The love story of a wealthy brother and sister

When Lin Jingran was in a bad mood, he would just keep drinking. Wei Jin would become a listener, sitting next to him and listening to him chattering. Lin Yingci was the key to triggering his language talent. He usually didn't like to talk, but when he met her, he became a chatterbox. Just like at this moment, Wei Jin felt that he could sit here and talk all night:

"She left as soon as she said so. Do you think she has any conscience? You ungrateful bastard, let me tell you, Wei Jin," Lin Jingran suddenly stared at her, "Even if I have no identity, I am still a family member, right? Can't I say anything?"

"You can talk, you can talk," Wei Jin picked up his wine and poured it into her own glass - she thought that if she drank more, he would drink less, and at the same time she still tried to persuade him.

"I think you are not calm enough. You should be more careful about how you speak—"

"I'm already very calm," Lin Jingran said as he picked up the glass and drank it all, "How else can I be calm?"

Wei Jin sighed: "Actually, if you persuade her well, she will listen."

"Do you think she would listen? She's grown up well, but she has to follow others." He became more and more angry. "She's stupid. She looks so smart--"

"But An Yishang really loves her too—" Wei Jin couldn't help but interrupt,

"If he really loves her, would he ask her to give up everything and run away with him?" He started to get excited again, but calmed down after a glass of wine. "What will she do if she encounters problems in Paris alone? Who else does she know besides Akihiro?"

Wei Jin was speechless. Thinking about it, he felt that what he said made sense, so he could only sigh again.

"She also knows that at least her father really loves her," Lin Jingran began to mutter again, "but now she is so cruel to abandon him and run to Paris."

"You are still standing up for your father," Wei Jin couldn't help but smile, and then comforted her, "I will talk to her tomorrow, you calm down first--"

"I'm very calm," Lin Jingran stared at Wei Jin, "She doesn't want you, your mother, or her grandmother anymore."

"That's not to say no," Wei Jin couldn't help but speak for Lin Yingci, "She's still on Earth, not in outer space."

Lin Jingran was about to say something when his phone suddenly vibrated. It was Jiang Wen. He didn't want to answer it. Wei Jin took a look and said, "Don't use cold violence."

Lin Jingran handed her the phone without saying anything: "You talk to her."

"Hello," Wei Jin picked up the phone without saying a word.

"Hello..." Jiang Wen's voice was a little hesitant, "Who are you?"

"I'm Wei Jin," she coughed lightly, "Lin Jingran drank too much and can't answer the phone for the time being—"

"Is he okay?" The person on the other end of the phone was obviously anxious.

"It's okay," Wei Jin said, looking at Lin Jingran again, "I'll take him back, don't worry," she added at the end, "He's fine."

"Okay," Jiang Wen adjusted her mentality and tried to make her voice sound calm, "Then I'll trouble you, Miss Wei."

"It's not a problem, don't worry about it."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, she returned the phone to Lin Jingran and asked, "Why did Xiaoci go back to Shanghai? To see you and Jiang Wen dating?"

"What are you talking about?" Lin Jingran took the phone. "I said I won't get married."

"You really are..." Wei Jin was helpless and could only sigh deeply, "What a scumbag!"

"We haven't confirmed any relationship," Lin Jingran was still trying to defend himself, "Does that count as a relationship?"

"You men," Wei Jin shook his head repeatedly, "don't touch it if you don't want to talk about it."

"You do not understand."

"I understand," Wei Jin looked into his eyes, "You will die physically without a woman."

"I can leave." Lin Jingran also glanced at her, thought for a moment and asked again, "When are you going to find her tomorrow?" Finally, he added, "We have to stop her quickly."

"I'll go later," Wei Jin thought for a moment, "and wait for her to calm down."

·

In the second half of the night, Wei Jin sent him back to the hotel and reported to Chen Ying that he was safe. However, Lin Jingran had not slept all night. He felt that it was too late for Wei Jin to find her, so he had to find her earlier. So he took a taxi to Lin Yingci's building early in the morning and called her again. She had not slept well either. When she received his call, she was already awake and stared at the ceiling with her eyes open.

"Hello," she quickly answered the phone.

"Come down," he said bluntly, "or I'll go up."

"You? What time is it now?" She glanced at her phone. It was 6:20 in the morning in New York.

"Let's talk, Lin Yingci," he sobered up a lot and interrupted her directly, "as a family member."

Lin Yingci thought for a moment and quickly responded, "Okay."

·

Lin Jingran wore an ordinary brown T-shirt and loose distressed jeans, still looking very young - he deliberately changed out of yesterday's alcohol-smelling clothes and put on a set that looked relatively fresh;

Not long after, Lin Yingci came down. He stared at her and walked up to her step by step - she had just gotten up, too, and was wearing a loose apricot linen shirt with khaki shorts, her hair casually tied to one side, her face bare and glowing white, her little face full of worry, her eyes inexplicably swollen, and some dark circles under her eyes - it seemed that she had not rested well.

He felt an inexplicable tightness in his heart, and suddenly wondered if he was too impulsive.

"Good morning, I didn't sleep well," Lin Jingran coughed lightly, and after saying hello, he decided to get straight to the point, "Have you made up your mind, are you going to Paris with An Yishang?"

"You shouldn't restrict me," Lin Yingci stared into his eyes, "No matter where I go,"

"I can't say it, right?" He calmed down for a long time, preparing for it for a long time, but in an instant, a flame suddenly jumped up again.

"I didn't care about you either," Lin Yingci also looked at him.

"Have you ever thought about the fact that you have no friends or family there," he said, still trying to calm himself, "and what are you going there for? Just for him?"

"Why not just for him?"