C12 Digging a Hole in the Wall in front of Him

"Hello there, young master. Might I inquire as to your identity?"

Lee Wanqing was far from aristocratic stock; she was merely an ugly duckling aspiring to wed into affluence.

Upon meeting Lin Quansheng and learning of his family's wealth, Wanqing, who had previously maintained a flirtatious rapport with Quansheng, swiftly initiated her scheme.

She endeavored to embody the perfect wife and mother, aiming to captivate Quansheng's affection.

When the moment was right, she and Quansheng indulged in a passionate affair, which eventually led to the conception of Lin Mengyao.

A mother's status was elevated by her child.

With Wanqing now bearing the Lin family's progeny, the family begrudgingly accepted her into their fold.

Thus, Wanqing secured her place within the Lin family.

Back when Quansheng held sway over the Lin family, Wanqing had her every whim catered to and was deemed a paragon of virtue.

But with Quansheng's fall from grace, Wanqing began to court favor with Lin Xinguo's family by any means necessary.

However, Lin Xinguo and his family hardly acknowledged Wanqing's existence.

She was nothing more than a fair-weather opportunist.

"I am Yang Wenfeng, the scion of the Yang family. I've heard tales of a young lady blossoming within the Lin family, and indeed, she is quite exceptional upon first sight."

Yang Wenfeng's lecherous gaze roamed over Wanqing's figure unabashedly.

Adorned in a plunging evening gown, Wanqing's pale expanse of skin was on full display.

The gown's thigh-high slit also accentuated her long, elegant legs.

Though Wanqing lacked Mengyao's innocent beauty, she possessed a charm all her own.

Despite being Wenfeng's senior, it was clear that he paid little heed to such formalities.

"Not to worry, Mengyao is following in my footsteps."

Despite Wenfeng's disrespectful ogling, Wanqing showed no inclination to shield herself or evade his attention.

Instead, she presented herself with unabashed confidence.

Aware that Quansheng's influence in the Lin family was waning and foreseeing harder times ahead, Wanqing knew she had to secure a future for herself—whether through leveraging Mengyao or her own fading allure.

To ensure a life of luxury and splendor, she was willing to take precautions.

She had no intention of enduring a lifetime of hardship alongside Lin Quansheng, a man she deemed worthless.

Even though Yang Wenfeng wasn't easy on the eyes, his wealth promised a life of opulence and privilege.

After all, who really cared about looks? Under the covers, it didn't make a difference.

"Could it be that Yang Wenfeng has set his sights on our Mengyao?" Lee Wanqing inquired with practiced ease.

Yang Wenfeng made no attempt to conceal his intentions, nodding affirmatively.

"Great, great. So, Yang Wenfeng, you'd like me to handle the arrangements?"

"I'll persuade Mengyao to divorce that good-for-nothing and instead, join you."

Yang Wenfeng shook his head slowly.

"I'm not interested in marrying someone who's been married before, but Mengyao... she's quite decent..."

"No, no, you're mistaken, Yang Wenfeng. Mengyao's marriage to that madman was strictly the Lin family matriarch's command. In truth, nothing happened on their wedding night; Mengyao is still pure."

"Really? Can that be true?"

Yang Wenfeng was visibly skeptical.

"It's the absolute truth. As her mother, wouldn't I know?"

"I assure you, it's true."

"Hmm, I'll need to think about it. But marrying her directly doesn't have the same appeal. It's like rice; it tastes better when cooked in the pot."

Tang Hao overheard their secret conversation and couldn't help but feel disgusted.

A mother selling her own daughter, and another man with a penchant for other men's wives.

Was he really into the thrill of the forbidden?

Tang Hao rolled his eyes in disdain at the pair of repugnant individuals.

"Oh, I get it, Yang Wenfeng, I do. No worries. As long as there's genuine affection, the formalities don't really matter, right? I'll go and whisper in Mengyao's ear."

"She always listens to me. I'll play matchmaker for you two, and I guarantee success."

Yang Wenfeng's laughter was as loathsome and sleazy as it gets, his corpulent body quivering with mirth.

"But once you and Mengyao tie the knot, perhaps I, as your mother-in-law, might also..."

"Hmm, Aunt Lee, I, Yang Wenfeng, am a man of principle. Rest assured, once this is taken care of, you'll be well compensated."

While speaking, Yang Wenfeng brazenly reached out his chubby hand and caressed Lee Wanqing's thigh.

Lee Wanqing wasn't upset; she playfully swatted at Yang Wenfeng instead.

"Yang Wenfeng, you're such a tease."

Tang Hao was taken aback by Yang Wenfeng's forwardness.

'Oh my goodness, it seems my future father-in-law's honor is at stake.'

"So, shall we go meet him now?"

Yang Wenfeng's thoughts lingered on Lin Mengyao even after his encounter with Lee Wanqing.

"But isn't my worthless son-in-law still there? Oh, right, he's just a madman. What does it matter if he knows? He's lucky to be alive thanks to the Lin family."

"What could he possibly do?"

Lee Wanqing didn't consider Tang Hao a threat in the slightest.

With that, Lee Wanqing sashayed over to Tang Hao's table with Yang Wenfeng in tow.

"Come, Mengyao, let me introduce you. This is the future heir to Qrapo, Mr. Yang Wenfeng."

Yang Wenfeng extended his hand to Lin Mengyao with eagerness.

Caught off guard while eating, Lin Mengyao instinctively shook hands with him.

However, Yang Wenfeng seized Lin Mengyao's delicate hand and wouldn't let go, his other hand continuously stroking hers with evident pleasure.

Tang Hao was aware of the softness of Lin Mengyao's hand, but he had no intention of letting other men discover it. His eyes held a glint of menace.

Lin Mengyao forcefully withdrew her hand, glaring at Yang Wenfeng with annoyance.

"Oh, my apologies, I overstepped. Miss Lin, your skin is so naturally exquisite and soft; I've never encountered such before and got carried away," Yang Wenfeng said, pulling up a chair to sit beside Lin Mengyao.

"Miss Lin, the weather is lovely tonight. How about a swim in the pool at the Yang residence to beat the heat? Afterwards, we could enjoy a moonlit conversation about life and discuss our futures."

While Yang Wenfeng's words were couched in diplomacy, his eyes, small as green beans, seemed almost affixed to Lin Mengyao. He never once looked away. Lin Mengyao felt a profound sense of revulsion toward Yang Wenfeng.

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