13: The Yandere Warlord's Substitute Bride 13

Without an invitation, one could not enter the inner grounds of the Lantern Festival.

General Fu, as the commander, would certainly attend, and he would bring Wen Ci with him.

Duan Lin, as a representative of the Chamber of Commerce, would also be invited, but only Wen Yan had no way to enter the inner grounds.

If she didn't have an invitation, she wouldn't be able to get in at all, let alone see General Fu, much less let General Fu witness Wen Ci's disgusting and ugly appearance.

So she could only go to Duan Lin and beg him to take her in.

As his dance partner.

When Wen Yan went to find Duan Lin, she saw a scene similar to the last time, and she angrily wrung her handkerchief tightly.

Duan Lin was lazily leaning back in a chair, with a singer in a Western dress in his arms, his fingertips ambiguously caressing her exposed shoulder, the two chatting idly, appearing particularly harmonious.

Wen Yan was almost furious.

She now realized that Duan Lin was clearly a philanderer; where was the so-called sincerity of his previous life? It was all faked to deceive her, this disgusting man.

As disgusting as General Fu.

General Fu was disgustingly mad, and Duan Lin was disgustingly fickle.

But no matter what, General Fu would never be fickle; in his previous life, even if he never touched her, he never hooked up with other women.

Unlike Duan Lin, who had already hooked up with several women in just a few days.

She thought about her goal and, suppressing her disgust, called out, "Ninth Master Duan."

Wen Yan forced a smile and said, "Can I talk to you about the Lantern Festival?"

Duan Lin didn't even lift his head, his lips pressed against the singer's ear, saying something that made her giggle continuously, and they continued to flirt as if no one else was there, as if they hadn't seen Wen Yan at all.

Wen Yan stood alone, looking particularly awkward, but she had no other choice. Last time, she knew she had gone too far, and perhaps because of that incident, Duan Lin had completely lost trust in her.

But she really hadn't said anything wrong.

General Fu must still love her.

Perhaps he was also angry with her, after all, she had broken off their engagement and made him lose face, which was why he was deliberately so cold to her.

And besides, the defense map she had was real.

It was just that Duan Lin would be hard-pressed to believe her now, and might even think she was crazy.

"Duan Lin, the condition I proposed to you last time is absolutely true; I didn't lie to you. Please allow me to speak to you alone for a few words." Wen Yan's voice was much more subdued this time, not daring to shout like before.

After all, she was asking for a favor.

Duan Lin then squinted at Wen Yan, "Wen Yan, if you have anything to say, just say it here."

Wen Yan glanced at the woman in his arms, her heart surging with anger.

The singer noticed her hateful gaze, raised her lacquered hand, and deliberately drew circles on Duan Lin's chest, provocatively glancing at Wen Yan, "Wen Miss, why are you looking at me like that? Didn't Duan Lin say to just speak here?"

Wen Yan's nails dug into her palm; never in her previous life had she been provoked like this.

And by a mere singer, showing off in front of her?

In her previous life, General Fu would never let other women near him, and he would never give her a chance to be jealous.

At that time, if she was even slightly ill-intentioned, she could easily order people to teach anyone she disliked a lesson, regardless of their status; if she didn't like them, she would just deal with them directly.

Now, she had to endure such humiliation; Wen Yan had truly never suffered such indignity!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, glaring fiercely at the singer.

The singer shrank into Duan Lin's arms, "Duan Lin, look at her ~"

Duan Lin also frowned, "Wen Yan, if you have something to say, say it properly. Why are you glaring at my woman?"

Wen Yan immediately widened her eyes in disbelief, "You, you said she's your woman, then what about me?" Her voice trembled slightly.

Seeing her on the verge of tears, Duan Lin couldn't help but rub his temples, "I hate women who cry the most."

"Well, I hate men who are fickle the most!" Wen Yan almost blurted out without thinking.

The air instantly fell silent.

"I, I said something wrong just now, Duan Lin, please just take me to the Lantern Festival; I promise to be very well-behaved then." Wen Yan realized her mistake and quickly tried to mend it.

The current Duan Lin was not the General Fu of her previous life; she couldn't use that trick on him because it simply wouldn't work.

Duan Lin suddenly pushed the singer away and stood up, approaching her. The strong perfume on him made Wen Yan take a half-step back.

"Take you in?" He suddenly gripped her chin, "And then let you go crazy and mess things up again? Wen Yan, do you know, you're just a lunatic."

He had been deceived by her last time, and his heart still ached from it. He hadn't intended to dwell too much on a woman, but now she was shamelessly approaching him again, and he truly felt like hitting someone.

Wen Yan flinched; no one had ever spoken to her like that.

"Duan Lin, I'm here to help you this time; I really know…"

"You lied to me last time, and now you want to do it again? Do you really think I'm stupid?"

Duan Lin fiercely threw her chin away, and Wen Yan staggered backward, almost falling to the ground.

She looked up in disbelief; was this man really the gentle man from her previous life?

Why, it was truly completely different.

She was somewhat unwilling to believe it.

At this moment, the singer giggled and leaned against Duan Lin's chest, "Duan Lin ~ Don't mind this madwoman ~ Let's continue playing ~"

Wen Yan trembled all over.

She suddenly remembered that madman General Fu, who would go crazy if she even looked at another man, and would never let other women within three feet of him…

"Get out." Duan Lin turned and put his arm around the singer's waist, "She is my companion."

The singer triumphantly wiggled her index finger at her, signaling that Wen Yan was out of luck.

Wen Yan was furious; how dare a lowly singer mock her?

What she despised most were these women who only knew how to rely on men. These singers had no skills, only knew how to use their bodies to cling to men, and only played disgusting mind games. What good was that?

They were just a bunch of useless people, yet they dared to provoke a lady of a prominent family like her?

What was her status? Being in the same space as these singers made her feel disgusted and nauseated.

Not only was this singer just a fawning, flattering waste, but Duan Lin was even more of a waste, just a man who could only climb up by relying on his parents. He really thought he had some ability and was now acting arrogant.

He was nothing but a second-generation rich kid; if it weren't for a good birth, he'd be no different from these disgusting, lowly singers, at most a "rabbit boy," serving both men and women, even more disgusting and fawning.

Wen Yan's discomfort, after thinking it through and cursing everyone in her mind, finally eased.

She remembered how in her previous life, this Duan Lin, in order to get information about General Fu from her, had fawningly flattered her countless times, done countless things to deliberately please her, and even had to sneak in through a dog hole every time to see her.

And he still did it so happily.

What was the difference between him and those fawning, flattering, smooth-talking rabbit boys?

She looked at Duan Lin and the singer's intimate appearance, and the emotions that had just calmed down in her chest surged up again.

She remembered General Fu's tenderness towards Wen Ci, and her heart suddenly ached. She resolutely rushed forward and grabbed Duan Lin's sleeve.

"Ninth Master Duan…" She finally softened her voice, imitating the posture of the singers she most despised, her fingertips lightly tracing his wrist, seducing him with a fawning look, "Are you really so heartless?"

Duan Lin was stunned for a moment, then raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a half-smile, "Wen Yan, what are you doing?"

This kind of vulgar, lowly charm, he had only ever seen on these low-status dancers. Now, for Wen Yan, a lady of a prominent family, to imitate this to please him, it truly piqued his interest and gave him more of a reason to watch the show.

Wen Yan didn't miss the mockery in his eyes, but she just bit her lip, leaning closer, almost nestling into his arms, "I know you have me in your heart. I was confused just now and said some angry words."

She raised her tearful eyes, looking pitiful, "Take me to the Lantern Festival, and I will repay you with my sincerity."

Duan Lin narrowed his eyes, his gaze scrutinizing her face.

Sincerity?

He, of course, knew what she was referring to.

General Fu's defense map.

But he didn't believe it was real in her hands.

However, seeing her gritting her teeth and lowering her stance, he suddenly believed her a little more. He turned and sent the singer away, "You go down."

The singer grumbled unhappily but eventually left.

After the singer left, Duan Lin grabbed Wen Yan's chin and sneered, "This time, you'd better not play any tricks, otherwise, there will be no more trust between us."

Wen Yan's heart swelled with joy; she hadn't expected this trick to actually work. Dealing with trash truly required trashy methods; she hadn't realized Duan Lin liked this kind of thing.

Though she disdained it in her heart, her expression grew even more delicate, "How dare I deceive Duan Lin?" Her fingertips traced circles on his chest, becoming even more alluring, "As long as you take me, tonight… I will obey your every wish."

Duan Lin stared at her for a long time, then scoffed, "Alright."

Then he dragged her into the room.

A glint of triumph flashed in Wen Yan's eyes.

Excellent.

Wen Ci, just you wait.

But as soon as she entered the room, she regretted it. She hadn't expected Duan Lin to be so wild in bed this time, even deliberately tormenting her!

He had none of the gentleness from last time!