Chapter 12: Her Ex-Boyfriend Is Getting Married

“Miss Su, you know about my health…”

“I know. I’ve even spoken to your son about it.”

“He—he knows?!”

Su Qingli shook her head. “He doesn’t believe it. He thinks I’m cursing you.”

The head of the Lin family sighed. “That son of mine—always so frivolous, never amounting to much. So, when my time comes, all of the Lin family’s assets will be transferred to your name, Miss Su.”

Su Qingli considered this, her expression rather complicated.

Did you think she was hesitating? Not at all! What she was really thinking was how to spend all that money!

“Miss Su? Miss Su?”

“Huh? Oh! Um… Mr. Lin.”

The Lin family patriarch suddenly burst into laughter, thinking Su Qingli didn’t want his family’s fortune. Maybe, then, he could leave it to the next generation.

“I think that’s the best thing you’ve ever said.”

At the side, Shen Ci, who was enjoying the spectacle, nearly spat out his coffee.

Only Di Yunshen lowered his head and smiled faintly.

He understood her well—he knew she would accept it.

“Well then, thank you!”

Then Su Qingli sat there, extending all ten fingers and rapidly calculating, her fingers flying.

“Miss Su is also…”

“Oh, it’s nothing, I was just calculating when you might… I mean, I was checking how much time you have left.”

The Lin family patriarch wasn’t angry; he nodded. In fact, he wanted to know himself, how long he had.

After about two minutes, Su Qingli’s hands stilled. She looked up to see the anxious look in the Lin family patriarch’s eyes.

She said nothing, and he offered a gentle smile, not pressing her for an answer.

“Miss Su, considering how little time I have left, please, forgive my unfilial son one more time. After that, everything will be up to you.”

“Alright.”

After the Lin family patriarch left, Su Qingli let out a deep breath. She looked up to meet Di Yunshen’s gaze.

“He… at most… until tomorrow.”

That was why she hadn’t told Lin Jin.

Shen Ci glanced at his boss. “Madam, that can’t be! He doesn’t look it at all—he seems quite robust. Tomorrow? That can’t be.”

Su Qingli exhaled heavily. “No one escapes my divinations.”

That night.

Father Lin, Mother Lin, and Lin Qianzao all went together to the Qiao family home. Yes, to discuss the marriage.

“Well, well! So the Lin family has a day like this too?! Lin Jin, you’re the one who drove my daughter out, and now you come begging for her return! What do you take the Qiao family for?”

“Mom… that’s enough…”

“Enough? Have you forgotten how she drove you out yesterday? You’ve truly disgraced the Qiao family!”

Qiao Ke clung to her mother’s arm, acting coy. “Mom, everyone knows now that the Lin family has come to admit their mistake. If anyone’s embarrassed, it’s the Lin family, isn’t it?”

Qiao Ke’s words only made things worse—the faces of all three Lin family members darkened.

“Mom, don’t worry. I’ll be the young mistress of the Lin family soon! With the Lin and Qiao families working together, we’ll only get stronger.”

That night, the Lin family endured a fair share of humiliation at the Qiao family home. By the time they returned, Lin Qianzao couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Dad! I’m going to settle this once and for all with that wretch! Our Lin family doesn’t have to put up with this! She can marry whoever she wants!”

“Idiot! Are you trying to kill me with anger? We finally managed to coax her back! You’re getting married tomorrow, and that’s final! Cough, cough!”

“Dad, aren’t you always concerned about saving face? We’re not getting married! I’ll go reason with the Lin family right now.”

“Qianzao, don’t upset your father! He… he…”

Father Lin silenced Mother Lin with a look.

Fuming, Lin Qianzao stormed back to his room.

“You’re back, Qianzao.” Qiao Ke immediately sidled up to him, her hands roaming his chest.

“Don’t be like that—I was just a little harsh with my words—ah!”

Qiao Ke was abruptly pushed away, falling unprepared onto the carpet.

“Lin Qianzao! What’s the meaning of this? I was invited here by your family! Have you forgotten how your father groveled at my house? Why are you glaring at me? It was the Di family, that country girl, who made your father do that—not my Qiao family!”

Qiao Ke’s words reminded Lin Qianzao.

A glint of cunning flashed in his eyes; he nodded with a cold, sinister smile.

The next morning, Yunjin Bay received an invitation.

“Sir, the Lin family sent over an invitation. It only bears Madam’s name, and they were quite insistent that only she attend.”

Di Yunshen wiped his hands and gave a cold laugh. “Do they really think they can keep me out?”

At that moment, footsteps came pattering down the stairs.

“Di Yunshen! Is there anything for me?”

Her voice came before her figure appeared. Even after her words had faded, she still hadn’t arrived. Finally, Su Qingli’s little head poked around the corner.

Di Yunshen played along. “Another fortune telling?”

“It was Lin Qian-dog who texted me.”

“Are you going?”

“I’ll go have a look. Mainly, Lin Jin doesn’t have much time left—I’ll see him off.”

Su Qingli wiggled her fingers and asked, “Di Yunshen, do you have time? Will you come with me?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve realized, no matter how skilled I am—whether fighting or fortune-telling—none of it’s as effective as your face! With you there, things go more smoothly.”

Though her explanation was flimsy, Di Yunshen was still quite happy to go along with her.

“But… you don’t have an invitation, do you?”

Di Yunshen glanced at his watch, then took hold of her wrist and headed for the garage. “Didn’t you just say? My face works wonders. Get in.”

Su Qingli was about to open the back door.

“Sit up front and keep me company.”