Having said that, if Shao Zhanlin refuses again, it will obviously be a heinous crime.
Qin Yawei also staked her life's acting skills and was determined to win someone tonight. However, she didn't expect that just when she thought her goal was about to be achieved, the study door was pushed open from the outside.
Jiang Yihan, who was only as tall as the corner of the table, hung on the doorknob in a tiptoeing posture. He looked at Shao Zhanlin, who was being entangled in one side of his neck. Under Qin Yawei's cannibalistic eyes, he said indifferently:
"Dad, I'm a little scared to be alone. Can I sleep with you tonight?"
As if he couldn't see the poisonous cold light in Qin Yawei's eyes, Jiang Yihan spoke innocently.
Shao Zhanlin saw all the cunning in his son's eyes, but did not expose it. He pulled Qin Yawei's hand away and nodded:
"Can."
The final word is final, with no room for maneuver.
Seeing the hard-earned opportunity slip away from her hands, Qin Yawei was trembling with anger, but she had no choice but to do anything about the brat, so she could only protest to the man at the desk:
"Zhan Lin!"
Seemingly angry, strange and dissatisfied, Shao Zhanlin just pretended that he didn't understand and said to Qin Yawei: "It's getting late. I'll ask the housekeeper to arrange a car to take you back."
After saying that, he pressed the internal line to notify the housekeeper. He acted so quickly that he didn't give anyone a chance to react.
Seeing his resolute attitude, Qin Yawei knew that she would have no chance today, so she had to bite the silver teeth into pieces and swallow them with the blood.
Then, in Jiang Yihan's proud and provocative eyes, he left with hatred.
…
As soon as Qin Yawei left, Shao Zhanlin looked at his son who was not hiding his emotions with a clear face.
"Are you satisfied now?"
The words were interrogative, but the tone used was affirmative.
Jiang Yihan was not surprised to be caught. If Shao Zhanlin couldn't read his mind, then there was something wrong.
However, being exposed on the spot like this still made Jiang Yihan feel uncomfortable. He touched his nose and said shamelessly:
"What are you satisfied with? It's obvious that I'm saving you from trouble and helping you keep your chastity. If you don't thank me, forget it, but you're going to beat me up. What a profiteer!"
At the end, Jiang Yihan felt more and more that this was the case. He straightened his chest and became more and more confident.
Shao Zhanlin was also dumbfounded by his barbaric theory and said dumbly:
“For whom should I remain chaste?”
Shao Zhanlin never considered himself a chaste person.
If you are really that clean, you will be fine.
The little one in front of him would never have been born. It was just that he had been indifferent since he was young, and the women around him were too greedy, so he couldn't be interested.
"Who else could I do it for, of course it's my mommy!"
Jiang Yihan answered without thinking.
"Your mommy?"
Shao Zhanlin looked at his son.
Wasn't the person he sent away just now his biological mother?
"It's Jiang..."
The harmonious atmosphere made Jiang Yihan forget that the environment he was in was comparable to a wolf's den, and he answered almost all questions. Fortunately, he reacted quickly when the words came to his lips and swallowed back the unspoken words in time.
Despite this, Jiang Yihan still felt guilty and subconsciously glanced at the man next to him, and as expected, he saw him looking at him with scrutinizing eyes.
Jiang Yihan's scalp was numb for a while when he saw it, so he could only explain it forcefully.
"I mean, the mommy you will find for me in the future."
"Really? Isn't it Jiang..."
Shao Zhanlin subconsciously wanted to say Jiang Nuantang's name. As he spoke, he remembered what Qin Yawei said and the information he found in the morning.
He suddenly lowered his face and ended the topic in silence.
After a while, he rubbed his sore eyebrows and said to Jiang Yihan:
"Go take a shower! You can't go to bed until you're clean."
Jiang Yihan pouted, feeling that Shao Zhanlin was asking too much, but he still walked to the door obediently. After all, it was the first time to sleep with his father, so there should be a sense of ritual.