Chapter 27: The Alliance Marriage, Fu Yuanzhang Appears

“Lingyue.”

Lin Wanyi walked over, chin slightly raised. “Now that you’ve returned to Ling City, why didn’t you come to see your father and me first?”

Wen Lingyue was taken aback. “Mrs. Lin, I’ve already told you, I have no father or mother.”

“Still sulking?” Lin Wanyi frowned.

After all, she had once disciplined her with the family rules, yet now she was defiant and didn’t even recognize the family.

“I’m not sulking.”

Wen Lingyue spoke seriously. “Mrs. Lin, we are just strangers.”

“But I am your biological mother!”

Lin Wanyi’s tone was slightly angry. Previously, Wen Lingyue had been obedient, never speaking to her with such icy detachment.

Shu Lan silently stepped back. With her friend’s current strength, she wasn’t needed.

With no outsiders around, Jiang Su spoke up, “Let’s not dwell on past words of anger. I know you like Zhou Huailang, but he is your sister’s fiancé.”

“Now, I have arranged someone even better for you.”

Jiang Su’s tone softened. “He’s here too. You can meet him.”

Lin Wanyi smiled.

This time, Wen Lingyue should be satisfied—hopefully she would understand and stop acting up.

Wen Lingyue sneered. “Mr. Jiang, in what capacity are you managing me?”

“You—”

Jiang Su was about to lose his temper when he suddenly smiled. “Mr. Chen is here.”

Wen Lingyue turned sharply—

Chen Yin was in a suit, nearing thirty, exuding the charm of a mature man. He approached slowly, extending his hand. “Miss Wen, I’m Chen Yin. May I have the honor of a dance?”

Wen Lingyue closed her eyes.

Chen Yin—the man she had nearly been forced to marry in her past life!

In the previous life, Jiang Su’s misjudgment had put the company in crisis. He intended to marry her off to Chen Yin to save the company.

She had firmly opposed it, and later, after developing “Dream Entry,” Jiang Su abandoned the idea.

So this was the man Jiang Su had been referring to!

Nine years her senior, extremely patriarchal, believing women should stay home and manage the household—this was Chen Yin.

Wen Lingyue sneered, unwilling to acknowledge him.

Chen Yin withdrew his hand, maintaining his smile. “Is there some misunderstanding between Miss Wen and me?”

“No.”

Wen Lingyue replied coolly, “I simply dislike being called ‘Chen Yin’.”

This man admired dazzling women, yet only saw their brilliance as decoration, secretly looking down on them.

Chen Yin’s smile disappeared. “So, Miss Wen, you have a problem with me?”

“No, just a childish grievance.”

Jiang Su wanted to slap Wen Lingyue, muttering under his breath, “Don’t you know who Mr. Chen is? It’s your honor that he has noticed you!”

Chen Yin, born into Ling City’s top elite, was a capable businessman. Usually arrogant, he would normally make everyone smile politely upon meeting him.

Yet here Wen Lingyue was, acting indifferent, truly reckless.

“Who he is is none of my concern.”

Jiang Su’s face darkened. “Marriage is arranged by parents. Your mother and I have already agreed to this union. Miss Wen, dance with Mr. Chen and get acquainted.”

Jiang Yurou had somehow walked over, beaming. “Then I suppose I should call him my brother-in-law.”

She looked at Wen Lingyue’s cold expression, feigning surprise. “Sister, you don’t still like Huailang, do you?”

All eyes turned toward them.

Blinking innocently, Jiang Yurou continued, “Mr. Chen comes from an extraordinary background, young and accomplished. Yet you refuse to even speak with him. Are you still hung up on Huailang?”

Whispers spread through the crowd.

“Wen Lingyue is infatuated.”

“Delusional—Huailang has been her childhood friend for twenty years, but he never liked her.”

“Wen Lingyue just said she didn’t like him; she’s just being stubborn.”

Wen Lingyue, disgusted by Jiang Yurou, snapped, “I’ve said it—I don’t like Zhou Huailang.”

“Then may I have the honor of a dance, Miss Wen?”

Chen Yin’s lips curved slightly, yet his eyes were cold and unreadable.

If Wen Lingyue refused, it would mean denying Chen Yin face.

All eyes focused on her.

Peng Qian gritted his teeth, about to step forward, but someone held him back. Breaking free, he strode over. “Fine, I also want to ask Miss Wen for a dance.”

He bent slightly, extending his hand.

Chen Yin’s smile faltered, but he still reached out to Wen Lingyue.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense, electric.

Every eye in the room was on Wen Lingyue.

Unfazed, she stated plainly, “I don’t want to dance.”

Chen Yin’s smile vanished, replaced by a sharp, cold gaze that skimmed over her delicate neck, bringing an uncomfortable chill.

“It seems Miss Wen is unwilling to grant me this courtesy.”

The hall fell silent.

Jiang Su felt a chill down his spine.

Others, remembering Chen Yin’s usual forceful demeanor, silently worried for Wen Lingyue.

This man was not to be trifled with—she was in for trouble.

As the crowd reacted, a low, indifferent male voice echoed from above.

“And who exactly is Chen Yin? Does he even deserve Miss Wen’s courtesy?”

Everyone froze, looking up to the second-floor balcony, spotting a tall figure.

His brows were sharp, eyes deep; a tailored high-end suit outlined his perfect figure. He exuded a detached, commanding presence.

Who was he?

In Ling City, many elites had never even seen Fu Yuanzhang. Now, everyone was puzzled.

Fu Yuanzhang descended the stairs, his noble aura making the crowd silently uneasy. He stopped in front of Wen Lingyue. “Since parting in Beijing, Miss Wen, do you still remember me?”

“Of course I do.”

Fu Yuanzhang let out a soft hum, eyes deep. “I thought you would have forgotten me after the show.”

Wen Lingyue paused, sensing something strange in his words.

“And you are?”

Chen Yin stared at Fu Yuanzhang, hardly daring to believe it.

Shu Jing, trailing behind Fu Yuanzhang, quickly explained, “This is Mr. Fu, of the Yunding Group.”

The hall fell silent, as if a thunderclap had struck everyone’s ears.

Chen Yin’s face changed. “It’s Mr. Fu of Yunding… How did he come?”

“This is a big figure—Mr. Shu actually managed to bring him here?”

The crowd murmured, filled with awe and fear.

Fu Yuanzhang’s gaze rested on Wen Lingyue. “It’s not Mr. Shu’s fault; I came for Miss Wen.”

The hall was stunned.

Fu Yuanzhang and Wen Lingyue?!

They were from entirely different worlds—how could they have any connection?!

Moreover, Fu Yuanzhang’s words implied a deep relationship.

Chen Yin began sweating; his ruthless composure faltered.

Fu Yuanzhang seemed to suddenly notice him, narrowing his cold eyes. “You have a lot of nerve—daring not to ask Miss Wen for a dance yourself. And you—are you worthy?”

The crowd gasped again.

“I—I…”

Chen Yin’s throat was dry. “I was just joking with Miss Wen.”

He quickly bowed humbly. “I was reckless. I apologize to Miss Wen. I hope you will not mind.”

His humble demeanor drew sighs from everyone.

The usually proud Chen Yin had never been so subservient before.