The love story of a wealthy brother and sister

Lin Jingran's cell phone rang. It was Jiang Kaicheng calling.

"Hello," he picked up quickly.

"I thought about it," the person on the other end of the phone said bluntly, "It's pointless to waste time. I'll give her the house and visitation rights once a week. No problem, I'll send her the documents."

He stated quickly, paused, and then asked, "Is Xiaoci next to you?"

"Yes," he glanced at Lin Yingci.

"Turn on speakerphone," the other side said again.

Lin Jingran did as he was told and quickly glanced at the person next to him. "Jiang Kaicheng agreed to Zhao Yundan's conditions," he handed her the phone, "He wants to tell you,"

"Hello," she quickly took the phone.

"Xiaoci," Jiang Kaicheng cleared his throat, "Visiting rights are once a week, only on weekends. The house is given to her, and the car I bought for her is also hers. Her jewelry and bags at home are packed up and given to her," he paused, "Do you think she can agree to a divorce?"

"Why did you suddenly let go?" she asked knowingly.

"It's boring to waste time," the person on the other end of the phone laughed, "You're having a hard time in the middle, too."

"I'll go back and ask her and give you an answer."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

——In fact, she knew that he was most likely doing it for Li Shu.

After hanging up the phone, she saw that You Kexin sent a WeChat message to Lin Jingran—it just popped up, but she didn’t click to read it. Instead, she quickly handed the phone to him: “You Kexin sent you a message.”

"Help me take a look," he said unconcernedly, "see what's going on."

"I don't want to see it," she said with a dark face.

"Please reply to my message," he looked at her with a smile, then gestured to the steering wheel, "I'm driving."

Lin Yingci glanced at him, then opened WeChat and relayed, "She said she'll come to dinner tomorrow, too." Then she turned to him, trying to imitate You Kexin's tone, and said with a sweet smile, "I get to see you again~"

Lin Jingran suddenly smiled, looked at her and didn't know what to say, he just felt inexplicably happy.

"You can look through our chat records," he reminded, "we only exchanged a few words in a year."

"Well," she was still actually flipping through the pages, "but the contact has never been lost."

"Unhappy?" He tried to hold back his laughter. "If you are unhappy, just click on her profile picture and press the delete button."

Hearing this, she suddenly stopped smiling, threw the phone back to him, and said sternly, "You can't delete people randomly."

"I don't mind—"

"It's rude," she interrupted him, "be more mature."

"I am very mature,"

"You're childish," she interrupted, clearly upset again.

Lin Jingran suddenly didn't dare to respond.

Neither of them spoke a word as they rode the elevator up the stairs, and when they reached her floor she left without another word—not even a hello;

Lin Jingran quickly followed him out. Just as she was about to open the door, she turned back to look at him and said in confusion, "Go back to your own home."

"Hug me," he stood straight behind her, like a child who had done something wrong. Seeing that she didn't respond, he repeated, "Hug me."

Lin Yingci stood there without moving, just turned around and looked at him - he had no expression, but his eyes were inexplicably moist.

In fact, Lin Jingran's heart was also in turmoil, and he didn't know what to say, so he simply went forward and hugged her in his arms - hugged her tightly and forcefully, and explained, "I won't delete people randomly," he whispered in her ear, "I'm just afraid that you'll be unhappy."

She was also touched and quickly put her arms around his waist: "I'm not unhappy."

"Yeah," he nodded, "I'm really worried that you'll be angry."

"No," she consoled him, "unless you do something really stupid."

He nodded, but hugged her tighter.

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