The love story of a wealthy brother and sister

It was not yet 6 o'clock when we arrived at Xiaoci's grandmother's house, just in time for dinner. Yu Xiu and Du Meifen had already prepared a table full of dishes.

"Braised prawns, steamed eggplant, sweet and sour spareribs, fried melon, all of which are Lin Xiaoci's favorites," Lin Jingran looked at the table full of dishes and smiled at Lin Yingci.

Du Meifen was carrying out chicken soup, a little embarrassed: "What does Jingran like to eat? I'll make some more."

"Don't pay attention to him, grandma," Lin Yingci took her grandmother's hand and asked her to sit down, "He has similar tastes to me and likes to eat these, too."

"Yes, grandma," Lin Jingran looked at Lin Yingci lovingly, "I eat with her."

Yu Xiu brought out the last dish - braised crucian carp.

"I remember that Xiaoci loved to eat fish when she was little. Come and try some," Yu Xiu asked everyone to sit down and brought a drink to Lin Jingran. "You can't drink while driving, but it's okay to drink, right?"

Lin Jingran reached out and took the Coke: "Of course, thank you, auntie."

"You, don't buy so many things next time you come," Yu Xiu looked at the things piled up at the door, "Your grandma never eats them, so she just leaves them there."

"Grandma, your eyesight is not good," Lin Jingran said as he took a box of bags over. "I heard about this from Xiaoci as well. I bought this in the UK. Grandma, you can try it. Just take two pills a day."

"Yes, grandma," Lin Yingci held Du Meifen's hand, "Jing Ran bought this especially for you, you must remember to eat it."

"Okay, I'll eat." Du Meifen nodded repeatedly and looked at Lin Jingran behind her. "Thank you, good boy, for always remembering us."

“No, no,” Lin Jingran declined hastily, looking at Lin Yingci embarrassedly. Lin Yingci immediately understood, “I told him that, otherwise how would he know.”

Du Meifen laughed and gently rubbed Lin Yingci's hand: "You are also a good child."

"Hurry up and eat," Yu Xiu greeted everyone with a smile, "the food is getting cold."

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The two of them returned to Shanghai together at night. The highway was empty late at night. Only the two of them were chatting in the car. The music was playing "As long as you love me"

"Are you cold? Is the air conditioner too low?" Lin Jingran turned up the temperature and asked with concern.

Lin Yingci shook her head and said slowly, "I think grandma has aged a lot."

Lin Jingran nodded and said slowly: "Actually, you can bring your grandmother and aunt to Shanghai."

Lin Yingci looked at him, and he also looked at Lin Yingci: "One of our partners is insolvent and can't pay, so he mortgaged two private houses to me. I can renovate one of them and let my grandmother and aunt live in it."

Lin Yingci turned around and looked at him: "Let my grandma and aunt live together? Won't mom say anything?"

"What can she say?" Lin Jingran smiled. "It's given to me, not to her."

Lin Yingci nodded, thought for a moment and said, "Let's talk about it later."

After a while, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Lin Jingran, and said seriously: "But thank you for always taking care of me and my family."

Lin Jingran also turned his head, and Xiaoci's eyes fell lightly on his face. Their eyes met, her eyes were clear and firm, and she did not evade.

Lin Jingran could only look away and muttered a little aggrievedly: "Why are you talking like this all of a sudden, as if I were a stranger."

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Early in the morning on the weekend, Lin Yingci slept in. When she went downstairs, she saw Lin Jingran walking into the kitchen from a distance;

She also slowly walked towards the kitchen, only to hear Shen Yilin's voice:

"I heard from Auntie that you like noodles, so I wanted to try making our noodles to see if they suit your taste."

It turns out that she is cooking again;

Lin Yingci turned slightly to the side and took a look: She was wearing a cute apron, her hair was casually tied in a low ponytail, and her smile was sincere and warm.

"Thank you. You don't have to be so polite." It was Lin Jingran's voice.

"Miss Shen's hands were splattered with oil. There aren't many young girls who can cook like this," said Sister Li as she scooped out the stew from the casserole.

Lin Jingran looked at Shen Yilin and said embarrassedly: "Thank you for your hard work. Next time, let Sister Li do these things."

In a blink of an eye, Sister Li saw Lin Yingci and quickly called out, "Xiaoci is coming down."

Lin Jingran turned around suddenly and saw Lin Yingci standing at the door obediently, smiling quietly.

"Sister Yilin is such a good cook. You will be in for a treat in the future." She glanced at Lin Jingran.

Lin Jingran's face turned pale and red, and he said helplessly: "What are you talking about?"

"Noodles or porridge for breakfast?" Mrs. Li asked her as usual.

"Let's drink the porridge. This noodle..." She deliberately glanced at Lin Jingran while speaking, "Let's leave it to someone else."

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Lin Jingran's face immediately turned green. Just as he was about to say something, Lin Yingci walked out without even looking back.

But looking at her back, he felt inexplicably much more relaxed. Compared to when she suddenly said thank you last night, he really liked her talkative side now.

Even being sarcastic can be so cute, Lin Jingran thought.

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Hengyuan Group

In the chairman's office, Lin Jingran sat opposite Chen Ying, looking distressed.

"Does she have to live at home? Can't she live somewhere else?"

Lin Jingran stared at Chen Ying.

"Then you have to ask your father. Is it reasonable for your father's sister's niece to come to Shanghai and not live in our house?"

Chen Ying flipped through the documents without looking up;

"Your apartment in Jinyue, give it to her to live in. I'll take her there."

"Lin Jingran," Chen Ying finally raised her head, "The Shen family has a very important cooperation with us in Hong Kong. We also like Yilin. If we let her live at home, how will it bother you?"

Lin Jingran stood up impatiently: "Forget it, I'll move out." After saying that, he left quickly. Chen Ying called him a few times, but he still left without looking back.