Chapter 182 Little Sweetheart

Mrs. Lin looked at Shen Qing with eyes full of anticipation, only to hear the young woman softly utter two words: "Good genes."

"..." Mrs. Lin froze instantly, and even the housekeeper cleaning nearby almost dropped her bowl.

"Oh." Recovering her wits, Mrs. Lin suddenly remembered something, "Qingqing, how is your relationship with Yu Min'er?"

"Yu Min'er?" Shen Qing narrowed her eyes. "Not great."

"I see. Then I won't go to her art exhibition."

Yesterday, Mrs. Lin had received an invitation from Yu Min'er to attend a third-tier art exhibition she was holding in Fancheng. Keeping her guard up, Mrs. Lin hadn't given a definitive answer, saying she would see how things stood closer to the date.

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow. "Is Auntie close to her?"

"Not at all." Mrs. Lin shook her head quickly. Back then, when Lin Ruiyang agreed to go watch the girl's performance, she had assumed the two of them had an extraordinary relationship, which was why she started keeping in touch with Yu Min'er.

"Well, don't get too close. It doesn't look good." With that, Shen Qing glanced at Lin Feng, who was walking over with a plate of fruit.

Mrs. Lin was taken aback, not fully catching Shen Qing's meaning.

"Shen Qing, have some fruit." Lin Feng picked out the largest pear for Shen Qing.

"Why didn't you slice it?" Mrs. Lin complained with distaste. Such a huge pear, and they had just finished a meal—she would burst from eating all of that.

"Slicing a pear carries bad luck. You all eat, I'll take one upstairs for Ruiyang." Carrying a single pear, Lin Feng headed upstairs.

Mrs. Lin asked again, "Qingqing, what did you mean by it not looking good?"

Shen Qing bit into the pear, chewed slowly, and finally replied, "Uncle Lin."

Mrs. Lin was stunned for a moment, then took out her phone. "I'm going to block and delete her right now."

Mrs. Lin didn't understand politics, but she had witnessed firsthand the arduous path Lin Feng climbed step by step. She would not allow anyone to drag Lin Feng down into muddy waters.

Shen Qing quickly finished the pear and, noticing Mrs. Lin was still staring at her phone, leaned over to take a glance. A glaringly red headline caught her eye.

#The Exquisite Romance of the Iceberg Prince and the Sweetheart Rich Kid Has Me in Tears#

"Qingqing, look at this. Is this talking about my Lin Ruiyang?" Mrs. Lin tapped open a post on the First High School online forum. One section of it read:

He pressed his lips together, his eyes holding three parts cold detachment, three parts mockery, and four parts casual nonchalance. The little sweetheart raised his dull yet adorable little head to look at that expressionless face, his voice soft and tender: "What else can you do besides grinding through practice problems?" "I can also grind—you."

Having read the entire post to the end, Mrs. Lin was completely thunderstruck, charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

"An iceberg prince who only knows how to grind practice problems... Isn't this clearly talking about Lin Ruiyang?!" Mrs. Lin's hand shook, causing her phone to slip. Shen Qing caught it with quick reflexes and cast a quick glance over the screen.

"Mm, it's him." Shen Qing placed the phone back on the sofa.

"Then... that little sweetheart, is he a guy?"

"Mm."

Mrs. Lin's brain exploded with a buzz!

Lin Ruiyang had never hung out with girls before; could it be that he really liked guys? Judging by the description in the forum post, he seemed to be the dominant one, too...

"Qingqing, do you know who the little sweetheart is?" The just-now-devastated Mrs. Lin was instantly brought back to life with full health.

"Liu Yichen, probably." Shen Qing thought for a moment before answering. At school, Liu Yichen was practically the only one who hung out with Lin Ruiyang.

"Liu Yichen? From the Liu family?" Mrs. Lin propped her chin up to think. She had met him once at a parent-teacher conference—he was quite a handsome boy.

Watching Mrs. Lin plunge into endless daydreams, Shen Qing silently lowered her head to play with her own phone.

***

Yu Min'er's art exhibition was scheduled for three days before New Year's Eve, and the very next day would be the fashion show in Capital City.

As soon as the exhibition opened, representatives from both the Mo family and the Qin family of Capital City made their appearance, along with prominent figures from various industries who came to join in the excitement. Yu Fei was run off her feet with busyness.

"Min'er, you have a lot of comments on your Weibo. You should hurry up and reply to some of your celebrity friends," Zhou Ping reminded Yu Min'er after finishing her hair.

"Mm." Yu Min'er scrolled through WeChat, only to discover that Mrs. Lin had disappeared from her contacts list. Her brows furrowed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ping walked over, noticing Yu Min'er's displeased expression.

"Nothing." Yu Min'er put down her phone. "Has President Mo arrived?"

"He's here. Oh, and by the way, there's also Young Master Chen. It seems he's waiting for you outside."

Chen Lu?

Yu Min'er's brows furrowed even deeper. "I'll go take a look." With that, she walked out of the room.