She should give up now, right? Yan Ting would absolutely never marry her again.
The office door was suddenly pushed open with great force. The man who entered was tall and domineering, like a storm rolling in, making the entire space instantly tense and suffocating.
Huo Qinglin saw him and turned pale with shock, abruptly standing up from his office chair.
"Brother... you ca to see ..."
"Did you spread the news? Why would you do this?" Yan Ting furiously leaned heavily on the desk, his muscular fra inclining forward, his deanor hostile and accusatory.
In terms of presence, Huo Qinglin was far from being a match for Yan Ting. Being stared down by those cold, angry eyes made him feel slightly guilty.
"You want to know why?" Although Huo Qinglin was sowhat intimidated by Yan Ting’s imposing aura, once he steadied his resolve, his courage grew. He raised his gaze and t the eyes of the enraged man opposite him: "Because I’ve fallen for Lin Banxia."
"What right do you have to like her? Weren’t you only ever interested in the pear garden she owned? Now that the pear garden has lost its value, what do you want from her now?" Yan Ting sneered.
"I want her!" Huo Qinglin, riled by the mocking tone, erupted in frustration: "Why do I have no right to love her? She was originally my girlfriend. It was you... you who took her away!"
At this mont, Huo Qinglin resented Yan Ting deeply. His proposal had been rejected by Lin Banxia, turning into a public joke, while Yan Ting had secretly married her and brought her into the family. When Huo Qinglin thought of this, his rationality nearly twisted out of control.
Yan Ting’s gaze darkened, filled with grim anger. "A foolish act like this doesn’t worry you about angering Uncle and Grandpa?"
Huo Qinglin’s entire body trembled violently. Ever since yesterday until now, his mind had been feverish, his overwhelming desire focused solely on how Lin Banxia would react upon seeing this news. But it seed he had overlooked his father and grandfather’s responses.
With Yan Ting’s reminder, Huo Qinglin started to panic slightly.
"No wonder Grandpa calls you an idiot. Turns out it’s true. Huo Qinglin, let give you a heavy warning right now—don’t you dare have designs on Lin Banxia. She belongs to and only . If anyone touches her, don’t bla for turning ruthless." As Yan Ting spoke these words, even his gaze carried a piercingly strong warning.
Huo Qinglin clenched his fists in rage, raising his eyebrow in defiance: "We’ll see how you pass the Chu Family’s roadblock. If you’re destined never to give her happiness, I won’t back down this ti."
"When did you start loving her? Didn’t you despise her the most?" Yan Ting scoffed coldly.
Huo Qinglin’s expression faltered, his voice losing its confidence: "I don’t know, but I’m certain this isn’t just impulsive."
"Does Banxia know?" Yan Ting narrowed his eyes and locked his gaze on Huo Qinglin. As a man, he could sense the trace of sincerity in Huo Qinglin’s expression, and his heart sank slightly.
Huo Qinglin glanced up at him briefly, mocking himself: "I confessed to her. She must know."
"How do you even have the audacity to confess to her? You once drove her into a desperate situation. She will never forgive you." Yan Ting thought that, in terms of brazen nerve, Huo Qinglin could undoubtedly be described as impenetrable steel.
Huo Qinglin looked visibly defeated, slumping into his office chair, propping his head up with one hand as if ashad to face anyone, his voice utterly devoid of spirit: "Yes, I admit I did so terrible things to her before, but that was in the past. Now, I’m different—I think she’s very special. She’s given a feeling that no one else has ever given ."
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