Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Just as the secretary was about to say that he didn't know what the young master was doing, Mr. Jiang's elder brother's phone rang.

He gestured for his secretary to wait a moment, and then answered the phone first.

"Your son is determined to kill Feng Yao. I just stopped him. Tell me, should I become his accomplice, or should I knock him out and tie him up?"

"I can't persuade you anymore, you figure it out yourself!"

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Nie sounded devastated.

Jiang's father: "..."

The child was quiet, but sure enough, he was up to no good.

There are countless ways to mess with Feng Yao, but this brat just had to choose the dumbest one.

Mr. Jiang frowned, thinking very seriously—his son seemed to be stupid, really.

"Say something! What do we do?"

Jiang's father pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to come up with a reason to persuade Jiang Zong to behave himself.

Just then, he heard Nannan's voice again, but this time it came from Lao Nie's mobile phone.

"Brother? Oh, what a coincidence to run into you! I'm starving! Will you come with me to eat? Come on, come on, I want hot pot..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, almost like she was being coquettish.

The sound faded into the distance, and the sounds behind it became inaudible.

"Hey, I'm not going, you two eat..." Uncle Nie's voice came, clearly speaking to Lin Ting.

After a while, Uncle Nie said to Mr. Jiang on the other end of the phone, "You don't need to think of anything. Ting'er has brought Xiao Zong home."

Mr. Jiang breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Okay, then it's alright. Nannan will talk him out... Go buy him a book on criminal law and make him memorize it all in one day."

Uncle Nie wiped his sweat, but said, "Alright, I'll just let Monk go buy it. Just say that he asked my son to memorize it; that'll be more effective than what you say."

Jiang's father: "...?"

It feels a bit wrong.

But I can’t tell.

……

Home.

Lin Ting walked behind, then turned around and locked the door from the inside.

Facing Jiang Zong's tense face, she put her hands on her hips and said fiercely, "What were you trying to do just now?"

Since they met, Jiang Zong has never seen Lin Ting give him a cold shoulder.

He pursed his lips slightly, looked at her, and said nothing.

Lin Ting tilted her head and grinned at him: "Speak!"

Jiang Zong paused for three seconds, then honestly replied, "Kill him."

Lin Ting really, really, really wanted to punch him.

But when he raised his hand, he discovered—

It's a real shame that her face is so swollen from the injection.

But if she has her hand raised and there's nowhere for it to land, she'll feel awkward.

And so, Lin Ting's aggressively raised hand landed lightly on Jiang Zong's collar...

I helped him fasten the button that had come undone during his struggle with Uncle Nie.

"Are you stupid? Why would you risk your life fighting him?"

Lin Ting sighed softly, her tone unconsciously softening.

She lowered her eyes, smoothed out his shirt, and then slowly looked up into his eyes, saying, "I'm fine. Besides, if you really killed him, wouldn't you have to pay with your life? If you die, I...I..."

He paused, unsure how to continue.

Jiang Zong looked down at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "If he doesn't die, you'll be in great danger."

He knew, of course, that murder was punishable by death, but...

Feng Yao has clearly lost his mind; every day he lives is a day in danger.

If someone absolutely has to get hurt, then he should choose to sacrifice himself.

Lin Ting's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, lowered her hand, stared into his eyes, and replied, "I'm afraid of him? Don't worry, he'll be heading straight to the police station as soon as he leaves the hospital."

Jiang Zong's brow remained furrowed; he was still very worried about Tingting.

Feng Yao might go to jail, but how could the Feng family let Lin Ting, who indirectly caused the downfall of their two sons, go unpunished?

Although Jiang Zong didn't say it, he understood it very well.

“Brother, you can’t be hurt.” Lin Ting suddenly had a flash of inspiration and found a reason to convince him and herself, “You have to protect me.”

Jiang Zong pinpointed the flaw in her words: "I was trying to protect you, but you stopped me."

Lin Ting: "..."

"Have I ever told you that I'll hit someone when I'm speechless?"

Jiang Zong shook his head truthfully: "No."

Lin Ting smiled slightly and patted him on the shoulder: "Now you know."

"Oh, I see."

"Sweetie, go get the hot pot."

"it is good."

Lin Ting sat down on the sofa like an old man, watching Jiang Zong bustling around in the kitchen like a little bee, and suddenly remembered: "Don't you need to keep an eye on the stock market today?"

Jiang Zong paused, his hand holding the charcoal stilled, and shook his head: "I'm not in the mood."

He was watching it at first, but after hearing about Lin Ting's accident, he lost interest.

He earns money for her.

If something happens to her, what's the point of him making money?

Lin asked doubtfully, "Weren't you locked in a fierce battle? If you suddenly withdraw, can A-Jin handle it?"

Jiang Zong finished setting up the charcoal and honestly shook his head: "I don't know."

Lin Ting: "..."

His... best friend's brain is a bit out of control.

……

After dinner, Jiang Zong made a phone call to A Jin in his study.

Lin Ting wanted to hear how his business was going from his phone conversation, but he was too concise and his tone was too calm, so she couldn't tell whether he had made a profit or a loss.

However, she realized that the person who was targeting him had not succeeded.

Lin Ting breathed a sigh of relief, closed the study door for him, and then went to work in the living room.

Zhang Liang was called over by her. As soon as he entered the door, he said, "Boss, Yang Libo just called me to ask about the situation here. He also said that if needed, he has a lot of tough guys under his command and can send troops at any time—that's his exact words."

Lin Ting was taken aback: "Huh? The news has already spread to Shanxi Province?"

"No, not yet. It was a former employee of the mining company who has some connections in Beijing. I heard about it from him."

Their mining company was originally seized by Lin Tingsheng. The original owner had close ties with the Feng family. Now that the company had changed hands, upon hearing that the old associates were now at odds with the new owner, the old employee hesitated for only three seconds before telling Yang Libo the news.

Lin Ting nodded thoughtfully and smiled: "I really didn't expect this to be such a pleasant surprise... Here's what I'll say, Brother Liang, you should tell Boss Yang to have that person keep in touch with the Feng family."

It's just a matter of hammering in a nail; it's not much trouble.

Zhang Liang instantly understood Lin Ting's meaning, but he had some concerns: "Boss, the Feng family must have known for a long time that the mining company is now yours. If we ask him to inquire about information... I'm afraid it might be false, right?"

"Fake news can be very useful sometimes."

A meaningful smile played on Lin Ting's lips, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Liang, as was his habit, didn't question her and nodded: "Okay, I'll take care of it in a bit."

"Well, there's something else."

Lin Ting clutched her chest, her brows furrowed slightly, and lowered her voice with a serious expression: "Tomorrow, use Yue-jie's ID to register me. Don't go to the city hospital; I need to have a heart checkup... Don't tell anyone."

Zhang Liang was startled: "Boss, what's wrong?"

Lin Ting rubbed her chest: "I had heart palpitations just now, I'm probably sick."