Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

Lin Xiaoyan's lips suddenly curled into a wicked smile, completely different from his usual gentle demeanor.

"How could Wanwan not need me?" He grabbed Shen Feiwan's bare ankle and gently rubbed the inside of her ankle with his thumb. "You're so playful. After you grew up, you went to study and travel, and you rarely stayed with your parents, right?"

He looked up and stared straight at Shen Feiwan. "I guess you don't know that your teacher's wife has angina, do you?"

Shen Feiwan was taken aback, her pupils contracting slightly.

My mother actually has angina? She really didn't know that; no one had ever told her!

Lin Xiaoyan looked at her expression with satisfaction, "During the investigation, your wife suffered an episode of angina, but she was taken to the hospital in time and is now fine."

After he finished speaking, he continued to slowly and methodically put on Shen Feiwan's high heels. "That's right, even if you don't marry me, I do intend to help Number Three bring down the Zou family. But what if my teacher's wife gets agitated during the investigation, and there happens to be a traffic accident or something similar on the way to take her to the hospital? Wanwan..."

Lin Xiaoyan looked up into Shen Feiwan's eyes and said, "After all, you never know which will come first, an accident or tomorrow. I don't need to tell you that, do I?"

"Lin Xiaoyan!" Shen Feiwan practically spat out those three words through gritted teeth.

She tried to break free by kicking her feet, but was firmly held in place by the man's iron-like hands.

Lin Xiaoyan forcefully slipped the high heels onto her feet, the veins on the back of his hands bulging from the force. "Don't waste your energy, Wanwan."

Shen Feiwan was so angry she laughed; she couldn't move her legs, but she still had her hands.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she fiercely raised her right hand.

With a sharp "smack," a crisp slap landed on Lin Xiaoyan's face.

Shen Feiwan's slap was very powerful; Lin Xiaoyan's head was knocked to the side, and his teeth grazed the inside of his lip, drawing blood.

He slowly turned his head, pressed the tip of his tongue against the inside of his mouth, and chuckled softly, "The second time. This is the second time Wanwan has slapped my face. Did you enjoy it?"

He suddenly released Shen Feiwan's ankle, then grabbed her wrist and brought his left cheek close to hers. "Come on, hit me again, until you're happy."

Shen Feiwan glared fiercely at Lin Xiaoyan, "Even if I beat you to death, it wouldn't be enough to vent my anger! I never expected you to become like this. What you just said is no different from murder."

“Of course there’s a difference.” Lin Xiaoyan looked at Shen Feiwan, a cruel yet alluring smile playing on his lips. “What I just said were accidents. Accidents and murder, what’s the difference? Do I need to teach you the literal meaning of those words?”

"...You disgust me!"

"Disgusting?" Lin Xiaoyan suddenly pulled Shen Feiwan closer, their breaths mingling. "You have to marry me even if you're disgusted! You have to share a bed with me even if you're disgusted! I can't bear to let you go."

His nose was almost touching hers, and his voice was extremely low, "If I were in hell, I would drag you down with me. Besides, this isn't hell, Wanwan, I can give you everything, the very best of everything."

He had barely finished speaking when a series of regular knocks sounded at the door.

Immediately following was his secretary's slightly anxious voice, "Mr. Lin, time is running out."

It was indeed getting late. Lin Xiaoyan glanced at his watch and suddenly pulled Shen Feiwan up.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Even if I don't want the mining rights to those three rare earth mines, I still want to keep you by my side. Make sure nothing else happens tonight. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that something might happen to your wife."

"Let go!" Shen Feiwan stared at him, struggling to free her wrists. "I can walk by myself."

“Of course I know you’ll leave on your own,” Lin Xiaoyan sneered, his fingers tightening, “but I’m going to lead you by the hand.” His eyes darkened. “Wanwan, I’m very angry right now, so don’t provoke me.”

Shen Feiwan's chest heaved violently, but she still managed to suppress her anger.

Lin Xiaoyan pulled her to open the door and go out. The secretary waiting outside immediately stepped forward when he saw the two of them. His gaze paused slightly when he saw the bloodstains on the corner of Lin Xiaoyan's lips, and then he quickly handed her a clean tissue.

Lin Xiaoyan didn't take it. He turned his head and locked his eyes on Shen Feiwan. "Let her come. Whoever made it is responsible."

The secretary hesitated, but had no choice but to turn to Shen Feiwan.

Shen Feiwan glanced at the tissue in her secretary's hand, then looked at Lin Xiaoyan provocatively, and finally slapped the tissue to the ground.

Lin Xiaoyan looked at Shen Feiwan and suddenly smiled.

His eyes were fixed on Shen Feiwan as he raised his right hand and slowly removed his glasses from the bridge of his nose with his slender fingers.

The next second, he suddenly grabbed the back of Shen Feiwan's head with his left hand and leaned down to kiss her.

Shen Feiwan was disgusted by his approach, and suddenly raised her right hand, slapping his left cheek. Lin Xiaoyan was not giving up, grabbing her chin with his right hand and lowering her head again, but Shen Feiwan slapped his right cheek with her left hand.

"Lin Xiaoyan! What the hell are you doing?!"

Lin Xiaoyan seemed not to feel any pain and lowered his head for the third time. This time, Shen Feiwan used both hands to push him away completely.

After a few rounds, Lin Xiaoyan's cheeks were covered in obvious red marks, and Shen Feiwan's lipstick was also smudged by him.

The secretary, who was standing nearby, witnessed this scene and was caught in a dilemma.

Only after the commotion between them subsided did he steel himself and remind them, "President Lin, it's really too late."

He offered her a tissue again, but Shen Feiwan snatched it and vigorously wiped her lips.

The secretary had no choice but to take another sheet and hand it to Lin Xiaoyan, saying cautiously, "Mr. Lin, your face... perhaps you should put on some makeup to cover it up."

"Hmm." Lin Xiaoyan knew it wouldn't be proper for him to go on stage and give a speech like this. He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Bring another lipstick."

As he spoke, he stared at Shen Feiwan's lips, "I'll give her some nourishment too."

The secretary immediately turned to Shen Feiwan, "Miss Shen, do you have a preferred color?"

Shen Feiwan ignored her.

Lin Xiaoyan sneered, "Change your address. From now on, call her Madam. Bright red suits Madam very well. Go and do it."

"Madam?" Shen Feiwan found it amusing and curled her lips in a mocking smile. "It seems you really enjoy making things difficult for others. Working with you must be very painful."

"Want to know?" Lin Xiaoyan gripped Shen Feiwan's fingers tightly. "Want to know? Why don't you go and ask your husband's men if they're suffering?"

"open."

"I won't let go, I'll never let go in this lifetime."

"Then cut off my hand and stick it on your hand."

Lin Xiaoyan smiled without speaking, then suddenly tightened his grip, so forcefully that Shen Feiwan felt pain.

Lin Xiaoyan held Shen Feiwan's hand tightly until they entered the main venue of the annual meeting.

He held Shen Feiwan's hand the whole way, and under the curious gazes of everyone, he pressed her down into the seat next to him.