Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 470 Eldest Brother's Widow 7

Yin Xiao finally pulled her away before Ling Yi could shove the glass into the person's mouth.

"Okay, be careful not to cut yourself."

Ling Zhiguo, who was in so much pain that he almost fainted, was nearly made to jump up in anger by these words. What a despicable couple!

The agitation vanished completely with the violence. Ling Yi took a deep breath and regained her calm demeanor: "Get out."

Ling Zhiguo squinted his barely open eyes, secretly glared at Ling Yi, and then scrambled out of the room.

Once only the two of them were left in the office, a look of loneliness and embarrassment appeared on her face: "I relied on your power, thank you."

"Just a verbal thank you?" Knowing he shouldn't, Yin Xiao still couldn't resist making a rude remark.

Under Ling Yi's cold gaze, he smoothed things over: "We just got a new chef at home. If you really want to thank me, why don't you try making some dishes?"

Ling Yi knew perfectly well what he meant by those words, and slightly lowered her brows, making it impossible for Yin Xiao to see her expression: "You..."

"Alright, it's getting late. Don't make the chef reheat the food."

Yin Xiao interrupted Ling Yi, instinctively not wanting to hear what she was going to say next.

It's nothing more than the dead Yin Hong again, and there are also issues with identity restrictions and such.

He had already thought about this the first time he met her, so why did he need Ling Yi to remind him?

On the way back, the two rode in the same car, but the car was unusually quiet.

The woman with a black veil on her arm just stared blankly out the window, as if reminiscing about the past.

Seeing her like this, Yin Xiao felt that he might have done something stupid again.

It's perfectly normal for young couples to be all lovey-dovey on their way to and from get off work. Perhaps the person looking out the window at this moment is using his face to recall things that have nothing to do with him.

Yin Xiao personally brought Yin Hong back to the two of them, feeling a surge of anger at his own stupidity.

When people get angry, they tend to act irrationally.

For example, he suddenly asked, "What are you thinking about?"

For the uncle and aunt who had only met a few times, this question was far too inappropriate.

Ling Yi snapped out of her reverie, wondering whether Ling Zhiguo's son, who was currently speeding, had broken his leg. A hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes as she tried to hide it, saying, "It's nothing."

"Think of Yin Hong," Yin Xiao smiled indifferently, "Isn't he also..."

"That's fine." Ling Yi didn't want to hear the name of a dead person so late at night; it was considered unlucky.

"I wasn't thinking about anything." Her tone became slightly more forceful, as if she were confirming some of Yin Xiao's thoughts.

Instead of releasing the pent-up anger, it intensified inside Yin Xiao's stomach, making his heart ache.

The woman who had hurriedly replied to him now seemed somewhat dazed, perhaps thinking about that deadbeat again.

A dead man is far more difficult to deal with than a living one.

His image will be infinitely idealized in the hearts of the living, eventually reaching a level that no one can attain, not even those with the same face.

Ling Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Yin Xiao's unpleasant expression, which grew even more sorrowful.

Enraged by her expression, Yin Xiao ripped off his cufflinks and got out of the car, leaving first.

Ling Yi slightly curled the corners of her lips behind his back.

The best way to deal with lust is to maintain a distance.

When he feels close to you, push him away and let him see the veil between you.

This can help the fire burn and, more importantly, protect your safety to the greatest extent possible.

What if the fire gets too big and can't be controlled?

Ling Yi knew a little about martial arts and felt that she would definitely calm Yin Xiao down completely.

The moment she stepped off the bus, the cold wind brushed against her face, putting an end to Ling Yi's scheming thoughts for a moment.

She once diligently studied psychology, but now she uses it to seduce men, which is truly disheartening for her.

Six months. If she has just six months, she won't need to do these things that go against her beliefs anymore.

Hopefully, everything will go as smoothly as she imagines.

The woman, so thin she looked like a sheet of paper, stood in the wind, as if she would be blown away by the autumn wind at any moment, which made Yin Xiao's heart tremble.

He softened his tone by two octaves: "Would you like the chef to reheat the dish?"

That's what they said, but in reality, the chef just stayed in the kitchen playing on his phone for a few hours before starting to cook when Yin Xiao and the others returned.

When Ling Yi came to the living room after changing into her home clothes, the last dish was placed right in front of her.

Brightly colored pine nut corn looks appealing and tastes delicious.

It must be said that Yin Xiao has a knack for pleasing women.

The chair behind him was pulled out, and Yin Xiao chuckled, "I thought you didn't want to have dinner with me."

His brother had only passed away a few days ago, and his laughter was so carefree that Ling Yi, who was maintaining her image as a widow, couldn't help but glance at him several times.

The condemnation in that statement is easily visible.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yin Xiao touched his face and shrugged. "Okay, it's my fault. I shouldn't have laughed at this time, but you have to understand me..."

"An older brother I haven't seen for over twenty years has died, and a fortune has fallen from the sky and is falling into my lap to inherit. Am I not even allowed to be happy?"

Not all twins have a good enough relationship; from childhood, there was an atmosphere of irreconcilable conflict between Yin Hong and Yin Xiao.

Yin Hong must destroy anything Yin Xiao likes, and Yin Xiao must get his hands on any toy Yin Hong sets his sights on.

This conflict was only forced to stop when the brothers were separated due to their parents' divorce.

More than twenty years later, when one of the parties involved in the dispute disappeared, another took his place, wanting to take what belonged to Yin Hong, just as he had in his childhood.

But this time, he seemed hesitant to smash the toy as soon as he got it.

He didn't even dare to snatch the toy from her; he could only watch her reminisce about the past and miss her old flame.

The dead left a deep mark on her life, while he, the living, had to rely on her troublesome uncle to have dinner with her!

Thinking of this, Yin Xiao's mood worsened.

His smile grew even wider, but he changed the subject: "Didn't you hire two bodyguards? If the company is full of people like that guy, how are you supposed to work?"

Ling Yi paused with her chopsticks, looking at Yin Xiao expressionlessly: "If everyone were like that, I wouldn't need to work."

If everyone were like Ling Zhiguo, it would mean that everyone in the company, from top to bottom, even the retired police dogs kept by the security guards, would start to rebel.

Then why is she still stubbornly staying at the company?

It would be better to go abroad and live a life of exile as soon as possible.

"Alright, alright, I misspoke." Yin Xiao raised his hands, persisting: "But your bodyguard..."

“I asked them to do other things, and they just happened to be out.”

If they weren't there, how could they have given you the chance to "save the damsel in distress" and satisfy you, you pervert?