The sweetheart of a strong president

Here, people can enjoy delicious food, fine wine and music and spend an unforgettable night.

Mr. Lin held the hands of an adult and a child and looked at the people around him lovingly. They stood on the stage and gave a brief speech. The whole family met everyone together.

Mr. Lin gave a speech, which roughly meant thanking all the guests for coming and expressing the hope that this dinner would enhance friendship and promote cultural exchanges. Afterwards, the host and guests raised their glasses and wished the dinner a complete success.

Next, Mr. Lin took his wife’s hand and came to the bar area. He wanted to order a pregnancy drink for his wife, but the waiter said there was none, and then he reported to his superiors in a panic.

Lin Zihan's face turned green in an instant. He called Xiao Zhao and expressed his anger slowly and leisurely. His angry temperament was also very special.

"How do you do your job? Do you still want to work? Where's your wife's drink? Bring it to me right now, right now, in five minutes."

Xiao Zhao answered the phone, feeling very aggrieved.

This is a dinner arranged by the branch office, okay? If you want to blame them, it's their poor arrangement.

Why did he have to be the one caught in the crossfire?

No matter how wronged you feel, you still have to do your job.

He quickly called the front desk to prepare two bottles of hot milk, which were delivered in 4 minutes and 59 seconds.

The atmosphere around was very strange. No one dared to approach Mr. Lin. Only Mrs. Lin tried to comfort him in a soft voice.

The waiter took out the cups and was about to pour the milk into them, but Mr. Lin snatched them away and poured the milk himself, then handed them to his wife.

The whole process was slow and leisurely, as if no one was around.

Su Wan secretly criticized him, "He's really good at putting on airs. Can he be even more pretentious?" She glared at him.

Mr. Lin knew everything in his mind: Little thing, why are you looking at me like that? I’m doing this for your own good, okay?

Jin Xiaodong watched the whole process. She knew very well that Mr. Lin was expressing his dissatisfaction with her and did not take his wife's special circumstances into consideration.

She wanted to make amends, but he didn't give her a chance. She was alone, feeling awkward and depressed.

Which smart person doesn’t understand the twists and turns involved?

Many people teased Jin Xiaodong in their hearts, saying that they should not challenge Jin Xiaodong's patience since they knew that Mr. Lin doted on his wife.

Mr. Lin ordered a glass of red wine for himself. The two of them held hands and walked among the crowd. He kindly introduced the guests to his wife.

The flowers around the terrace swayed in the breeze, as if cheering for this feast.

The guests were chatting and having a great time while tasting fine wine and enjoying melodious music. It was so pleasant.

At some point, the band stopped playing and the entire banquet hall fell into a brief silence.

Suddenly, a piano piece sounded, the melody was smooth and rhythmic, attracting the attention of everyone present. Looking at the source of the piano music, it turned out that Hansheng, the naughty little guy, had once again become the focus of everyone. He played "Evening Party" skillfully, and his confident appearance won warm applause and praise.

Seeing this, Su Wan felt both proud and helpless. She knew that Han Sheng would definitely have a new trick next.

Sure enough, he waved to his mother, his eyes full of expectation. Su Wan didn't want to be the focus in such an occasion, but facing the child's request, it was difficult for her to refuse.

As soon as Su Wan walked onto the stage, Han Sheng excitedly announced: "Dear guests, my mother and I will play Richard Clayderman's "Memento of Love" together. Whether you like it or not, please give us some applause to encourage us." How could anyone refuse such childish words? The applause immediately resounded throughout the venue.

The guests present had long heard of Mr. Lin's son, who was clever and eccentric, and showed extraordinary talent at a young age. Now seeing him, they found him bold and generous, worthy of being Mr. Lin's bloodline.

Everyone was full of expectations for Su Wan's piano skills. After all, as Mr. Lin's wife, she should be outstanding in every aspect.

As for General Lin, as long as it is his wife and children, he likes it no matter how they make trouble.

He knew his wife's abilities.

At this moment, he was sitting comfortably with his long legs and feet stretched out, appreciating the scenery leisurely and contentedly.

The two pianists, one big and one small, became the focus of the whole audience. Their fingers danced on the black and white keys, and the melodies they played were like the sounds of nature, which made people intoxicated.

They cooperated so well, as if they were partners who had gone through countless times of working together, and the harmonious melody moved everyone present.

President Lin stood in the audience, his eyes fixed on the two people he loved most. Their elegant postures, focused expressions, and the pleasant music formed an enviable picture.

Mr. Lin's heart was deeply touched. As he listened to the familiar melody, his eyes became red and moist without him noticing.

Jin Xiaodong, who was sitting behind him on the left, felt gloomy when she saw this. She knew that Lin Zihan and his wife had a good relationship, but seeing this scene at this moment still hurt her deeply.

The look in Lin Zihan's eyes when he looked at his wife was so focused and passionate, he simply loved her to the core.

This person who used to be his childhood friend and could have been his perfect match, now won't even look at him for an extra second.

She was so blind, how could she lose such a man?

When the last note of the music finally fell, Mr. Lin slowly walked onto the stage. When the mother and son turned around, he extended his hands affectionately and hugged them tightly.

He kissed the child's forehead first, then kissed his wife's cheek, alternating between left and right, expressing his deep love and pride.

At this moment, the audience burst into warm applause, cheering for this touching scene.

Before the applause died down, the melodious waltz (slow waltz) began to play, and someone in the crowd shouted excitedly, "President Lin and Mrs. Lin, let's dance!"

Mr. Lin gave a look that seemed to ask: "Is it okay, Madam?"

His wife told him with her eyes and smile that it was okay.

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Mr. Lin took his wife's hand and slowly walked into the center of the dance floor. Their graceful postures and light steps seemed to blend perfectly with the rhythm of the music.

As the melody rose and fell, they began to dance. Mr. Lin gently held his wife's waist, and their bodies seemed to merge into one. The two looked at each other, with each other's shadow in their eyes.

Mrs. Lin was wearing an exquisite evening gown. The fabric of the gown was soft and gorgeous. As she danced, the hem of her skirt rippled like waves, reflecting dazzling light.

Mr. Lin's fingers gently roamed over the skin of his wife's waist, and every touch was full of tenderness and temptation.

Every movement of the two seemed so natural and coordinated, and every step seemed to be a trajectory of love. Their dance steps were no longer a simple rhythm, but an expression of emotion and a communication of the soul.

They not only showed off their dancing skills, but also their deep love for each other.