Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

"No...no...can you take me with you?" Lin Qinghuan asked.

Human beings are gossipy and like to join in the fun.

He Yanlang put one hand in his trouser pocket, turned around and teased, "Okay, let's go."

He motioned Lin Qinghuan to come over. He knew, of course, that she didn't dare to go, and she couldn't show up either.

If He Yanlang remembered correctly, Lin Qinghuan was socially phobic. On the computer screen, more than a dozen people instantly crowded into He Yanyu's room, and she was so scared that she couldn't say a word.

"I was just saying that." Lin Qinghuan waved his hand, "Go ahead."

Really, why did she say this? Saying that she was going made her sound like a gossip, even a little despicable, or gloating.

In a sense, her relationship with He Yanlang was not quite right. It was secretive and could not be seen in public. It was no different from the two people in bed on the computer screen.

She remembered the feeling of being caught in bed with someone. She was angry, ashamed, and socially devastated. She wanted to jump out of a window or crawl into a crack in the ground and never see the light of day again.

"She...is she looking for your brother in order to avenge you and me for what you did to me?"

He Yanlang laughed angrily. What kind of train of thought was Lin Qinghuan? It sounded like she even felt a little guilty. However, it was not surprising that her train of thought could lead her to ask such a weird question.

To get revenge on a man for sleeping with another man?

You punish yourself for other people's mistakes and hope to get mercy. He has the heart to hurt you, and yet you still expect mercy afterwards. How much is mercy worth?

How can someone who doesn't love himself expect others to love him?

"Baby, we are not saintly." He raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose. "Ouyang Ling has been with He Yanyu abroad for a long time. She has slept with more men than the handsome guys you have ever seen. Even your hands and feet combined are not enough to count them."

Lin Qinghuan opened his mouth in surprise. No wonder He Yanlang despised her. Who could tolerate that his fiancée, his future wife, was a sea king?

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you to come back." Her tone really sounded a bit like that of He Yanlang's little lover.

No future.

I'll wait for you to come back? He Yanlang pondered over this sentence carefully and felt happy listening to it, as if they were really a young couple.

He walked back three or four steps, then pulled Lin Qinghuan into his arms, resting his chin on her head, "Say it again."

"Ah?" He wanted her to say something, and asked tentatively, "I'll wait for you to come back?"

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

He was always the one who took the initiative. He took the initiative to kiss her, hug her, and run towards her.

He Yanlang reluctantly let go of Lin Qinghuan.

26th floor.

Lin Shen was standing at the door waiting for He Yanlang. When he saw He Yanlang coming, he followed him consciously.

Two men in suits stood guard outside the door, looking at each other, not knowing whether to let He Yanlang in. Lin Shen behind He Yanlang was a world-class Sanda champion, so it wouldn't be a problem for him to beat seven or eight of them, let alone two of them.

"Second Young Master?" The two men were tactful and just greeted him.

He Yanlang didn't respond indifferently. Lin Shen opened the door for him. After the door opened, he walked straight inside.

Ouyang Ling and He Yanyu had already put on their clothes, but were still blocked on the bed by He Yanlang's men and couldn't get out.

"Are they all here?" He Yanlang asked casually, glancing at the people around him indifferently.

He Xiaoyan and Liu Yayun looked very unhappy at the moment. They thought they were here to catch He Yanlang committing adultery, but unexpectedly they caught their own son and Ouyang Ling, the woman the old man had chosen for He Yanlang.

"Yan Lang, listen to your uncle."

"Uncle, shut up. You have no right to speak here."

"You..." He Xiaoyan held his chest, "Ahem..."

Liu Yayun pulled He Xiaoyan, saying that they were in the wrong, and He Yanlang was a man with a sharp tongue. He would indiscriminately attack anyone who provoked him.

As everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, He Yanlang sat down leisurely on the sofa, opened his hands, and casually leaned on the back of the sofa, crossing his long legs, "Come on, let the person involved tell us."

It looked like interrogating a criminal.

Ouyang Ling had already put on her clothes, tears already welled up on her face. She was really good at pretending to be pitiful. She wiped her tears on the bed, "Brother Lang, it was Yan Yu who forced me to do this. He forced me to do this. If I didn't obey, he would...he would..."

When He Yanyu heard this, his eyes fell on Ouyang Ling. Damn, she was so kind when she was happy, but now she is so mean.

What a bitch, he puts all the blame on himself when something goes wrong.

"So what?" He Yanlang asked with interest, his face indifferent, "Can't tell?"

He looked at He Yanyu again. He also looked pitiful with a few tears on his face. "Second brother, it was her, Ouyang Ling who seduced me..."

"I didn't!" Ouyang Ling screamed, "You obviously forced me to do it, He Yanyu."

"I forced you? I think you were the one who forced me very hard. Everyone knows that you, a fickle woman, have studied abroad for a few years, and you are extremely coquettish inside and out." He Yanyu said sarcastically.

Ouyang Ling was not to be outdone, she stretched out her claws to grab He Yanyu's face, "You are the same, you studied abroad for a few years, had sex with both men and women, and went to the hospital several times, so many times that everyone in the family knew about it."

The two were already wrestling on the bed, and He Xiaoyan and Liu Yayun and his wife stepped forward to separate them.

"Mom and Dad... It hurts so much... It hurts so much... Help... This woman is crazy..."

He Yanyu couldn't beat Ouyang Ling.

Useless things, He Yanlang was really a little tired of this farce.

He stood up and his eyes fell on Ouyang Xun in the corner again.

Ouyang Xun didn't dare to say a word from beginning to end. Seeing He Yanlang's eyes set on him, he knew he couldn't escape, so he took the initiative to step forward and explain.

"Yan...Yanlang, my sister is immature. I will tell my grandfather and father when I go back to cancel the marriage...cancel it?" He has always known that He Yanlang doesn't like Ouyang Ling.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, you idiot." He Yanlang walked up and patted Ouyang Xun's shoulder. This was what his father Ouyang Fu called him when he cleaned up the mess for him last time.

Now, He Yanlang also calls him that.

Just like he was Ouyang Xun’s father.

Lin Shen tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth and stared at Ouyang Xun vigilantly. He was really afraid that Ouyang Xun would lose control of his temper and punch his master.

"You can't even stand up properly in a company of idiots, and you came all the way from Longcheng just to watch this? Ouyang Hao should really thank his father for giving him such an idiot brother. He doesn't even need to use his brain to deal with you. Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." He Yanlang shook his head, expressing deep regret.

The veins on Ouyang Xun's clenched fists were throbbing, but he still had a smile on his face and was submissive.

"At least, you can endure it." He Yanlang added casually, then turned around and walked towards the door.

"Brother Lang, Brother Lang..." Ouyang Ling rushed out of bed and ran over to grab He Yanlang's hand.

He Yanlang turned his head and stared at her. Her outstretched hand froze in mid-air and shrank back, not daring to pull again. "Please, don't cancel the engagement, okay? I really like you. Let's be even, okay? Okay, I forgive you for the last time with..."

With just one sentence, He Yanlang reached out and grabbed Ouyang Ling's neck.

"Cough cough..." Ouyang Ling felt her breathing stagnate, and desperately clasped He Yanlang's hand, "Lang... cough cough..."

"Young Master?" Lin Shen reminded.

He Yanlang let go of her hand, and Ouyang Ling fell to the ground. He forced a smile and said condescendingly, "If you bring up that incident again, I'll send you to a mental hospital."

"Brother Lang..." she cried, she really wanted to be his bride, his wife, even if he didn't love her.