"This is Uncle Liu," Bao Shaojin slightly lifted his chin, and his gaze flicked past Housekeeper Liu.
An Yin turned around cautiously, looked at the elderly man, and greeted sweetly, "Hello, Uncle Liu, my name is An Yin."
Housekeeper Liu smiled with complicated emotions, "Miss An!"
Hearing the formal address, An Yin’s cheeks flushed. She then looked at the woman beside her.
"Hello, I’m Lin Lin." Her lips curved slightly, and a charming smile spread from her lips.
The young girl’s appearance was striking. Just one glance, and Lin Lin felt a slight sense of defeat. Yet, she was born with grace, and considering the Lin Family’s reputation in T City and the support from Old Madam Bo behind her, confidence returned to her face.
"Hello, An Yin." An Yin returned the smile, though with a touch of naivety.
An Yin was naturally timid and shy. After greeting the two, she instinctively leaned closer to Bao Shaojin’s side.
In moments of unease, she habitually chose to rely on him.
The young girl didn’t know how to hide her inner thoughts, and her unease in the presence of strangers was quite apparent.
Bao Shaojin spoke calmly, "Go wait in the room for a while. I’ll come over after handling things here."
An Yin had long wanted to leave. She nodded without hesitation, "Then I’ll go first." Before leaving, she glanced at the fruit platter.
Bao Shaojin noticed her swallowing eagerly.
After the young girl left with small steps, the atmosphere, already cold, became even more suffocating.
Assistant Lin stood by, his gaze wandering among the people, not missing the flush of red and white on Miss Lin’s face.
"Eldest Young Master, Miss Lin seldom visits. Let her chat with you here." Housekeeper Liu recited the lines he had prepared as if completing a task assigned by someone, not helping but heaving a sigh of relief.
"Is this Grandmother’s idea?" Bao Shaojin said in a deep voice.
This statement seemed addressed to Housekeeper Liu, but wasn’t it also for Lin Lin to hear?
Lin Lin stood straight. From the moment she entered, this man had never given her a pleasant look. Instead, when the young girl appeared earlier, his expression softened, and even his tone of voice was gentle, as if afraid to startle her.
In contrast, the smile on Lin Lin’s face gradually froze.
Housekeeper Liu had no mind to care about what Miss Lin was thinking. Dealing with the Eldest Young Master alone was exhausting enough for him.
"Yes." A hint of helplessness flashed across Housekeeper Liu’s face. Read full story at 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝
Old Madam’s intentions could not be more obvious.
"Assistant Lin, please send Miss Lin off. I have some matters to discuss with Uncle Liu." Bao Shaojin spoke gently.
"Yes, sir." Assistant Lin stepped forward to Lin Lin, nodding, "Miss Lin, this way, please."
Lin Lin’s beautiful face showed faint traces of anger, but faced with the man’s overwhelming presence, no matter how dissatisfied she was, she could only maintain a pleasant expression while looking at him, "Since Brother Bo has things to do, I’ll come again next time."
"We’re not familiar. Next time we meet, please use a different address." Bao Shaojin’s tone was not pleasant.
Lin Lin furrowed her brows lightly, but considering the man’s status, she could only compromise, "Okay."
Before leaving, Assistant Lin took some bags of gifts from Housekeeper Liu’s hands, then walked straight towards the door.
At this moment, Lin Lin’s expression finally turned truly bleak.
In the spacious ward, Housekeeper Liu looked at his empty hands, letting out a long sigh, fearing the accountability towards Old Madam would be hard to fulfill.
"Uncle Liu, try to avoid such unprofitable tasks in the future." Bao Shaojin’s gaze returned to the tablet, speaking seemingly offhandedly.
Housekeeper Liu lowered his eyes, took a moment, and spoke slowly, "Was that young lady just now Young Master Acheng’s girlfriend?"
Bao Shaojin’s eyebrows raised.
Realizing he misspoke, Housekeeper Liu lowered his head, "I misspoke."
"Uncle Liu, regardless of who she is, she’s someone I need to protect." Bao Shaojin’s face was stern, with a hint of warning in his words.
Housekeeper Liu’s mind turned, his Adam’s apple bobbing, "What if Old Madam has a firm stance?"
"I believe, Grandmother wouldn’t want A Xun’s affairs to repeat." He articulated each word.
Housekeeper Liu clenched his fists, waves of unease rising in his heart.
"Eldest Young Master..."
"Alright, I have business to attend to. Uncle Liu, you’d better report back to Grandmother. It’s been a while, she must be anxious."
Housekeeper Liu looked at the meticulous man with a pale face, sighed, and left.
Downstairs at the hospital.
Lin Lin called out to Assistant Lin, standing in front of him, her face full of curiosity, "Who is An Yin? Why is she in Mr. Bo’s ward?" It wasn’t just that; the relationship between the two seemed quite unusual.
The wind outside was strong, blowing Lin Lin’s hair into the air.
Assistant Lin heard her words and replied indifferently, "Miss Lin, I’m sorry, but this is the gentleman’s private matter, I’m not at liberty to disclose anything."
Infuriated, Lin Lin stomped her foot angrily and walked directly to the parking lot. Seeing her, the driver got out and opened the door.
Assistant Lin averted his gaze from her and turned to go back upstairs.
It seems the gentleman’s path to love is quite bumpy! On one side is Old Madam Bo’s obstruction, on the other the bloodline suppression from his cousin. This...
While waiting for the elevator, Assistant Lin happened to encounter Housekeeper Liu coming down, and they exchanged greetings.
When Assistant Lin returned to the ward, he saw Miss An quietly sitting by the bed, eating fruit.
She hadn’t noticed him entering. As Assistant Lin stood there awkwardly, caught by a cold glance, he quickly turned around and left the ward.
An Yin’s attention was focused on the fruit. After finishing the last strawberry on the plate, she suddenly looked up and met the man’s deep, cold pond-like eyes.
His black hair was short and stiff, standing upright. His defined face carried a ruggedness as if chiseled, and an extremely complex look passed in his brow, making An Yin’s heart tremble.
"You, you..." An Yin originally wanted to ask something, but when she met his sharp gaze, she stuttered out a few words and then completely forgot her question.
The man’s handsome face, with deep and sculpted contours, flashed a dark, unclear emotion.
"I just wanted to ask you, that girl earlier..." An Yin paused as she said this, as if considering her next words.
Bao Shaojin didn’t rush her; instead, he stopped his work and looked at her with interest.
"Is she, like, very, very familiar with you?" An Yin stammered nervously when she spoke.
After a moment of silence, Bao Shaojin stated firmly.
An Yin’s anxious heart gradually relaxed with his last word.