m not afraid.”
Zhuo Huaimo turned to face him, “And…”
He winked slyly, “I think it’s quite fun to make Miss Lin leave in anger.”
Qi Yanwang chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose: “You’re so mischievous.”
When the morning sun shone through the yarn curtains, Zhuo Huaimo was standing in front of the closet, picking out a tie.
Just as his fingers touched a navy blue silk tie, a chuckle came from behind him.
“That one doesn’t suit you.”
Miss Lin leaned against the door frame, tapping with a coral-colored nail polish coated finger, “Too old-fashioned.”
Zhuo Huaimo withdrew his hand: “Miss Lin is up early.”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
Miss Lin walked in, deliberately bumping him with her shoulder, “The thought of some people being a cuckoo in the nest makes me so angry that I can’t sleep.”
She picked up the tie and held it against her neck: “This is Yanwang-gege’s favorite color. He said he would only let me tie it for him…”
“Is that so?”
Zhuo Huaimo smiled, “But he clearly used this tie to tie my hands last night.”
Miss Lin’s face turned pale instantly.
She threw the tie on the ground violently: “Shameless!”
“Miss Lin!”
The butler hurried over, “The Old Master invites you to breakfast.”
In the dining room, the Old Master was reading the newspaper.
Seeing Zhuo Huaimo enter, he only raised his eyelids: “Sit down.”
Miss Lin immediately sat down next to the Old Master: “Grandpa Qi, I want to eat the crab roe buns you mentioned last time.”
“Okay, okay.”
The Old Master rarely smiled, turning his head to instruct the kitchen, “Prepare crab roe buns for the Lin girl.”
The waiter served Zhuo Huaimo a bowl of plain porridge, with only a dish of pickles as a side dish.
Miss Lin covered her mouth and giggled: “Director Zhuo must be maintaining his figure, right? It’s so good to eat so lightly.”
Zhuo Huaimo stirred the porridge leisurely: “Yes, after all, unlike some people, who can still get hyaluronic acid injections even when their faces are round.”
“You!” Miss Lin slammed her chopsticks down.
“Enough.”
The Old Master frowned, “Eat in silence, don’t speak while eating. Everyone, eat quietly.”
When Qi Yanwang came downstairs, he saw this scene—Zhuo Huaimo sitting alone at the end of the long table, with only a bowl of plain porridge in front of him.
And Miss Lin was intimately serving the Old Master food, with a table full of delicate pastries in front of her.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
Qi Yanwang went directly to sit beside Zhuo Huaimo, pushing his own breakfast over, “Eat mine.”
The Old Master placed his teacup down heavily: “Yanwang, mind your manners.”
“Grandpa,”
Qi Yanwang didn’t even raise his head, “Huaimo has a bad stomach and can’t just drink plain porridge.”
Miss Lin suddenly reddened her eyes: “It’s my fault, I didn’t consider Director Zhuo’s health…”
“Miss Lin doesn’t need to blame herself.”
Zhuo Huaimo smiled, “After all, you don’t even know that your own fiancé is allergic to mangoes, so how would you remember other people’s dietary restrictions?”
The dining room fell silent instantly.
The Old Master looked at Miss Lin sharply: “You gave Yanwang mangoes to eat?”
“I, I didn’t know…”
Miss Lin looked at Qi Yanwang in a panic, “Yanwang-gege is allergic to mangoes?”
Qi Yanwang sneered: “What are you pretending for? Last year at the family banquet, you insisted on giving me mango pudding, causing me to go to the hospital. Have you forgotten about that?”
Miss Lin’s tears came as she pleased: “I really forgot at the time…”
“How lively.”
Qi Linyuan’s voice came from the door. He was wearing a silver-gray suit today, and the gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses swept over everyone, “Miss Lin, why are you crying?”
“Linyuan-ge!”
Miss Lin rushed over as if she had seen a savior, “Director Zhuo, he…”
“What’s wrong with Director Zhuo?”
Qi Linyuan adjusted his glasses, “Did he bully you?”
Zhuo Huaimo put down his napkin: “Director Qi is exaggerating. We’re just exchanging our dietary habits!”
“Exchanging dietary habits?”
Qi Linyuan sneered, his gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses as sharp as a knife, “Then how did you make Miss Lin cry?”
Miss Lin sobbed appropriately, lightly dabbing the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief: “Linyuan-ge, it’s my fault.”
“So, are you now speaking up for your younger brother’s fiancée as his older brother?”
Qi Yanwang’s lips curled slightly, and he picked up his coffee and took a sip.
Thinking his wife is really amazing, hitting the nail on the head!
“You!”
Miss Lin was so angry that her fingers trembled, the carefully manicured nails almost digging into her palms.
“Enough.”
The Old Master placed his teacup down heavily, “Say less, both of you.”
The restaurant fell into an eerie silence.
Qi Yanwang put the peeled boiled egg into Zhuo Huaimo’s bowl: “Eat some protein.”
This action made Miss Lin’s eyes red again.
Seeing this, Qi Linyuan suddenly spoke: “Director Zhuo, I heard you’re looking for investment for your new movie?”
Zhuo Huaimo raised his eyes: “Director Qi’s information is really well-informed.”
“How about…”
“No need for how about,”
Qi Yanwang interrupted, “I have my own plans for my wife’s movie!”
The Old Master put down his teacup heavily, giving the butler a look: “Help me take a walk in the garden.”
The butler immediately understood: “Master, it’s time for your medicine.”
Once the two elders left the table, the atmosphere in the restaurant instantly became tense.
“Director Zhuo has good methods.”
Qi Linyuan pushed his glasses, “You drove the Old Master away with just a few words.”
Zhuo Huaimo stirred his coffee leisurely: “Not as good as Director Qi, who has to interfere even in his own brother’s marriage.”
Miss Lin suddenly slammed the table and stood up: “What are you! What right do you have to enter the Qi family’s door?”
“Miss Lin,”
Zhuo Huaimo chuckled, “If your voice is any louder, the Old Master will hear you.”
Qi Yanwang suddenly stood up, looking down at Miss Lin condescendingly: “Now, immediately, get out of my house.”
“Yanwang-gege!” Miss Lin’s tears came as she pleased, “How can you…”
“Do I need to repeat myself?” Qi Yanwang’s eyes were cold.
Qi Linyuan grabbed Miss Lin: “Third, watch your manners.”
“Big brother should take care of his own manners first.”
Qi Yanwang sneered, “Sending people to follow us, installing cameras in the greenhouse, and now bringing an outsider to make a scene—is that your manners?”
Qi Linyuan’s face changed suddenly: “What nonsense are you talking about!”
“The driving recorder captured everything clearly.”
Zhuo Huaimo shook his phone, “Want to see your assistant’s black Mercedes?”
Miss Lin suddenly screamed: “You’re all ganging up on me!”
She grabbed a dining knife and threw it at Zhuo Huaimo.
Qi Yanwang was quick-witted, catching the dining knife: “Miss Lin, intentional injury is punishable by imprisonment.”
Seeing this, Qi Linyuan suddenly smiled: “Interesting.”
He straightened his tie, “We’ll see.”
After saying that, he dragged the crying Miss Lin out of the restaurant.
Zhuo Huaimo breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing that his palms were covered in sweat.
Qi Yanwang hugged him: “Scared?”
“No!”
Zhuo Huaimo shook his head, “I think your brother likes her quite a bit. Why doesn’t the Old Master let them be together?”
“Big brother doesn’t like her, he likes her family’s power!”
“You don’t like it?”
Qi Yanwang hugged him, kissing him, “I like you!”
“Will your brother team up with her to deal with you?”