After being reborn, I refused to be a sucker, and my whole family was dumbfounded.

Chapter 566

Xu Miaomiao took a deep breath, leaned against the headboard, and gently untied the ribbon of her bathrobe.

Her robe slipped down, revealing her soft, white shoulders and slender waist.

The room was so quiet that only her breathing could be heard, and a faint rose scent filled the air.

"President Lin..."

Xu Miaomiao bit her lower lip, her breathing gradually quickened, and her hand movements also accelerated.

Her bathrobe slipped completely off, revealing Xu Miaomiao's slender curves.

The room's soft light bathed her, casting a delicate glow upon her.

Meanwhile, a remote village was shrouded in darkness.

The dirt roads in the village were full of potholes, and several skinny mongrel dogs lay lazily by the roadside.

Occasionally it would look up and bark a few times, then listlessly lower its head again.

The air was filled with the smell of cooking smoke, mixed with the scents of earth and livestock, creating a somber and oppressive atmosphere.

Lin Ling's convoy stopped at the village entrance. The several black cars looked particularly conspicuous on the dirt road, attracting the attention of several villagers who peeked out.

Lin Ling got out of the car, wearing a low-key yet exquisitely tailored black suit.

A section of white shirt peeks out from the cuffs, clean and crisp, exuding an outstanding temperament.

Lin Ling stood in front of a dilapidated brick house, his gaze sweeping over the mottled wooden door and crooked door frame, his brows furrowing slightly.

The exterior walls of the house were riddled with cracks, and a few shriveled ears of corn hung under the eaves.

In the small courtyard in front of the house, there were some odds and ends piled up, and a dilapidated bamboo chair leaned alone against the wall.

The room was dimly lit, with the light coming through the windows so faint it looked like it might go out at any moment.

Lin Ling raised his hand and knocked on the door. The wooden door made a "thump-thump" sound, and a thin middle-aged woman came out.

She was wearing a faded floral shirt, and her hair was tied up messily at the back of her head.

His face was sallow, and his eyes showed a sickly weariness.

The middle-aged woman was taken aback when she saw Lin Ling: "Who are you looking for?"

Lin Ling smiled slightly: "Hello, Auntie. My name is Lin Ling. I am the older brother of Xu Miaomiao's boyfriend."

“She and Cheng Fa are busy with their studies and don’t have time to come back, so I came to see you and Uncle on their behalf.”

Upon hearing this, the woman narrowed her eyes and sized him up.

Her gaze swept over Lin Ling, from his gleaming leather shoes to his obviously expensive suit, finally settling on his handsome yet aloof face.

The woman frowned, a hint of probing in her voice: "You're Miaomiao's boyfriend's brother? What do you do for a living?"

“Our Miaomiao is beautiful, and many people are pursuing her. We have always hoped that she can find a rich man.”

Her words were blunt, revealing a petty, bourgeois mentality.

The man standing behind her pushed the wheelchair out; it was Xu Miaomiao's father.

His hair was thinning, and his face was weathered and worn.

He was wearing an old sweater with frayed edges on the cuffs.

He glanced at Lin Ling and echoed in a hoarse voice, "Yes, Miao Miao is a beautiful girl. We've told her for a long time that she should find a rich man so she can live a good life."

"You seem like a good young man. How much money do you have?"

Lin Ling stood at the door, his gaze sweeping over the couple, a barely perceptible sneer flashing in his eyes.

He had long expected Xu Miaomiao's parents to be like this.

A typical lower-class citizen, narrow-minded, with his mind preoccupied with how to climb the social ladder.

Lin Ling didn't rush to answer, but just smiled faintly.

"Uncle and Aunt, I know Miaomiao is the apple of your eye. She's doing well now, and I came here this time to do my part to show my filial piety."

Mr. and Mrs. Xu exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with suspicion.

Xu's mother pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Filial piety? That's a nice way of saying it. Our family has suffered for so many years, and we've never seen anyone really help us."

“If your family didn’t have some real skills, Miaomiao wouldn’t have taken a liking to your brother.”

Her words carried a hint of sourness, clearly indicating that she had doubts about Lin Ling's identity.

Lin Ling ignored her sarcastic remarks and simply clapped her hands lightly.

Footsteps sounded outside, and five or six bodyguards in black suits filed in, each carrying large and small bags of gifts.

They moved quickly and professionally, without any hesitation, and efficiently arranged the items in the courtyard one by one.