Rebirth of the Spoiled Wife

Chapter 267 Daddy Scumbag

Wiping away the tears on his face, Lin Yiran secretly despised himself for crying for such a father. He held on and replied word for word: "The company is on the verge of bankruptcy not because of me, but because of you."

.The reason why the company has been in a state of loss is because you don’t use your money in the right place, and you only think about your own face all day long, without caring about anything else!”

"You -" Lin Changqing was poked at his shortcomings. Even his daughter did not admit his mistakes at all, and replied angrily: "Anyway, I will give you two ways out now, or you can marry the son of the Pan family.

, or just sell that supreme company of yours and give me the money, it’s your choice or not!”

Lin Yiran's eyes widened and he laughed angrily, "Dad, you are not willing to give me any of the shares in your name, and you want to sell my hard work to fill your shortfall. You are a father."

Can it be made?”

"Why not!" Lin Changqing replied confidently, "Besides, it's not a bad thing for you to marry that Pan Yijing. He told me personally that he likes you. If you think about it, I didn't find a good one for you.

My husband's family, what's the point of not being happy about it?"

Lin Yiran had tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was cold, "I will never call you dad again. You have no right to decide my marriage or my company's plans. That's it. Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me."

A relationship."

"You stinky girl, if you dare to say such things, are you looking for death?"

Lin Yiran didn't say a word, hung up the phone with a calm expression, and added Lin Changqing's phone number to the blacklist.

Holding the phone in hand, Lin Yiran walked to the balcony as if he had lost his soul, sat on the wicker chair and swayed slowly.

After flipping through his phone, Lin Yiran dialed Mu Nansheng's number, hoping to find someone to talk to, but unfortunately Mu Nansheng didn't answer.

Still at the party.

Lin Yiran curled his lips bitterly, casually dropped his cell phone, and left it tied to the wooden board.

Holding my shoulders, I was crying softly, but gradually turned into shrugging my shoulders and crying loudly.

Lin Yiran had always known that the soundproofing of the apartment was not good. But this time Lin Yiran couldn't control it so much. She needed to vent her long-pent-up emotions and cried loudly.

Little did he know that her crying attracted the attention of her neighbors.

Because it had only been two days since he returned to China, Pan Yijing didn't like others touching his things, so he buried his head and packed them away. Just as Pan Yijing was putting the books on the bookshelf, he heard faint crying, Pan Yijing frowned and didn't pay attention.

However, the crying continued, as if it was from the balcony.

Pan Yijing put down what he was holding and walked slowly to the balcony.

The closer to the balcony, the clearer Pan Yijing could hear.

Finally, after hearing and seeing Lin Yiran crying helplessly on his shoulder, Pan Yijing's heart clenched and he felt sorry for Lin Yiran.

Because they were neighbors, Lin Yiran and Pan Yijing's balconies were connected, and Lin Yiran was immersed in the wicker chair and did not see Pan Yijing standing on the balcony at all.

Listening to Lin Yiran's crying gradually becoming hoarse, Pan Yijing stepped lightly and slowly moved back to the room.

Pan Yijing looked around anxiously, wondering if he could find something to coax her.

Finally, Pan Yijing found a Doraemon doll in the suitcase.

I don’t know who gave it to me, but now I have something that can coax Lin Yiran.

Taking out the pen and paper he was carrying, Pan Yijing wrote a sentence.

Thinking that Lin Yiran must have recognized his Chinese handwriting, Pan Yijing learned a lot and wrote it in English specially.

After stuffing the brown paper into the pocket of the Doraemon doll, Pan Yijing took the pen and went to the balcony quietly.

(End of chapter)