Feed the tiger with her

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Lin Zhengxiong's deliberate approach aroused suspicion the second time, and the third time, that is, last night, was completely exposed.

That's why Jian Zhiyan's anomaly last night.

Various speculations made Lu Yin very sure that Jian Zhiyan already knew that Lin Zhengxiong was his biological father.

Then, the next step is the question of whether they recognize each other.

Lin Zhengxiong was quiet for a long time before he let out a sigh: "The political situation is turbulent and cloudy, and I have been unable to control myself. Many years ago, my wife and children were assassinated and pretended to be a car accident, which confirmed my decision to abandon Xi Hua's mother and daughter from the side."

"People who are close to me may not be at peace. I don't want the last drop of flesh and blood to encounter accidents."

Lu Yin nodded, even he felt that not knowing each other was the best state.

The only doubt is everyone's doubt, Lu Yin said.

"I just don't know what Yan Yan thinks."

The teapot boiled again, and the bitter aroma wafted away.

After a short moment of silence, Lu Yin's cell phone rang.

The hotel housekeeper sent a text message saying that Miss Jane had left the hotel.

Without waiting for Lu Yin's reaction, Jian Zhiyan's phone call followed.

Lin Zhengxiong held the teacup in his hand, glanced at it, and saw the name and profile picture on the screen. With a trace of concern in his eyes, he pointed to himself.

Lu Yin held the phone in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned on the speakerphone as Lin Zhengxiong wished.

"Early risers are gone, are you at work?"

Lu Yin said "hmm".

Jian Zhiyan's voice was clear, as if sweeping away the cloudy sky.

She said cheerfully: "I'm going out too, looking for An Ge, we're getting married tomorrow, and I won't be going to your place tonight or tomorrow night. Let me tell you, so you don't lose your temper again."

Lu Yin's tone softened unconsciously, and said, "It won't happen next time."

"Next time? You come up with endless tricks. When did you repeat it? I believe you don't have a next time. It's because you are worse next time."

"Yanyan..."

Lu Yin felt like a thorn in his back, and he regretted putting the two people's phone power amplifier on.

But Jian Zhiyan didn't know the situation here, she was still saying, "I'll give you some ice next time and see if you will have physical problems—"

"Jian Zhiyan." Lu Yin stopped her.

The girl paused, and pretended to be wronged again, "Every time I call you during working hours, you are so fierce."

Calculating old and new accounts together, Jian Zhiyan kneaded Lu Yin's heart sorely, but this is not the most important thing, at the moment, he only cares about one thing.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I'm not in a bad mood!"

Jian Zhiyan smiled, but the speed of her speech became faster, "My brother's happy day, how can I be in a bad mood, that's enough, I won't tell you anymore, the driver is driving over, I have to go back to the agency to give out wedding candy first, Hang up."

Holding the phone that was hung up, Lu Yin glanced at Lin Zhengxiong.

Hearing the young couple's private affairs, the original father's expression was a bit complicated, but now he was purely worried.

"Zhiyan is avoiding this matter," he said.

Lu Yin naturally heard it too.

Jian Zhiyan kept silent about the key point of last night, instead chalking it up to a joke between lovers.

Lu Yin: "Take it easy, she needs time to digest this matter." He said and got up.

It's been a long time since I came out, and I got the answer I wanted, so Lu Yin said "excuse me" to Lin Zhengxiong.

"Thank you for the tea, I should go back."

"Lu Yin."

Just as Lu Yin was about to turn around, Lin Zhengxiong stood up and called him to stop.

Lin Zhengxiong said nervously like never before, "Can you help me comfort her."

Lu Yin looked at him.

"Whether I can get her understanding or not, at least, I don't want her to shed tears because of me."

……

The wedding of Jane's family was so grand that almost all the dignitaries in the city were invited.

Among them, Lin Zhengxiong's arrival attracted the most attention.

He was sent to the manor by a handmade pure domestic red flag, and the passage specially prepared for him was full of security personnel.

Jian Zhilei came to greet him in person. During the waiting period, Lin Zhengxiong waited in the lounge, and the lounge and Song Ange's dressing room were door-to-door.

Song Ange wanted to have a private conversation with the widowed mother, so Jian Zhiyan and Ming Xihua withdrew from the room, leaving space for their mother and daughter.

In the corridor, they ran into Lin Zhengxiong and Jian Zhilei head-on.

Jian Zhiyan's heart twitched, and she subconsciously went to see her mother Ming Xihua.

At this point, Lin Zhengxiong finally believed what Lu Yin said, and his daughter knew it.

Ming Xihua was dressed in fancy clothes and put on a noble air, she asked Jian Zhilei.

"Who is this……"

"Lin Zhengxiong, Mr. Lin, is the honored guest at today's wedding."

Lin Zhengxiong: "Hello, Mrs. Jane."

"Hehe," Ming Xihua smiled, "Since you are a distinguished guest, please drink two more glasses today."

At this time, Zuo Mansheng came to look for Ming Xihua, as if he had avenged his vengeance, Ming Xihua proudly raised his head, said excuse me, then took Zuo Mansheng's arm and left.

Jian Zhilei has long been used to her mother's temper, which is always inexplicable when it is cloudy and sunny.

He smiled apologetically at Lin Zhengxiong, and then introduced Jian Zhiyan.

"This is my sister, Zhiyan."

Lin Zhengxiong couldn't let others go, he smiled kindly and called her, "Zhiyan."

Her throat was sore, she had to swallow hard, and Jian Zhiyan could only show a smile, "Old Lin."

Just a greeting, Lin Zhengxiong was satisfied and nodded.

At the wedding, guests, details, and sudden emergencies need to be watched everywhere. Jian Zhiyan is the bridesmaid, and at the same time, she also has to worry about the bride. Sometimes she takes the wrong bouquet, and sometimes the jewelry matches the wrong dress. all kinds.

The wedding ushered in its climax until the bride was sent to the winding flower sea trail.

As soon as Dangdang's sonata sounded, Jian Zhiyan's nerves tightened, and she stood on the stage over the crowds, and saw Ming Xihua get up quietly, and walked towards the lounge.

Inexplicably, her palms were sweating, and she also wanted to follow up to have a look, but at the moment she was still holding the rings that the bride and groom were going to exchange, and she couldn't walk away at all.

Jian Zhiyan was anxious, anxious like a fire burning in her heart.

Finally, when it came to the couple's swearing-in session, the master of ceremonies motioned for a ring, Jian Zhiyan was stunned for a second, and stepped forward with her skirt.

"...I dedicate a ring to you, respect you with my body and mind, share with you with worldly goods, and because of the sacred name, I will join hands with you for a lifetime, and I will be loyal..."

Ironically, the oath of loyalty resounded in her ears, but Jian Zhiyan went to the lounge to spy on her mother's past betrayal.

She could hear her heart beating a drum, deafeningly loud.

But walking in the corridor with strict security, the sound of quarreling came out was vague and secretive.

Lin Zhengxiong's people were very guarded, but because Jian Zhiyan walked a few steps slower, they were about to come and check.

There was no other way, Jian Zhiyan had no choice but to enter the bride's dressing room first.

As soon as the door was closed, she couldn't hear anything at all. She walked around the luxurious and empty room, and finally locked her eyes on the perfume bottle on the dressing table.

She chose one at random, slammed it hard at the door, and then opened it.

"Accidentally broke a bottle of perfume. The smell in the room was too strong. After the bride came back, it must be uncomfortable. I opened the door first to release the scent."