Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 109: She’s Not Wrong

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: She’s Not Wrong

How could Mrs. Su have ever seen her youngest son grovel like this, all for a mobile phone?

Driven by curiosity, Mrs. Su glanced at the still-lit phone screen. Her gaze caught on the name "An Yin," but the phone was quickly snatched back by her son.

He held the phone tightly to his chest, like a protective mother animal, looking at his own mother with a wary expression.

"Who is An Yin?" Mrs. Su didn’t reprimand her son for snatching the phone. Instead, she felt quite curious about the name she’d seen just now.

The always obedient son suddenly seemed like a different person. Mrs. Su believed it might have something to do with this girl named "An Yin."

"Mom, this is my personal business." Su Yifeng rubbed his forehead, feeling exhausted after waking up, from the initial panic to now dealing with his mother.

"Hmm." Mrs. Su coldly scoffed. Seeing her youngest son so unsettled, she eventually couldn’t bear it, turning around to go downstairs.

In her heart, Mrs. Su was indignantly thinking. Her youngest son had never talked back to her, and now not only had he learned to drink but also valued a girl named "An Yin" so much. This couldn’t help but make her suspicious.

Could it be that this kid has taken a liking to her?

After going downstairs, Mrs. Su went directly to the study, took out her phone, and dialed a number.

When the call connected, she spoke first before the other person could, "Can you check if your brother has a girl he’s interested in?"

The person on the other end was clearly taken aback by Mrs. Su’s words, then chuckled, "Isn’t it normal for Yifeng to have a girl he likes at this age? Is it really necessary to investigate?" The man clearly didn’t take this matter to heart, speaking with a bit of jest.

"Just do it. Stop with the nonsense." Mrs. Su’s tone was noticeably displeased, laced with anger.

The person on the other end sensed it too, "Alright, alright. Whatever you say." After replying promptly, the call ended.

Upstairs.

After some hesitation, Su Yifeng took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to An Yin.

Su Yifeng: [I apologize for last night, sorry to bother you.]

Apologizing for calling her in the middle of the night, Su Yifeng didn’t recall that he saw An Yin at the "Qin Land Club," along with the man by her side.

Elsewhere, upon seeing Su Yifeng’s message, An Yin merely responded with a "smile" emoji out of courtesy.

An Yin’s indifference stemmed from not wanting to relive the embarrassment of last night. As for the message from Su Yifeng, she hadn’t thought much of it. After all, he was drunk last night, and coincidentally they ran into Bao Shaojin, and she ended up in the hospital for eating too many cherries.

That night, for An Yin, was simply unbearable to recall.

***

Bao Group.

All company executives have been extremely tense the past week, especially during meetings when faced with Mr. Bao, each was quiet as a mouse, not daring to make any small movements, even breathing quieter than usual.

Assistant Lin, being one of Mr. Bao’s most capable aides, was even more distressed.

Usually, Mr. Bao maintained a detached and aloof demeanor, but this time was different. He seemed shrouded in frost, and anyone who came close would feel a chill to their core, filling them with despair.

Outside the office, Assistant Lin, holding a document, took a deep breath at the door and knocked.

"Come in!" A low voice came through the door seam.

Assistant Lin composed himself, pushed open the door, and approached the desk, "Mr. Bao, this is the document sent by Director Li." After speaking, Assistant Lin placed it on his desk.

Returning to his previous spot, standing still out of habit, awaiting further instructions.

A distance away, Bao Shaojin wore a black suit jacket, with a white shirt underneath, the collar slightly open, revealing a section of neck, giving off a hint of wildness and audacity.

His sleeves rolled up, wrist exposed, contrasting with his slender fingers. Holding a pen, the golden pen tip glinted, and as it rotated in his hand, the light from the pen tip seemed to dance upon Assistant Lin’s figure, like a stream of brilliance.

After standing for a while, Assistant Lin was just about to speak when cold words reached his ears.

"You may go."

At that moment, Assistant Lin felt a great sense of relief!

"Understood, Mr. Bao."

After Assistant Lin left, Bao Shaojin got up and approached the floor-to-ceiling window, standing there upright, like a lone pine.

At this moment, his eyes were cold, lips pressed tightly into a line.

Many days had passed, yet the scene of that unpleasant encounter with the young girl lingered in his mind.

He considered himself a man of strong self-control; for years, everything he planned, expected, or unexpected, never escaped his control.

Yet now, a young girl had shattered the self-control he prided himself in.

After the hint from the old Madame of the Bao family, he had actually decided to distance himself from her affairs. But coincidentally, they met at "Qin Land."

Maybe he couldn’t stand seeing her—small and delicate—being stopped outside "Qin Land," and instinctively got out to help her.

This uncontrollable behavior, thinking back on it now, felt incredible!

However, there’s always a voice in his heart: she’s the girlfriend of his younger cousin!

That single fact alone was enough to douse the small flame of his inner turmoil!

When he lifted his eyes again, clarity had returned to them. His tall figure moved back to the desk, and he pressed the internal line phone. Once connected, he spoke, "I’ll negotiate the project in Country H myself, arrange my agenda for tonight!"

After he finished, a trace of somberness flickered in his dark eyes.

***

Before autumn had settled, winter’s footsteps arrived quietly.

An Yin was terribly afraid of the cold; as soon as winter arrived, while others wore light clothes, she had already pulled out thick coats to wear, a habit Jiang Keke laughed at every winter.

She joked that An Yin’s winter outfit seemed just like those people wandering outdoors in northeastern China.

That day, with the temperature suddenly plummeting, the sky turned gray early in the morning, and the cold wind howled by, heralding the coming of winter. The leaves along the school path gradually withered, trees once lush and green were now bare in the blink of an eye, swaying in the cold wind, as if telling a tale of seasonal change.

An Yin curled up in her blankets, reluctant to get up, especially since it was Saturday, with no classes.

Even going to the bathroom, she hurriedly ran, and once she came out, she grabbed a book and nestled back into the warm covers.

Before she could even turn a page, her phone next to the pillow vibrated with a "buzz buzz buzz," drawing her attention.