Seeing that the old man had sent the car and contracted all of Jiaang Yunshan's medical expenses, Lin Chengtian felt that his marriage with Jiaang Yingying should be in the bag. Originally, he felt that marrying Jiaang Yingying was not from the bottom of his heart and that he had let her down. However, after all this, Lin Chengtian suddenly felt that marrying such a lovely person like Jiaang Yingying was not a loss. He even felt a little happy in his heart.

As someone who had been recognized by the entire Lin family as the Second Young Mistress, Jiaang Yingying sat in Lin Chengtian's room. Other than thanking the Lin family for their generosity to her father, she was also thinking about the purpose of the Lin family's actions. From what she knew of Lin Yaoguo, he certainly didn't seem like a good Samaritan.

Just as the two of them were embarrassed by the silence in the room, a commotion came from downstairs.

"Second Young Master, there are a lot of media outside!" A maid knocked on Lin Chengtian's door.

Lin Chengtian opened the door expressionlessly. "Do you still need to tell me about this? Let Housekeeper Chen deal with it."

"No, no, no, Second Young Master, the media isn't looking for you..." The maid was in a difficult position.

"Not looking for me? Then you should go to Manager Ding."

"Well, those media are all here for Miss Jiaang."

The maid's words stunned Lin Chengtian. "Oh, you go down first and guard the door."

Hearing Second Young Master's instructions, the maid left, but the noise outside had already alerted Lin Yaoguo. Before Lin Chengtian could go downstairs to deal with this matter, Manager Ding had already arrived downstairs. He arranged for his bodyguards to guard all the entrances and exits, and then he called in all the servants of the Lin family.

The outside of the door was full of people, and the flashbulbs kept flashing.

"Manager Ding, may I ask how the Lin family will respond to the joke of Young Master Lin's engagement banquet? Will it ruin the relationship between the Lin family and the Jiang family?"

"May I ask if Second Young Master Lin will really choose a date to get married after spending a few hours with the landlady?"

"It is rumored that Jiaang Yingying, the only daughter of Jiaang Yunshan, has booked a room with the Second Young Master. She is already engaged to the Qin family. Would Old Master Lin really allow her to marry into the Lin family?"

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One after another, sensitive and sharp questions were asked. They sounded like the First Young Master and the Second Young Master, but Manager Ding knew in his heart that all of these people's questions and all of their attacks were actually aimed at one person, and that person was Jiaang Yingying.

Lin Yaoguo, who was watching everything from upstairs, was not in a hurry. Instead, he smiled meaningfully. As if he was waiting for a good show, he lit up a cigar and leaned back in the rocking chair to continue to enjoy the show that he thought had been directed by someone.

"No wonder the Jiaang family went bankrupt, it's retribution for giving birth to such a slutty daughter!"

"Jiaang family has no upbringing, is the Lin family also blind? How can they allow such a woman to enter the house?"

"Miss Jiaang Yingying, we know you're inside. Why don't you come out and respond? Isn't it very fast to steal someone before marriage ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"

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The words of the surrounding media were getting more and more harsh and difficult to deal with. Manager Ding stood behind the iron door without saying a word, as still as a wooden man.

What kind of play was Manager Ding playing? Upstairs, Lin Chengtian sat on the chair with his chin in his hand, deep in thought.

Even Lin Chengzhong, who had been shot while lying down, could not understand what was going on. What puzzled him even more was why Jiaang Yingying had attracted the attention of this group of irrelevant people. ! Young Master Lin had many fans and countless suitors. There were countless female celebrities and rich daughters who could be considered his friends or had affairs with him. Why didn't the media send out a "crusade"?

Jiaang Yingying, who was in Lin Chengtian's room, could no longer sit still when she heard the misunderstanding and even insults directed at her by those people. Not only did they scold her, but they also included her parents in the scolding. This was too much!

"No, I want to get out! I can't be a coward!"

Just as Jiaang Yingying was about to barge out of the door, Lin Chengtian grabbed her wrist and said, "If there's anything, Manager Ding will take care of it. You don't have to think so highly of yourself."

"Let go of me! You shameless Lin Chengtian!" Jiaang Yingying glared at Lin Chengtian and said fiercely, "If you hadn't told Tian Tian and Qin Yue about this, would this matter have blown up? You are the culprit!"

"If it weren't for me, not only would you have been rejected, but you wouldn't even have been able to pay for your father's medical and hospital bills. Do you believe me?" Lin Chengtian's words hit Jiaang Yingying hard.

Since he had taken advantage of Lin Chengtian, he had no choice but to let him be arrogant. But Lin Chengtian's words made sense.

Jiaang Yingying remained silent and sat on the edge of the bed. "Who is it? Who is trying to harm me?"

"Dong dong dong dong - dong dong - dong dong dong -"

There was a knock on the door, but no one spoke.

Lin Chengtian knew that the person who knocked without saying a word was definitely not a servant.

"Come in, Xiao Budian."

As soon as Lin Chengtian finished speaking, the door was opened, and a small head poked in. "Uncle, I'm here to find someone."

"What do you want from me? Come in and talk."

"No, I'm not looking for you. I'm looking for Little Aunt."

Little Aunt? Who was Little Aunt?

Lin Chengtian and Jiaang Yingying glanced at each other.

"Little aunt, is it true that people outside are saying that you're going to marry your little uncle?" Kangkang rushed in and happily ran in front of Jiaang Yingying.

"I'm your little aunt?!" Jiaang Yingying looked at Kangkang and smiled helplessly. She explained, "It's like this. Those people are talking nonsense. Don't believe them."

Jiaang Yingying's explanation made Kangkang's excitement turn into disappointment, "You're not my little aunt? Then be my big aunt? That future aunt is so fierce, I don't want it!"

Ah?

"Kangkang, stop it. A little aunt is a little aunt. How can she be a big aunt?" Lin Chengtian was rendered speechless by Kangkang's words.

Jiaang Yingying was speechless. What was a child of such a young age thinking?

At this time, the noise downstairs seemed to have quieted down a lot. Lin Chengtian and Jiaang Yingying looked down and saw the heads of the people who had just gathered gradually disperse.

What method did Manager Ding use?

Soon, footsteps came from upstairs. It was Manager Ding's steady and powerful footsteps.

"Kangkang, where are you? Grandpa asked you to go to the study room!" Manager Ding's voice was powerful. Kangkang immediately hid behind Jiaang Yingying when he heard it.

"Little aunt, help! I don't want to practice writing!" Kangkang was obviously here to ask for help.

"Then tell me, why don't you want to practice writing with a brush? Don't you like learning how to write?" Jiaang Yingying asked in a low voice as she held Kangkang's chubby little hand and gently pulled him in front of her.

Kangkang blinked at Jiaang Yingying with his watery eyes, "I, I don't want to! Every time Grandpa lets me practice at this time, it gets dark."

Jiaang Yingying looked at the sky outside and then looked at the time. She finally understood why Kangkang had asked her for help.

"Dong, dong, dong!" Manager Ding knocked on Lin Chengtian's door. "Second Young Master, sorry for disturbing you. May I ask if Kangkang is here?"

Lin Chengtian did not reply. Instead, he looked at Jiaang Yingying and waited for her to deal with it.

"Here!" Jiaang Yingying replied. She took Kangkang's hand and comforted him as she pulled him out, "Auntie will accompany you to the study room and tell Grandpa that you don't practice calligraphy, okay?"

"Oh, okay, little aunt is so nice!" Kangkang was so happy that he danced with joy.

"No, no, no! It's not little aunt!" Jiaang Yingying kept waving her hands with three lines on her forehead.

"If it's not little aunt, then be my big aunt!"

"No, no, no, it's not big aunt either!"

"Then it's still little aunt?!"

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