Chapter 2 Protecting His Wife

Chapter 2 Protecting His Wife

"You brat! Your brother's classmates are all using iPhone 16s, and he's still clinging to his crappy Android! You, as his sister, may be shameless, but I still have my pride!"

A sharp, grating female voice rang out; it was her own mother, who loved her son dearly but never raised him, and even criticized him for urinating too high.

"I have no money," Lin Mianmian replied calmly.

Wang Shumei shrieked, "Bullshit! You embezzled the money you used to buy medicine for your grandma last time! What are you pretending to be poor for? Your brother is our family's only son! If he embarrasses us, your ancestors' graves will be emitting black smoke!"

"Aunt Wang next door's daughter bought her brother a house outright! And you? Buying a cell phone is like it's going to kill you!"

"If I had known you were so heartless, I would have gotten rid of you in the first place!"

Wang Shumei: "Isn't Young Master Xie shamelessly offering to be your mistress? How many times have you slept with him, you brat! The amount you leaked through your fingers is enough for your brother to buy ten of these!"

He then spat at the call screen.

"Shameless slut! She doesn't even know to ask for money when a man takes advantage of her!" Wang Shumei rolled her eyes with disdain.

"I told you I have no money!" Lin Mianmian gripped her phone tightly, fighting back tears.

"No money today? Fine! I'll pull the plug on your grandma's oxygen tube right now!"

“Go to your school and hang up a banner saying that Lin Mianmian from A University is a heartless beast who drove her own mother to jump off a building!” A series of vicious and harsh words jumped out.

I'm going to let the whole school know that your own mother wishes she could put you back in her belly and strangle you!

"That's enough, Auntie!" Jiang Nuan hung up the phone, unable to bear it any longer.

Lin Mianmian's phone screen was lit up; her mother's WeChat profile picture showed her son as a child.

It's always been like this since she was little. Wang Shumei loves her younger brother, but she scolds, insults, and beats him. She also does all the housework, big and small, for him.

His younger brother, Lin Yaozu, took pleasure in bullying him, relying on his father's power. The calluses on his hands were large and hard.

When she was dating Xie Lin, she felt inferior and didn't want to hold hands, but he would always take her hand, kiss her lips, and say, "You look so beautiful."

But it was just a game between them, a charade, and they can't be trusted.

After all, even her closest parents didn't love her, so how could Xie Lin possibly love her?

But as long as my grandma is around, I have something to look forward to.

The little girl wiped away her tears and said, "Okay, I promise you, this is the last time, don't hurt Grandma."

"After sending the message, I closed my eyes, calmed myself down, unlocked my phone, and opened the pinned Kyoto University part-time job group."

A few days later, the "Snowman Bingbing" milk tea shop

Tiny Lin Mianmian was tiptoeing and struggling to carry a box of creamer to the top shelf.

The sharp edges of the box scratched red marks on her fair, soft skin. "Hiss!" The cash register suddenly beeped with an order notification.

"Ten Matcha Frappuccinos! Full sugar and popping boba!"

It was her younger brother, Lin Yaozu, who shouted at the door and pointed the live-streaming camera from the new iPhone 16 she had bought for him directly at her:

"Look, everyone! Isn't this the internet celebrity who made the young master become a mistress for love?" Lin Yaozu, full of malice, shouted loudly in the live broadcast room, deliberately making fun of him.

Lin Mianmian kept her head down and didn't have time to pay attention to him, focusing on making milk tea. There were still many orders to come.

A black mask and an employee hat covered her pure and beautiful face, and large milk tea stains were on her clothes, making her look somewhat sloppy and disheveled to outsiders.

The live chat exploded immediately:

[Holy crap, what makes the young master look so miserable?]

"Rely on being sexy, huh?" Lin Yaozu rolled his eyes.

[Are your clothes smelling rotten? I can smell their cheapness even through the screen!]

"It's rotten, it stinks like a toilet." He just spouts lies without thinking.

[I heard she's being kept by Young Master Xie? Where's her sugar daddy?]

If even an ugly woman like that can get close to the prince, then so can I.

[Her photos circulating online are quite beautiful.]

"High-end, of course. These days, it can lengthen the legs and slim the waist."

"Oh, right!" Lin Yaozu suddenly put his phone down: "Hey guys, make sure you follow me closely and bet carefully, then type '666' for the special move!"

He grabbed the pearl bucket from the control panel and poured it all over him!

Sticky black pearls rained down on her face.

Black pearls are sticky and greasy.

"Lick it clean, sis!" He laughed, stepping on the rolling pearls. "Aren't you pretty good at licking Xie Lin's stinky feet?"

Lin Mianmian bit her lip, her fingers trembling:

[Haha, this poor dog looks like it's about to cry.]

[The trash Xie Lin has grown tired of!]

Is this the most beautiful girl at Peking University? Poor thing.

Hearing the commotion, the store manager rushed out and, without even asking any questions, immediately berated Mianmian: "You troublemaker, I'll dock your pay! You have to pay compensation!"

Lin Yaozu slapped the invoice on her sticky face: "Thanks, sis! You worked day and night to save money to buy this phone."

The next second, someone kicked him in the butt, leaving a big footprint.

A searing pain shot through him: "Who is it?" Lin Yaozu shouted angrily.

"Your dad!" The man threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it.

Before Lin Yaozu could even recover, Liang Cheng poured a whole bucket of swill, soup and rice, from the cafeteria onto his head, leaving not a drop.

The stench was unbearable; it had truly become a toilet, forcing passersby to pinch their noses and quickly leave.

"Don't you love milk tea? Your brother-in-law asked me to treat you to freshly made swill milk tea."

Liang Cheng squatted down and threw several more red bills in his face.

"Take the money and get out of here! It's enough for you, you beast, to wash your dog skin."

Seeing that something was wrong, Lin Yaozu was so frightened that he ran away in a panic, his body covered in filthy puddle water.

In the empty VIP ward, Xie Lin received a message from his brother: Mission accomplished!

He smiled slightly, then, remembering how much his darling had loathed him yesterday, he picked up a cigarette from beside the bed with the IV drip in his hand.

He took one puff after another, and soon the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, just like his fragmented mood at that moment.

Seeing the silly little dog doll that Lin Mianmian had given him before, he lazily picked it up.

His silver hair fell messily across his forehead. He chuckled and poked it. His voice was hoarse and roguish: "Tell your mother to come back...did you hear me?"

He sighed and stared blankly at the puppy.

It is said that people are prone to superstition after being heartbroken, and the once arrogant Prince Xie was no exception.

His crimson eyes caught sight of a crystal-like profile picture in his WeChat list, and his fingertips suddenly stopped.

He typed slowly, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the smoke making him squint.

His tone was languid yet revealed an absurd stubbornness: Xie Lin: Master, didn't you say that if I bought the crystal peach blossom necklace, my wife would be completely infatuated with me?

(Attached: Kitten tilting its head and asking question emoji)

On the other side of the screen, the "master" of "How to Make Your Wife Spoil You for a Lifetime" instantly sent product links, with pop-up windows appearing with an air of self-righteousness:

Master: Buy it, and the bag will be pampered.

Xie Lin stared at the line of words, then suddenly chuckled, his chest heaving as cigarette ash fell in a flurry.

"This name, damn it..." He licked his chapped lips, the cross earring flashing with a sharp light as he moved. "Wasn't it tailor-made for me?"

Overjoyed, he transferred 9,999 without hesitation with his large, well-defined hands.

She casually scooped up the silly little dog and gave it a big kiss, her roguish voice mixed with a thick nasal tone, but unable to hide her excitement: "Son, wait! Your mom's coming back to pamper us!"

(*⌒⌒*)” is inexplicably cute.

Why don't you seduce your mom first?

With boundless energy, Young Master Xie flipped through his photo album and picked out a picture of his abs that was partially obscured by light and shadow. The thin muscles in the photo looked as if they had been carved by a knife.

The V-line disappears into the loose hem of the pants, exuding a lazy yet brimming tension.

Lin Mianmian deleted him, and he deliberately set the settings to "visible only to strangers," with a caption of only three words:

"Cold, seeking warmth." — A quintessential male enchantress.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he irritably ruffled his silver hair, closed his eyes, and threw himself back onto the sofa in the ward.

Adam's apple bobbed: "Aren't my abs fierce enough?"

The image of Lin Mianmian coldly saying "It's just acting" flashed through my mind.

He clenched his fists tightly, a fierce glint in his eyes: "Damn it, what if some vixen snatches it away?"

No, he needs to get better quickly so he can personally go and pester his precious little darling.

Let's go out and soak up some sun first. His brother is coming right away, so he can push him around in his wheelchair.

After the farce ended, Lin Mianmian cleaned herself up and went to the payment counter of Beijing First Hospital to pay for her grandmother's bill.

Lin Mianmian clutched the envelope. Inside was 50,000 yuan, which she had scraped together by working part-time and borrowing from all the student loans available.

Inside the glass window, the cashier typed on the keyboard and said, "Bed number 3, Zhao Cuifang, owes 87,000 yuan. If she doesn't pay today, her medication will be stopped tomorrow."

"Could you give me a few more days? I only have 50,000 yuan." The little girl's doe-like eyes glistened with tears as she asked nervously.

"This is a hospital, not a market. There's no bargaining here," the cashier said, rolling her eyes.

I cursed him in my heart, "You poor bastard, if you can't afford it, don't pay it. Don't keep me from getting off work."

Going to work every day is annoying enough, but running into her is really bad luck.

"If you don't have money, don't get treatment. Just wait to die. Next one." He blurted out.

Just as Lin Mianmian was about to retort, a familiar scent of cedar mixed with masculine hormones wafted into her nostrils.

It was Xie Lin. Bai Xiulin, who was pushing the wheelchair, had a face as black as the bottom of a pot: "You dare to come out and roam around before your injuries have even healed?"

Xie Lin ignored him completely and stared intently at his precious item in front of the payment window.

There was a big surprise when I went out to sunbathe.

The girl's face was as tender as a peeled egg, white and pure.

As if untouched by the world's pollution, her eyelashes were fine and thick, and her eyes, in particular, were bright and beautiful.

Looking further down, her waist is supple and slender, as if it could break with the slightest touch.

Even when his Mianmian is just wearing a simple pink t-shirt and has her hair in a ponytail, she looks incredibly beautiful. Like a fairy descended from heaven.

I can never get enough of looking at it.

"How much is the difference?" Xie Lin glanced impatiently at the toll collector with his captivating peach blossom eyes.

Lin Mianmian spoke coldly, shoving the envelope tightly into the window.

"I can pay by myself. You don't need to, thank you." Polite, courteous, and distant, as if the three months of passionate love had never happened.

Looking at the familiar girl in front of him with such a cold expression, the arrogant young master felt extremely wronged.

"Still 37,000 short!" The toll collector blushed and her heart pounded when such a handsome man glanced at her. She cleared her throat and said shyly.

Xie Lin took a bank card and tossed it into the window, indicating that he wanted to swipe it.

After payment, a flamboyant woman, carrying a Chanel bag, leaned against Xie Lin's shoulder, her buttocks sticking out, and called out to him in a coquettish voice, "Husband~"