103: Lin Xia's worries

Evening,

Lin Xia's apartment.

When Li Zhan knocked on the door,

Lin Xia was wearing a loose beige loungewear set.

Water droplets were still dripping from the tips of her hair; she had clearly just finished bathing.

She naturally took Li Zhan's trench coat and briefcase.

Noticing that Li Zhan seemed a bit off today,

she lightly tapped her fingertip against his furrowed brow. "What's wrong? Did something happen at the company?"

"It's nothing."

Li Zhan rubbed his face,

walked straight to the living room sofa, and pulled her into his arms.

"There's a bit of an issue with that plot of land in Nancheng.

I'm thinking of a way to solve it..."

Lin Xia pulled him down to sit on the sofa. "A project from your real estate company?"

"Yeah.

It used to be a project Ninth Master's side followed, but now it's mine.

There was supposed to be a government-organized land auction at the end of the month..."

Li Zhan buried his face in the crook of her neck, which smelled of fresh shampoo.

"The Municipal Bureau of Land and Resources has blocked our auction eligibility."

Lin Xia was stunned. "The Land Bureau?

If your documentation is complete,

they wouldn't block it for no reason..."

She cupped Li Zhan's face. "Did you offend someone?"

"I suppose so.

I had some friction with the son of the city's Vice Mayor Liu previously."

Li Zhan played with the tips of her hair nonchalantly. "People outside call him Young Master Liu... I assume he's using some petty political tricks."

As soon as he finished speaking,

he clearly felt the delicate body in his arms suddenly tense up.

Lin Xia quickly turned around, pressing herself against his chest.

"Who knows that annoying person..."

Her voice was muffled, carrying an imperceptible tremor.

If she didn't know him, how did she know he was annoying?

Li Zhan narrowed his eyes but didn't ask further.

Inhaling the jasmine scent from her hair, he changed the subject.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook for you."

"Hot pot!"

Lin Xia looked up, her eyes sparkling. "The dipping sauce you mixed last time..." Li Zhan laughed and pinched the tip of her nose. "I knew you'd want hot pot."

Lin Xia patted away his mischievous hand.

"By the way, how is that matter you mentioned last time... about consolidating the legitimate assets?"

Li Zhan let Lin Xia stand up and headed toward the kitchen.

"Lawyer Jiang's side has almost finalized it.

The paperwork for the new company should be ready by next week."

Lin Xia followed closely behind him like a clingy kitten.

"That's great. It happens to be my grandfather's birthday in a few days... That way, I can introduce you to my family officially."

She wrapped her arms around Li Zhan's waist from behind. "My mom has been nagging for so long... saying that in a few years, no one will want me."

"How is that possible?

How could my beautiful Lin Xia be unwanted..."

Li Zhan turned and patted her pert bottom, then took a roll of fatty beef out of the fridge.

"You're that eager to take me to meet your parents?"

Lin Xia pressed her face against his back and didn't respond.

Under the warm yellow light of the kitchen,

their shadows overlapped as if they were an ordinary young couple.

Only her hand, clutching the hem of Li Zhan's shirt, tightened again and again unconsciously.

Outside the window,

the night in Dongguan grew darker... Late at night,

only a single dim bedside lamp remained on in the bedroom.

Lin Xia's sweat-dampened skin was pressed against Li Zhan's chest,

her hair messily scattered over the crook of his arm.

She lifted a leg to drape it over Li Zhan.

"A-Zhan..."

She suddenly looked up, her finger drawing circles on Li Zhan's chest.

"You've never asked about my family situation."

Li Zhan lowered his head and kissed her sweat-dampened forehead.

"No matter what your family does, you are my woman."

His rough palm stroked her smooth back.

"Since that's the case, what does it matter whether I know or not?"

Lin Xia's eyes suddenly reddened.

She propped herself up and gave Li Zhan a heavy kiss on the lips.

"My family... is a bit different."

Her voice was muffled. "But it doesn't matter.

If they don't agree, I'll elope with you!"

Li Zhan was amused by her childish words and rubbed her messy hair with his large hand.

"Silly girl,

didn't you say you wanted your family's blessing?"

His thumb brushed past the corner of her reddened eyes. "Don't worry, I'll handle them..."

Lin Xia, however, hugged his neck tightly.

The worry in her eyes did not dissipate.

"They really are different..."

She bit her lower lip. "My parents divorced early, but neither remarried... The ones we're going to see this time are from my mother's side.

Most of them are in the political sphere.

You need to be mentally prepared..."

Li Zhan felt the tension in her body.

With a roll, he pinned her beneath him.

"Don't overthink it..."

He lowered his head to kiss her trembling lips.

"Even if I have to go through hell and high water, I'll..."

Lin Xia suddenly responded intensely.

...Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains,

casting their entwined shadows onto the wall... ——

The next morning,

Futian, Shenzhen, Luxury Residence.

Sunlight poured into the living room.

Miss Yang was doing stretches on a yoga mat.

Although she wasn't very tall,

her perfectly proportioned figure was exceptionally alluring wrapped in tight sportswear—

Her full breasts pushed against her sports bra, creating a breathtaking curve.

Below her slender waist were rounded, pert buttocks.

Her pair of jade legs, though not long, were straight and well-formed, gleaming like pearls in the morning light.

She was currently in a downward-facing dog pose.

The rounded line of her buttocks tightened with the movement, and beads of sweat slid down her snowy-white neck,

pooling into a small puddle in the deep hollow of her collarbone.

Droplets from the tips of her hair flew off with her movements, splashing into tiny water flowers on the floor.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

"Sister?"

Miss Yang straightened up.

Her chest rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing.

She jogged to open the door.

Her pert buttocks, encased in tight leggings, trembled slightly with her steps like two ripe peaches.

However, she saw her sister standing outside the door with a pale face,

clutching a gallery brochure tightly in her hand—the edges had already been squeezed into wrinkles.

"They came again..."

Her sister's voice trembled, her exquisite makeup unable to hide the dark circles under her eyes.

"They said you must give an answer today, or else..."

She couldn't go on,

only unconsciously rubbing a bruise on her arm.

Miss Yang's chest tightened.

She took her sister's hand and found it ice-cold.

That bastard was clearly coming for her,

yet he laid hands on her sister... It was truly despicable and shameless to the extreme.

In the mirror,

she saw that her tightly bitten lower lip had turned white.

"Fine..."

She suddenly spoke, but her voice was as light as a sigh. "Tell them I agree."

Her sister snapped her head up. "But—"

"I will go to Tiger Gate to meet him on the day of the underground boxing match."

Miss Yang turned and walked toward the walk-in closet,

her back held ramrod straight.

The woman in the mirror slowly curled her lips.

Her crescent-shaped eyes no longer held a sweet smile, but rather a resolute, cold light.

She wouldn't let that bastard get his way just like that, even if... Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows,

casting the sisters' shadows onto the marble floor.

One was frail and trembling, the other upright as a pine.

No one would have thought

that this washed-up singer, known for her sweetness,

was currently planning a dangerous gamble...