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“Bingbing, have you lost your mind? Hurry up and apologize to Master Zhao,” Mother Lin said anxiously, pulling her daughter close.
“Mom, you can't decide this. Just withdraw the betrothal gifts,” Lin Bingbing replied seriously.
“How can we return the money? That thirty million was all lost when your brother went to Aodao last time, and he still owes fifty million,” Mother Lin whispered, her voice lacking confidence. She felt a pang of guilt towards her daughter and couldn't bring herself to meet her gaze.
“What?” Lin Bingbing's eyes widened in disbelief. “Mom, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I thought that once you married the Second Young Master of Shyr's family, we could borrow some money from them to pay off your brother's debts. Bingbing, you can't be willful. You should go ahead and marry the Second Young Master of Shyr's,” Mother Lin said in a lowered voice.
However, even in a hushed tone, the Shi Family nearby could hear her words.
Upon hearing Mother Lin's comments, the expressions of the Shi Family shifted from coldness to amusement. A prestigious family like the Shyr family, especially one with a martial arts background, had always looked down on celebrities from the entertainment industry. If it were the Young Master of Shyr or Shi Ning getting married, their partner would definitely not be someone from showbiz. As for the Second Young Master of Shyr, the Shi Family had long given up on him; if he wanted to marry a star, so be it—he wouldn't inherit the Shyr family's legacy or martial arts anyway.
Lin Bingbing was taken aback by her family's situation. Suddenly feeling unprepared, she realized she only had a few thousand yuan left for living expenses. Over the past two years of filming, she hadn’t taken any money—even when Director Zhang offered it to her. Now she found out her brother was such a spendthrift.
“Lin Qi, I won’t take responsibility for your debts. As for losing thirty million to the Shyr family, I won’t hold that against you either. How about this: Master Zhao, I have a villa at home that’s worth around thirty to forty million now. I’ll give that to you so we can settle our debts,” Lin Bingbing said, glaring at her disappointing brother with frustration before turning to Shi Shengguang with seriousness.
“Bingbing, how can you do that? If you give the villa to Master Zhao, where will our family live?” Mother Lin exclaimed anxiously.
“We can move back to our old house; what else can we do?” Lin Bingbing replied dismissively. She was fed up with her family's exploitation and needed to be firm.
“But the old house is so small!” Mother Lin frowned immediately. Transitioning from luxury to frugality was difficult; Lin Bingbing’s family used to be an average urban household with a four-bedroom apartment over a hundred square meters in Yulu City—not small by any means—but after getting used to living in a large villa, how could they possibly want to return to such a modest place?
“Didn’t we live there just fine before? Why can’t we live there now? I’ll move out; it’ll be enough space for you all,” Lin Bingbing said coldly.
No one expected Lin Bingbing’s family matters would be so dramatic, and it seemed her relationship with them was quite strained.
Shi Shengguang frowned; tonight was supposed to be a joyous occasion but had turned chaotic, leaving him feeling disgruntled and darkening his expression further.
“Enough! You handle your family matters later. Since you’re here tonight, there’s no choice—you must get engaged to my son. Miss Lin, my patience is limited; don’t challenge it with your stubbornness,” Shi Shengguang said in a deep voice, his tone filled with authority befitting someone in power.
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