Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 520: Can’t Hide My Affection

"I always thought she would be with the second young master of the Lin Family." A shadow hovered over Meng Heming’s face, giving it a rather gloomy and chilling appearance.

Upon hearing his words, Uncle Ma’s forehead wrinkled deeper. "Why does sir say that?"

"When you like someone, it can’t be hidden, nor does it escape the eyes of onlookers," Meng Heming said emphatically.

Uncle Ma fell silent, astonished in his heart, yet he had no doubt about the judgement of his master.

Uncle Ma vaguely remembered when Miss Shen was young and visited the An Residence with her father. Whenever she saw something delicious or fun, she would always say, "It would be great if Ayue could come." Even before her marriage, she often mentioned the second young master of the Lin Family...thinking back now, Uncle Ma was quite shocked.

But, if Miss Shen truly had deep feelings for the second young master, then why did she marry the Young Master Lin?

Uncle Ma didn’t understand the intricacies here.

Upon reaching the study door, Meng Heming personally pushed it open. Then he turned around and said, "Have all the people from the guest room pulled back."

"I have already had everyone withdraw," replied Uncle Ma, a wise old follower of Mr. Meng.

To protect Miss Shen’s privacy, Uncle Ma had arranged for his men to leave after seeing the second young master of the Lin Family enter Miss Shen’s bedroom.

"Mm." Meng Heming’s face was somber and cold. As he spoke, he walked into the dimly lit room and casually closed the door.

Uncle Ma watched the closed door before directly heading to the small kitchen, where a concoction was being brewed. This was something he attended to with utmost care every day.

Within the An Residence, the environment was serene, the interior filled with winding paths, and the corridors adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, giving a sense of antiquity and tranquility, making one feel as though they were isolated from all worldly chaos.

The guest room was separated from the main courtyard by a garden, where Shen Jingrou rested.

In the quiet courtyard, there were occasionally high-pitched voices and intermittent sobbing, which after some time gradually subsided.

A large old parasol tree grew in the courtyard, with tender green leaves spreading out, giving a view of vitality when looking up.

***

Ever since knowing the "dad’s" phone number, the first thing An Yin would do after class each day was to phone him. Even though the conversation was just idle talk about trivial life matters, gradually, she became obsessed with making these calls, unable to sleep if she skipped a day.

From these conversations, An Yin gained a new understanding of this "dad."

He had a good temper, always responding appropriately even when she talked about the most mundane things, occasionally offering his own views.

Of course, all her actions were kept secret from Ms. An.

Yet, with her frequent calls to this man recently, she had inadvertently neglected An Ying.

Ultimately, it was An Ying who missed her daughter and called, reminding An Yin that it had been a long time since she’d called home.

An Yin’s carefree behavior made An Ying believe her daughter was so caught up in her romance that she had forgotten about her mother.

The mother and daughter had not contacted each other for a long time, resulting in a lengthy conversation, with An Ying instructing her daughter on some matters.

After hanging up, An Ying transferred some money as they had discussed earlier, which An Yin accepted without hesitation before opening Bao Shaojin’s WeChat.

Every time she saw his profile picture, her heart raced, feeling as if she were being roasted in a furnace, warm and burning.

Ms. An had instructed her to give the money she transferred to Bao Shaojin.

Last time when An Yin was hospitalized, all the admission procedures were handled by Bao Shaojin, which An Ying was aware of.

An Yin activated the transfer function and sent the money from Ms. An to him, then swiftly composed a text message.

[An Yin: This is the medical fee you advanced last time, please accept it!]

After sending it, she quickly put her phone on her desk.

Within three seconds, a buzzing sound was heard.

An Yin stared blankly for a few seconds, her hand trembling slightly as she picked up her phone, and sure enough, saw his name.

Trembling with fear, she answered. "Hello..." She preferred exchanging texts with him, at least she wouldn’t have to endure the oppressive feeling he brought.

"Have you had dinner?" the man’s deep voice arrived.

An Yin’s body shuddered, "No...I have."

Just as she was about to say she hadn’t eaten, she realized her mistake and quickly changed her response.

However, given how keen Bao Shaojin was, how could he not notice she was lying?

"Really?" The man’s voice dragged out, clearly distrustful.

Under his dominance, An Yin could only bashfully mutter, "I’m not hungry yet."

Upon hearing her words, the man spoke coldly, "I’ll have Assistant Lin come pick you up."

The mention of this made An Yin’s heart race. "No, really, I’ll go to the cafeteria to eat, is that okay?"

"Now, head out." His tone was eerie and warning. "If you don’t come out, I’ll personally go to your school to get you."

Faced with his assertiveness, An Yin was utterly defenseless, fully convinced he would do as he said. Would he really show up at school? If her classmates saw him, how would she explain their relationship?

The mere thought gave her a headache.

"Have you made up your mind?" He spoke again.

"Okay." An Yin was overpowered. "I’m heading out now."

"Alright."

After hanging up, An Yin castigated herself inwardly. Under his persistent pressure, she had no choice but to comply obediently.

In the bathroom, she retied her ponytail and washed her face. Seeing her clean and tidy self in the mirror, her gaze shifted to her lips. How would they look if she added a touch of color?

As she stared at the mirror in a daze, a string in her mind snapped.

What was happening to her? She had never been interested in makeup before, and even going out, she didn’t care much about her appearance. Why was she acting so pretentious now?

Feeling uneasy, An Yin stepped out of the campus, heading to where Assistant Lin was parked.

From the moment she got in the car, she remained silent, sitting obediently.

Assistant Lin found it quite strange, glancing more than once at the rear seat.

The car smoothly drove into the underground garage of Jiangjin Garden.

Assistant Lin got out to personally open the door for her. As An Yin alighted from the rear seat, she appeared somewhat uneasy. Whenever she got nervous, she couldn’t help but tightly grip the strap of her bag.

In the garage, all kinds of luxury cars were parked, with Assistant Lin’s car parked at the spot closest to the elevator, the best position.

Opposite were regular parking spots with various cars neatly parked, among which a red car stood out, and the girl in the driver’s seat was staring directly at the elevator entrance.

Upon seeing the figure in front, her rosy lips parted slightly, "Yinyin?"