The love story of a wealthy brother and sister

The next morning, as soon as Lin Jingran parked his car at the company, Lu Xiang came to greet him.

"Among the nine people we sued, there is one named Zhang Xiaoquan," he said as he handed the document to Lin Jingran, "He wrote that article, and we are claiming the most from him, 12." Lin Jingran glanced at the document and then at him coldly, and continued to walk towards the elevator. Lu Xiang hurriedly followed him, "He is sitting in the lobby now, and said he came to apologize. His Weibo account is Yu Dashu, and his ID is. He was the first to spread the rumor. We sued yesterday, and he came here early this morning."

"I know him. Go and ask him to come up." Lin Jingran entered the elevator and motioned Lu Xiang to go to the lobby to take him up. Lu Xiang said "OK" and hurried to the lobby.

He came really early. He really wanted to meet him.

Suddenly he remembered something, took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Lin Yingci: "Would you like to come to my office to watch the show?"

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Soon the office door opened, and a young boy with black-framed glasses and dyed yellow hair walked in.

"Boss Lin, Boss Lin," he came up to her with a charming smile, "Boss Lin turned out to be such a handsome man——"

"What do you want from me?" Lin Jingran responded expressionlessly.

Zhang Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment, then looked embarrassed: "Boss Lin, I apologize to you, I didn't write the article, they asked me to publish it, I had no choice, I actually know nothing -"

"They put a gun to your neck?" Lin Jingran interrupted him again.

"That's not the case," Zhang Xiaoquan denied bitterly.

"Oh, so they gave too much?"

Zhang Xiaoquan was stunned: "Boss Lin, I'm just a student. I work part-time to earn some extra money—"

"You make extra money by making up stories?"

"No, no, no, I didn't write that,"

"You are the first one to be published, so of course you are the one who gets published." Lin Jingran lit a cigarette slowly and took a puff.

"I can prove that I didn't write it. They wrote the story and sent it to me directly. I have the chat records," Zhang Xiaoquan said as he excitedly took out his phone. "I'll show you everything. I cooperate with you."

"Lu Xiang," Lin Jingran motioned him to come over to collect evidence. Lu Xiang quickly took out his phone to record the video and take screenshots.

Zhang Xiaoquan cooperated very well and found the chat records. While Lu Xiang was busy, he suddenly approached Lin Jingran and said, "That 12..."

"I'll give you half off," Lin Jingran said, turning to look at him, then walked back to his desk and put out his cigarette, "There's another way to give you a little less money."

"Boss Lin, you say, I'm willing to do anything, even kneel down and apologize, I just don't have that much money..." As he spoke, his voice began to mix with tears.

"One slap is worth ten thousand, how about that?" Lin Jingran stared at him with interest. Zhang Xiaoquan was obviously stunned, but finally nodded: "Okay."

Lin Jingran also smiled. While Zhang Xiaoquan was still thinking, he was suddenly slapped in the face - the slap made him almost stumble to the ground, and his head was buzzing.

The office door was pushed open again. It was Lin Yingci who came. However, she was startled by the scene in front of her as soon as she arrived: "What are you doing?"

Lin Jingran hurriedly stepped forward and tried to explain the situation: "Nothing, this is what we agreed on--"

"You can't hit people," Lin Yingci interrupted him decisively, and the atmosphere became tense for a while.

"It's okay, it's okay," Zhang Xiaoquan supported himself on the table and stood up. "We agreed that one slap would reduce the amount by 10,000 yuan. Mr. Lin, please continue."

"One slap will reduce 10,000 yuan?" Lin Yingci was a little stunned. Zhang Xiaoquan forced a smile and looked at Lin Yingci, but he was suddenly stunned - she was too beautiful, Zhang Xiaoquan was almost stunned.

"You are... Miss Lin?"

Lin Yingci nodded;

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Zhang Xiaoquan suddenly knelt in front of her, tears streaming down his face. "Ms. Lin, I will definitely apologize publicly. You're going to hit me, right? But I really don't have that much money,"

Blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth, and tears kept flowing.

"I came to Shanghai from the countryside to study. I don't have that much money, so I usually have to work to pay for my tuition."

"Stop talking," Lin Yingci couldn't help but interrupt him, "Stand up first."

Zhang Xiaoquan wiped away his tears, and stood up with the help of the table.

"Listen, as long as you keep your word, I can help you find a solution."

"Really? Thank you, Miss Lin. You are truly like a bodhisattva—"

"You can make money, but you can't hurt others," Lin Yingci interrupted him again, "It's immoral and even illegal. My father is still in the hospital. You have to understand why he did it."

"Ms. Lin, I deserve to die," Zhang Xiaoquan suddenly slapped himself hard, "I deserve to be beaten, I am a bad person."

"Don't do this again." Lin Yingci said in a low voice.

"Okay, okay, I won't do these things again." As he spoke, he wiped away his tears again. The blood and tears mixed together, making him look confused and embarrassed.

Lin Yingci couldn't help but took out a tissue and handed it over: "Wipe it."

Zhang Xiaoquan was so touched that he quickly took the tissue with both hands: "Thank you, thank you Miss Lin."

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It was almost noon when Zhang Xiaoquan left, so Lin Jingran wanted to take her out for lunch.

"What do you want to eat, Japanese food?" He stood in front of her, thinking that she would be happier with the progress made, but Lin Yingci didn't move, but suddenly looked up at him:

"Who came up with the idea of ​​reducing 10,000 yuan by a slap?"

Lin Jingran was a little stunned, put away his smile and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

"It was you who came up with the idea, wasn't it?" Lin Yingci still had no expression on her face. Seeing that she looked a little strange, Lin Jingran quickly signaled Lu Xiang to leave first.

"Sit down and talk," Lin Jingran tried to pull her hand, but she shook it off.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jingran felt puzzled, but still explained patiently: "Xiaoci, he agreed to this. He wanted to reduce the compensation. He deserves it, doesn't he?"

"I don't care if he deserves it or not," Lin Yingci stared at him, "but you can't treat people like this."

Lin Jingran took a deep breath, somewhat furious.

"But is he a good man? Why are you still speaking for him?"

"He apologized and was willing to cooperate with us, why did you hit him?"

"He wanted to do that."

"I was forced to be willing."

"You have to pay the price for doing something wrong, right?"

Lin Yingci looked at Lin Jingran who was glaring at her, and without saying a word she picked up her bag and left. Lin Jingran sighed, but after two minutes he picked up his coat and chased after her.