Word Games

But Lin Heng didn’t find them boring.

It was simple logic: if there were ambiguous definitions in the contract that his legal team failed to identify, leading to losses in the end, then he could only consider himself unlucky.

So, word games weren’t boring at all.

Instead, they were where wisdom lay.

He smiled slightly.

Lin Heng rarely smiled.

He wasn’t expressionless, nor was he emotionally deficient; it was just that in his busy work life, there wasn’t much to smile about, no people or events worthy of a smile.

Of course, if you wanted that standard “signing contract, handshake, greeting” smile with the corner of the mouth turned up exactly one millimeter, then he could do it… oh no, that would depend on how rich and how foolish the other person was.

Generally, the richer and more foolish they were, the more Lin Heng’s smile would increase.

But this smile was different.

It carried a bit of interest.

His exceptional face suddenly radiated a different vibe, becoming more lively and magnetic.

However, Shang Xinglu instinctively shivered.

Goosebumps rose on her arms.

She had a bad premonition.

Then Lin Heng said, “Don’t worry, I didn’t say you couldn’t go.”

Shang Xinglu was even more stunned.

What, that’s so good???

Could it be that in addition to the prenuptial agreement, they signed some other agreement? This relationship was not even plastic—more like paper thin!

Lin Heng calmly said, “Since this is a refined place for wine tasting and chatting, how about next time we go together?”

Shang Xinglu: ???!!!

Lin Heng, no, Lin Daddy, what are you thinking???

Lin Heng smiled, his smile a little dark: “What’s the problem?”

Shang Xinglu immediately shook her head like a rattle, “No, no, I just suddenly feel that maybe it’s not so refined…”

Shang Xinglu trembled.

With two hundred times her usual courage, she still wouldn’t dare bring Lin Heng to… no, to a male escort shop!

Assistant Yuan, who had witnessed the entire process, was sweating so much that his shirt was almost soaked.

Sure enough, Lin Heng, with that dark smile, turned around. His gaze became sharply cold, and he shot a cold glance at Assistant Yuan.

His voice slightly raised, “A bar?”

Assistant Yuan: …

Lin Heng: “Shall I send you to a bar to experience the work there?”

Assistant Yuan awkwardly replied, “Boss, you see, my looks aren’t quite suited for it.”

Lin Heng casually said, “It’s fine, I’ll send you to Korea for a trip. The cost will be deducted from your year-end bonus.”

Then the one trembling became two.

The word game players turned into nervous wrecks, trembling like sifted flour. The demon king didn’t continue pretending to be a friendly devil because he still had to fulfill the purpose of today’s cocktail party—work discussions. So, he left with Assistant Yuan.

Assistant Yuan stopped trembling.

He would use his excellent work abilities and perfect attitude to win back the boss’s favor!

As for Mrs. Lin…

Assistant Yuan thought about it, maybe lighting a candle for respect?

When Shang Xinglu returned to the sisterhood, the birthday video for Shen Wang’s two-year-old niece just started playing. Shi Rui looked disappointed, and as soon as Shang Xinglu rejoined, she knew who had stopped her.

Shi Rui felt somewhat uncomfortable and spoke with a sharp tone.

Some people are just saints, repaying evil with kindness? Didn’t she know who she was dealing with, that little green tea bitch, and so on.

However, at this moment, in Shang Xinglu’s heart, all the sharp-tongued people who didn’t dare face things head-on were paper tigers.

Look at her Lin Heng. He didn’t even need a stick, and he still made her tremble.

But for now, she couldn’t leave, nor did she want to leave the spider-sisterhood. Plastic flowers will lose their color if you don’t dust them off.

Shang Xinglu handed over Lu Xiaotao’s USB drive and roughly explained what had just happened.

The sisterhood, which initially didn’t understand, was now relieved.

Shi Rui was still dissatisfied.

Then Xue Shaoying asked, “What about Lu Xiaotao?”

Shang Xinglu, mimicking Lin Heng’s calm tone, said, “I told her to get lost and never let me see her in the same place again.”

Someone immediately said, “That’s impossible.”

They had always been in the same social circle, and the chances of running into each other were high.

“Well, that’s what I said.”

Someone else asked, “What if you run into her?”

Shang Xinglu lazily raised an eyebrow.

Meaning—what do you think?

This expression was exactly like Lin Heng.

In fact, it was something she’d learned from the “Old Truth, Harsh Interrogation” style of Lin Heng. It was incredibly effective.

Several people immediately believed that Shang Xinglu had a way of dealing with Lu Xiaotao, that little green tea bitch, and praised her for being clever. They didn’t ask more questions.

In reality?

Shang Xinglu didn’t have a plan at all!

She was just relying on Lin Heng’s power to bluff, all the way through the cocktail party.

Bluffing was naturally satisfying.

Though a bit guilty.

But it didn’t matter; her sisterhood was a group of top-tier flatterers, and soon Shang Xinglu was fluffed up to the point of feeling invincible.

She even considered borrowing 200 more times her usual courage to really bring Lin Heng to a male escort shop!

…Oh no, on second thought, forget it.

Shang Xinglu realized she was just drunk.

Finally, after the cocktail party ended, she took a 40-minute drive back to her villa.

Before leaving, she didn’t forget to take the previously brought Jian Xi with her. Unfortunately, Jian Xi had a Rolls-Royce waiting to escort her and wasn’t interested in a Mercedes-Benz.

Shang Xinglu left with Marilyn, forgetting to ask if Lin Heng was coming, showing no awareness as a wife.

The stand-up dinner left her still hungry, and after eating a high-protein, low-fat, high-vitamin meal planned by a nutritionist for several days at the mansion, Shang Xinglu felt like she was becoming a llama… no, she wasn’t going to be that silly animal. She felt like she had turned into a rabbit, inside and out.

Now, feeling hungry in the night, she longed for the spicy skewers she used to buy behind the research institute.

Spicy skewers, probably not an option.

Shang Xinglu settled for a compromise, asking the driver to take a detour to grab a takeaway of spicy skewers from the shopping mall food court—while resisting Marilyn’s worried and disapproving gaze.

The fragrance wafted from the takeout bag, and Shang Xinglu’s mouth watered.

When she got home, she grabbed the takeout, asked someone to heat it up for her, and before she could hand it over, she saw Lin Heng sitting on the living room sofa, drinking a hangover tea.

Shang Xinglu: …

She stood frozen, holding the bag.

Lin Heng lifted the lid of his teacup, took a sip, still wearing his formal suit, and casually lifted the lid while glancing at Shang Xinglu.

The glow of flattery faded, and Shang Xinglu suddenly recalled the fear she had just felt when Lin Heng had taken charge!

Her mind went blank, so she awkwardly asked, “Do you want to have a late-night snack too?”

She shook the small container of skewers, worth less than 200 yuan including the take-out box.

Lin Heng took another sip of tea.

The living room was quiet.

Marilyn, who had seen all kinds of big scenes, was mentally exhausted these past few days, quickly stepping in to save face for her boss.

Before Shang Xinglu could react to the late-night snack, she heard Lin Heng’s voice: “Hmm, I’ll have some, I didn’t eat much at the party.”

Ten minutes later.

The two hosts of the mansion, dressed in high-end custom clothes worth tens of thousands of yuan, sat at the table with top-tier porcelain dinnerware, eating skewers.

Marilyn: ………

The atmosphere was silent as they ate the skewers.

As time passed, Shang Xinglu began to feel annoyed with Lin Heng.

She was just being polite, but he was eating so much!

She couldn’t help but say, “I didn’t expect you to eat this.”

Lin Heng glanced at her.

He almost wanted to give her the same words back.

But instead, Lin Heng replied, “Considering the time, it’s not a bad choice, and I’m not particular about food.”

On the other hand, Shang Xinglu had always been particular about eating.

However, Shang Xinglu didn’t catch the meaning of Lin Heng’s words and grumpily took the last skewer for herself.

The portion was small for two people.

So, the chef, who was working overtime, brought in the carefully prepared abalone porridge but was met with disdain from the lady of the house.

The chef: ….

Don’t think he didn’t notice the snack street’s packaging bag!

His skills weren’t even as good as the skewers from the street, and his feelings were hurt.

Shang Xinglu reluctantly had some porridge, her stomach bloated, and finally couldn’t stand her tight dress anymore.

She went to her room to freshen up and change.

She removed her makeup, took a shower, and washed her hair. It took quite a while, and when she came out, she saw that Lin Heng was already in his pajamas, reading a book by the bed.

Shang Xinglu was stunned.

She quickly adjusted her pajamas, buttoning them up one more notch.

Shang Xinglu stood on the other side of the bed, awkwardly, as if being punished like a schoolgirl.

She was careful, thinking and rethinking every step.

Lin Heng noticed but remained calm, reading his book.

Shang Xinglu was about to speak.

Lin Heng spoke first, “What’s wrong? Are you planning to take me to your dragon club now?”

Shang Xinglu: …….

She cleared her throat.

“…Today is a public holiday.”

This time, Lin Heng nodded slightly.

So, she really had planned to take him there?

Shang Xinglu hurriedly asked, “Are you, sleeping here?”

Lin Heng turned his head to look at her.

His face almost seemed to say three words—What else?

After all, it wasn’t the first time. Last time, they had friendly chats under the same blanket, so she wasn’t too nervous about it.

Because she suspected Lin Heng had erectile dysfunction.

At the party, he smoked menthol cigarettes, and she had heard that men who smoke menthol cigarettes are usually impotent!

Applause!

Shang Xinglu asked again, “What about tomorrow? Are you sleeping here again?”

“I don’t mean anything else, but I’m worried your commute might be inconvenient. It’s a 40-minute drive, and you’ve been working hard. You should get some rest.”

…So considerate!

But she didn’t realize that her reasoning was exactly the same as last time.

Lin Heng wasn’t a goldfish, he remembered everything clearly.

Of course, even if he didn’t remember, he wouldn’t change his plans or thoughts because of one sentence from Shang Xinglu.

Lin Heng said, “I’ll be staying here this month, it’s closer to the branch office, and I have more meetings there.”

Shang Xinglu lost color and almost collapsed.

Heavens, are you trying to kill me?!

Lin Heng saw her reaction and a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

“It’s getting late, let’s sleep.”

Shang Xinglu remained frozen in place.

Lin Heng chuckled, raised his voice and asked, “Or do you want to do something else?”

Shang Xinglu immediately dived into the covers, closing her eyes.

“I—I’m sleepy, good night!”

“Good night.”

The room fell silent, and darkness gradually took over.

The next morning, Shang Xinglu spent a long time in the bathroom.

It wasn’t constipation; she was asking dear Marilyn—What exactly does Lin Heng dislike?

Bidu and Bige had betrayed her.

But Marilyn wouldn’t!

Once Marilyn spoke, everything would make sense!

Marilyn was deeply moved by the news that Lin Heng was going to stay at the Shanhai Residence, and then she was touched by the wife’s actions as well.

Although the wife had been acting strange lately, she was still considerate!

Marilyn spoke without holding anything back.

Shang Xinglu had to wake up early today to accommodate Lin Heng’s schedule.

They met at the breakfast table—Lin Heng had already been to the gym for a run, and she had just gotten up.

…But she really tried her best!!!

During breakfast, Shang Xinglu casually mentioned, “I’m quite bored at home every day. Do you think I should do something?”

Lin Heng: “Do whatever you like.”

Shang Xinglu “struggled” for a while and then said, “I’ve recently developed a liking for fluffy things. I think having a dog would be nice, but dogs are too ordinary. Penguin chicks are cute too. Maybe I should open an aquarium and be the curator there?”

“Although I could only pet penguins in the zoo, it’s a bit boring. I could build a penguin exhibit in the backyard too, and then I could pet penguins every day!”

She said it in a troubled tone.

But her hand on her cheek covered the upward curve of her mouth.

Because at that moment, Lin Heng’s face was already half dark!

How fortunate! How fortunate.