?70: Chapter 70: The Mysterious Egg 70: Chapter 70: The Mysterious Egg After some thought, he still felt it was better to say he hadn’t seen it, so the other person wouldn’t harbor any ulterior motives towards him, and so he answered, “Don’t know her, haven’t seen her.”

    “Haven’t seen it yet you know I’m the beautiful host of a live streaming show, who would believe that.”

    Han Meiling felt that Lin Yifan was lying to her all along, but she also didn’t have any solid evidence to prove it.

    Even so, she wanted to chase after this handsome man near her because she didn’t want to let go of any wealthy guy, especially one who was this handsome.

    Therefore, she introduced herself, “Hello!

    My name is Han Meiling, a female host of a live streaming show.”

    “Uh...

    Can’t shake her off, huh?”

    Lin Yifan was speechless, not having expected the other person to actually introduce herself and take the initiative to get close to him.

    Since that was the case, he accepted it; he then introduced himself, “Hello!

    My name is Lin Yifan; pleased to meet you.”

    “Mr.

    Lin also lives on the eighth floor?” Han Meiling curiously asked; because she noticed that the elevator was going to the eighth floor, with only one number indicated.

    “Yeah.” Lin Yifan nodded and then asked, “You live on the eighth floor too, right?”

    “Right!

    It seems we are really fated,” Han Meiling said with a wide grin, extremely excited.

    “Indeed, quite fated!” Lin Yifan embarrassingly agreed.

    Just yesterday, he watched her live streaming, excitedly eating a banana, and today he had to face her in person, truly not knowing how to cope.

    Now, he began to feel anxious; if he were to be chased every day by a beauty with weapons even bigger than Wang Xiaolin’s, what was he to do; and moreover, they lived on the same floor, a terrifying thought indeed.

    “How old are you this year, Mr.

    Lin?

    Where do you work?” Han Meiling was extremely curious about Lin Yifan, drilling down to the basics.

    “Why are you asking these questions?” Lin Yifan countered.

    “No reason, just seeing that you’re young and promising, just casually asked,” Han Meiling answered.

    Lin Yifan felt that he had become the target of her attention, so he hurriedly explained, trying to dissuade her, “Oh!

    I see; actually, there’s not much to say, I’m just a wage earner.”

    “A wage earner?

    Mr.

    Lin, are you joking with me?” Han Meiling asked with a face full of skepticism.

    Just then, the elevator reached the eighth floor, and the two of them walked out side by side.

    As Lin Yifan walked, he replied, “Do I look like I’m joking?

    If I were a wealthy guy, why would I still be renting an apartment?”

    “But...

    the car downstairs...” Han Meiling was somewhat puzzled, hoping for an explanation.

    “That car isn’t mine,” Lin Yifan replied.

    “Is that so?” Han Meiling still didn’t believe that Lin Yifan was just a wage earner.

    “Do you think I need to lie to a stranger?” Lin Yifan retorted.

    “I wouldn’t know about that,” Han Meiling responded.

    From the beginning until now, she felt as if he was hiding something, seemingly deliberately avoiding her.

    “If you think so, then so be it, but I have no intention of deceiving you,” Lin Yifan no longer felt like explaining.

    “What an untruthful young man, scared as if this old lady would eat him up,” Han Meiling thought to herself with a resigned chuckle.

    She was convinced that Lin Yifan must have seen her live stream, and his reluctance to admit it was because he didn’t want to lose face; it very much fit the psyche of a homebody.

    For a homebody, she had ways to let him reveal his true nature, so she straightened her chest and seductively asked, “Mr.

    Lin, have you had dinner yet?

    Why don’t you come to my room, I’ll make you a bowl of egg noodles?”

    Fixed on the large weapons in front of her chest, Lin Yifan couldn’t help but swallow hard.

    Han Meiling’s figure was simply unscientific, with a slender waist, long legs, protruding front and a perky back, plus a big mouth—she was the spitting image of a Barbie doll, and it was quite incredible.

    He zoned out for a brief moment before snapping back to reality, hurriedly answering, “No, I’ve already eaten.”

    He definitely didn’t want to fall into the “tiger’s den”; otherwise, there would be no return.

    Although the other party only paused for a short while, Han Meiling could see two words in their eyes, and those were “excited.”

    “Not bad self-control, better than the average otaku.”

    That was her initial evaluation of Lin Yifan.

    Because, typically, an otaku wouldn’t refuse after seeing her imposing assets, followed by her invitation to come inside.

    “What a pity for my eggs, there are so many, who knows when I’ll be able to finish them?”

    Han Meiling opened the bag in her hands, took a look, and put on a pitiful expression.

    Seeing a bag full of eggs, Lin Yifan asked curiously, “Why did you buy so many eggs?

    Knowing you can’t eat that many, why still buy so much?”

    “Eggs are not only good for beautifying but also for breast enhancement, and they’re key for protein supplementation; there are so many benefits, so I had to buy more.”

    Han Meiling replied with a sly smile, unsure whether the other party could grasp her meaning.

    “Eggs can beautify and enhance breasts?

    They have that function too?

    How come I didn’t know?”

    Lin Yifan was completely bewildered, not understanding the underlying meaning.

    What confused him even more was why she sighed.

    So, he naively asked, “If that’s the case, what’s there to pity?”

    “Want to know the answer?

    Then lock into my live stream!

    My live-streaming room number is 90010, and the name is ‘Big Brother.’ I’ll be streaming promptly from ten in the morning until one.”

    Han Meiling gave a seductive smile before turning around and walking back to her room.

    “What does she mean?

    Is she going to live stream eating eggs?

    Or live stream...”

    As he pondered, Lin Yifan became more confused; in the end, he could only silently return to his room.

    Back in his room, he took out his mobile phone and called his younger sister.

    After chatting for a while and hearing that his parents’ conditions were stable, he felt relieved; then, he gave his sister his mobile number to keep in touch in the future.

    After the call, he shopped online and bought all the living essentials he was missing.

    At eleven o’clock at night, he went to bed on time and drifted off to sleep.

    Under the same sky, in a presidential suite at the Cloud Sea International Hotel, cries for mercy rang out; after a while, there was a sound of “slap slap slap,” followed by Lin Yifan’s figure appearing in someone’s mind.

    The next morning, Lin Yifan did his usual routine: brushed his teeth, washed his face, had breakfast, and then drove to pick up An Qi and Zhou Jiajia for work.

    However, today he was a bit excited because Zhou Jiajia said yesterday that there would be a surprise for him today, and he couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

    After a drive of about fifteen minutes, he arrived in front of An Qi’s villa.

    Today, as usual, he arrived half an hour early.

    Now, with nothing else to do, he got out of the car, stood by the roadside, faced the sea breeze, and watched the distant sea.

    For some reason, looking at the sea always allowed him to cast aside all distractions.

    After about ten seconds, a beautiful figure appeared behind him.

    Zhou Jiajia tapped his shoulder and then, as he turned to look, suddenly shouted in an attempt to scare him.

    “You can’t scare me with such little tricks,” Lin Yifan said with a smile.

    “No fun!” Zhou Jiajia pouted like a little girl.