Not long after, a middle-aged man knocked on her door.
Luo Yinan sat on the couch and said, "Come in."
Lin Jianyang was still wearing those gold-rimmed glasses. He lowered his head and said, "Young Miss, this is your mother's will."
Luo Yinan said helplessly, "Uncle Lin, you don't have to be so polite. Take a seat."
Lin Jianyang said with a serious expression, "I'm an employee of the company, and you're the boss. I can't be rude."
Luo Yinan pretended to be sad. "So Uncle Lin doesn't treat me as family at all."
This time, Lin Jianyang frowned and obediently sat on the couch. Even if he was still reserved, it was enough to please Luo Yinan. She flipped through the documents in her hands.
Lin Jianyang continued, "Miss Lin's will come into effect when you turn 24 years old. You have absolute control over 80% of the shares. In two months, you will be able to take over Shenglin Corporation."
Upon hearing this news, Luo Yinan wasn't happy. "I'm afraid some people won't give up the company so easily."
Lin Jianyang nodded and said, "Recently, Luo Fusheng has been in frequent contact with the seniors and higher-ups in the company. He wants to borrow their power to negate this will."
Luo Yinan nodded in understanding. "They agreed?"
Lin Jianyang shook his head and said, "I don't know, but Luo Fusheng probably put in a lot of effort this time."
Luo Yinan muttered with a faraway expression, "No matter what, Shenglin can only be mine."
...
After sending Lin Jianyang off, she left the will on the coffee table. Seeing that it was about time, she prepared to set off. She was very interested in the internal affairs of the Luo family which Pei Qing had mentioned.
Before she went out, she saw the skincare products on the dressing table. There was still some powder residue on the mouths of some of the bottles. It was only when Auntie Wang came to give her soup yesterday that she learned that Auntie Wang had never entered her room before that. Since it wasn't Auntie Wang, it had to be someone from the Luo family.
After checking and discovering the powder, she threw all the skincare products into the rubbish bin. After thinking for a while, she left behind a bottle of toner.
After that, she walked out. It was exactly three o'clock when she arrived at Huang Shang Residences.
After asking around, she found the private room that Pei Qing was in. His face flushed with obvious pleasure when he saw her, and he hurriedly stood up to lead her in.
Luo Yinan put her bag to one side and looked at him. "Tell me, what do you know?"
Pei Qing stared at the beauty in front of him. His expression changed several times before a smile appeared on his face as he said, "Third Young Miss Luo, why the rush? What do you like to eat? I'll order it for you."
Luo Yinan brushed her fingers lightly over the menu on the table. "One of each of these."
Pei Qing was stumped. "Miss Luo, these are all desserts."
Luo Yinan smiled. "I like desserts."
Pei Qing was so mesmerized that his head spun. He nodded and said, "Order, I'll order them. I'll do as Miss Luo says."
A short while later, the waitress brought over plate after plate of desserts. They were all small, exquisite and bite-sized. However, there were too many of them, and they filled the entire table.
Pei Qing tossed back his head and smiled. "Miss Luo, please enjoy."
The smile on Luo Yinan's face deepened. "I like to watch other people eat dessert."
Pei Qing was stunned. Were these for him to eat?
But this was for the sake of winning a smile from the beauty. It was just eating cake, not blades…
There was nothing to worry about with these desserts.
Pei Qing ate them one by one. At first, he was still in the mood to wink at her. The more he ate, however, the slower he got. The only thing he could taste in his mouth was cloying sweetness, and it also seemed to be stuck in his throat. People who had eaten too many cakes would know the feeling.
He gulped down a large cup of water and was about to speak, when Luo Yinan interrupted him. "Why aren't you eating?"
Seeing the beauty frown, Pei Qing had no choice but to continue stuffing his mouth. The desserts on the table decreased at a visible rate, but there was still more than half left.
He really couldn't eat anymore. With a bitter face, he said, "Spare me, I can't take anymore. I really can't eat anymore."