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The driver parked the car, and Guan Su Lin led Zheng Mengni upstairs.
On the top floor, in the presidential suite, Guan Su Lin entered while answering a phone call. Zheng Mengni greeted him and quietly returned to her room.
Guan Su Lin casually glanced to the side, his gaze following her retreating figure. Suddenly, he called out, "Send me a message when you're done washing up; I have something for you."
Zheng Mengni turned back, lightly nodding in acknowledgment.
Guan Su Lin moved to the floor-to-ceiling window, squinting as he looked down at the bustling nightlife below. He let out a soft chuckle.
It was infuriatingly familiar. If he could help it, he wouldn't want to set foot in this wretched place again. But then again, he reminded himself that he had returned to inherit everything from his father. From now on, this territory would still bear the Guan name.
Not Guan Li's Guan, but Guan Su Lin's Guan.
After taking a shower and drying her hair while doing her skincare routine, Zheng Mengni leisurely sent a message to Guan Su Lin.
"I'm done; you can come up."
Guan Su Lin, feeling exhausted, perked up at her message. He glanced at the time—it had been nearly two hours. He stood up with a smirk, grabbed the bag containing his clothes, and knocked on the master bedroom door.
"You're quite particular, Zheng Mengni. Two hours for a shower?"
Zheng Mengni opened the door just a crack, revealing her big watery eyes—shy yet innocent.
"I'm sorry, I'm a bit slow. I should have known to wait for you instead."
"No worries, I'm happy to wait as long as you are," she replied simply, making Guan Su Lin feel immensely appreciated. Any trace of resentment he had vanished in an instant.
Zheng Mengni lifted her little face, beaming with a smile. "You're so sweet."
Guan Su Lin found himself worried by her smile. How could someone wield their smile as a weapon? Its power was so great, and yet he couldn't find a reason to resist it.
Ah, this is exhausting.
With that thought, Guan Su Lin didn't even feel it was a problem that Zheng Mengni had blocked him at the door. He raised the tote bag in his hand. "These are clothes. You should wear them when you come home with me tomorrow. They're beautiful; I think you'll like them."
Zheng Mengni blinked her eyes. "Can I open it and take a look?"
Guan Su Lin chuckled. "I wouldn't mind if you wore them to bed right now."
Zheng Mengni opened the door just a little wider and took the tote bag from him. She buried her little head inside, peering in before letting out a sweet gasp. "Wow, look at this!"
She lifted her head, beaming as she praised him. "Guan Su Lin, your taste is amazing! I love it!"
Guan Su Lin felt his mood lift immensely as Zheng Mengni left after reminding him to get some rest.
As soon as the door closed behind her, the warmth in her eyes faded completely.
Turning around, her dark hair slid down her shoulders as she casually tossed aside the clothes Guan Su Lin had given her, her eyes darkening with a hint of disdain.
They were indeed nice and expensive, but they were nothing like what Zheng Mengni liked.
What Guan Su Lin hoped for was simply for her to dress in a way that pleased him and would win over his family.
But then Zheng Mengni paused, glancing back thoughtfully at the tote bag she had thrown on the floor.
Suddenly, she softened her expression and pursed her lips gently.
She turned back, bent down, and picked up the exquisite bag.
There’s no need to throw a tantrum right now. First, I need to let someone lower their guard. Otherwise, how can they truly experience the pain that comes from their own arrogance?
Zheng Mengni sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly fiddling with the voice recorder in her hand.
Let’s turn back time to three days ago. The circumstances surrounding Wei Jingxi’s role in her stepmother's miscarriage remained questionable, and Zheng Mengni took the opportunity during her free time to keep an eye on this matter.
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