Zhang Mingming has a bit of interest in him.
But is it really worth selling his good looks just to persuade Zhang Mingming to join his live streaming company as a host? Isn't that a bit degrading?
He is a man worth hundreds of billions, and for a dancing girl, he would have to lower himself and possibly even offer his body. It simply doesn't add up.
Besides, he doesn't want to be a sycophant.
He could just ask Zhang Mingming directly: if she wants to be a host, then great; if not, then forget it.
He took out his phone to send Zhang Mingming a message, but Lin Fan exited the chat box again.
What’s the rush about such trivial matters?
He would wait until Zhou Yiming had a word with Huizi. If Huizi agreed, she would definitely bring Zhang Mingming along, and it would all fall into place.
Putting away his phone, he planned to take a short nap, but soon received a message from Jian Ai.
It wasn't anything major; she just informed him that she would be cooking at home tonight and asked him to come back for dinner after work.
Lin Fan gladly agreed; having someone cook meant he could skip eating out.
Moreover, Jian Ai cooking personally—Lin Shaotao probably never enjoyed such treatment before their divorce, right?
Tonight, he could show off a bit in the group chat to let Lin Shaotao see.
Just thinking about it was amusing.
After work, Lin Fan's first task was to hurry home.
When he got back, he was surprised to find Jian Ai already busy in the kitchen.
He thought he would be home early!
Lin Fan walked into the kitchen and saw the stunning Jian Ai wearing an apron, giving off a bit of a housewife vibe: “Why are you back so early?”
“I made a special effort to come back early; otherwise, tonight's dinner would take until midnight.”
“You can't cook?”
“Of course I can! It's just that the ingredients I bought are a bit complicated to prepare.”
Lin Fan glanced at the counter: abalone, oysters, soft-shelled turtle, beef... and eels.
What the hell~
What is she planning to do?
Is she trying to kill him?
As a man with a golden waist, if he eats these things, every woman within ten miles would be shaking in excitement.
“Is this what you're making for dinner tonight?”
“Yes! I’m making it for you to replenish your energy; you came back late after drinking last night, right?”
“But I don’t need replenishing; making all these dishes at once is too much, and you’ll suffer for it.”
“I won’t bloat; I’m not afraid.”
Oh~
Is she trying to summon her great-grandmother?
“You better think it through; don’t blame me for not reminding you later.”
“Don’t worry, it’s just food replenishment; it’s not that exaggerated.”
Do you understand men? Hey!
Lin Fan rubbed his forehead, already at a loss for words.
Jian Ai was dangerously testing the limits of her own life.
This also shows that women in their thirties can be truly terrifying.
Lin Fan took a photo of the ingredients and left the kitchen. Did Jian Ai really think he would back down?
Anyway, with his miraculous healing skills, he could always revive himself after dying.
Back on the sofa, Lin Fan sent the photo to the group chat.
Jia Kuan: Are you eating this tonight?
Zhou Yiming: At your young age, you can’t handle this! You need to replenish already?
Lin Shaotao: What do you mean, you brat?
Lin Fan: Jian Ai is cooking; she bought the ingredients. I’ll send you more photos once it’s done.
Jia Kuan: What the hell! What does Jian Ai mean by this? Is she forcing you to make mistakes?
Zhou Yiming: It’s over, it’s over; Jian Ai has ulterior motives!
Lin Shaotao: You better eat less; stay calm after you finish.
Lin Fan: She’s my ex-wife now; you’re being a bit nosy!
Lin Shaotao: Damn it... %@@@*****
Jia Kuan: Remember to take precautions; I can only help you this far.
Zhou Yiming: Jian Ai is going to suffer.
Lin Shaotao: I’m going to eat too; stop chatting in the group.
Lin Fan exited the group chat, which was also a warning for Lin Shaotao to slowly accept reality.
After nearly two hours, Jian Ai finally finished preparing a table full of nourishing dishes.
Sitting at the dining table, Lin Fan poured Jian Ai a glass of 1982 Lafite.
“Here, this first glass is for you; you cooked today, thank you for your hard work.”
“Thank you; I’m happy to cook for you.”
“It seems Lin Shaotao rarely gets to taste your cooking.”
“It wouldn’t have any effect on him anyway.”
Lin Fan looked at Jian Ai in disbelief.
So exaggerated?
How useless could Lin Shaotao be?
It seems he really needs to check on Lin Shaotao!
He might not be a man, but he can’t be this useless!
Jian Ai picked up a piece of beef and placed it in Lin Fan's bowl: “Hurry up and eat while it’s hot.”
“You should eat too.”
But Jian Ai only ate the oysters, which were said to be a man's gas station and a woman's beauty salon.
She ate a full ten of them.
Lin Fan watched in astonishment.
Jian Ai was not only tough on him but even tougher on herself.
In no time, the meal was finished.
Lin Fan's stomach was already bulging.
After digesting, the effects would definitely be immediate.
Lin Fan walked around the house, waiting for Jian Ai to finish washing the dishes so they could get to the main topic.
However, at that moment, Lin Shaotao's call came in.
Lin Fan didn’t want to answer, thinking he was deliberately calling to test the waters!
If he were talking about a big project with Jian Ai right now, he definitely wouldn’t be able to answer the phone.
So he deliberately hung up, and then Lin Shaotao called again, and he hung up again, and again.
Damn!
Lin Fan finally picked up.
Lin Shaotao's furious voice came through the phone: “Damn it, stop messing around! My sister knows I divorced Jian Ai; she’ll be at your place soon. If you don’t want to die, hurry up and hide Jian Ai!”
Lin Fan's heart sank. Had their divorce been exposed?
“How does your sister know Jian Ai is here?”
“My sister doesn’t know!”
“What the hell? Then why is your sister looking for me?”
“What else could it be? Of course, she wants to find out why they divorced. Jia Kuan and Zhou Yiming have already hidden; you better take care of yourself.”
After the call ended, Lin Fan looked at his phone and cursed.
Jia Kuan and Zhou Yiming are really useless; they have time to hide like turtles but no time to inform him?
Jealousy, pure jealousy of his dinner with Jian Ai...
Lin Fan hurried into the kitchen to explain to Jian Ai, telling her to leave now or hide in the room.
Jian Ai wasn’t afraid of Lin Shaojing but didn’t want to say much.
If she ran into Lin Shaojing, she would definitely be persuaded to remarry.
So out of sight, out of mind.
But she also didn’t want to run out and hide now.
“I’ll go lie down in the room; you handle Lin Shaojing.”
“Okay, you go back to the room; I’ll take care of the rest.”
Jian Ai smiled playfully: “Get rid of her quickly; otherwise, be careful not to burst.”
Lin Fan gave her a playful slap on the rear, urging her to hurry back to the room.
He then continued to clean up the unwashed dishes.
He quickly finished tidying up and cleared away Jian Ai's traces in the living room when the doorbell rang.
It must be Lin Shaojing.
“Coming.”
Lin Fan opened the door, and sure enough, it was her.
But this time, there was no smile on her face; she glared at Lin Fan angrily.
“Sister Jing, what’s wrong... constipation?”
“Hmph! Stop talking nonsense.”
“I’m not talking nonsense; do you want to?”
Lin Shaojing punched him and walked straight into the house.
She plopped down on the couch, crossed her legs: “You sit too; I have to ask you some questions, and you must answer honestly.”
“What’s going on?”
“Don’t waste time.”
Lin Fan sat down, pretending to be confused.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Lin Shaotao and Jian Ai’s divorce when I came to find you a couple of days ago?”
“Uh... Lin Shaotao didn’t allow me to say.”
“Fine, then tell me why they divorced.”
“I don’t know! Didn’t Lin Shaotao tell you?”
“He doesn’t even dare to see me now.”
Lin Fan explained seriously: “Any couple divorces for a few common reasons: personality clashes, marital life issues, financial difficulties... Don’t worry about the reasons; they’re already divorced.”
“No way; knowing the problem is the only way to solve it. They must remarry.”
“Their marriage is their business; even if you’re the sister-in-law, you can’t interfere, right?”
“You don’t know anything! From now on, you need to find a way to find out the reason for their divorce. You don’t need to worry about the rest. By the way, do you know where Jian Ai is living now?”
Lin Fan shook his head: “I don’t know; Jian Ai wouldn’t tell me either.”
“That’s true; I’ve asked everything I needed to. I won’t disturb you anymore, but remember what I said.”
“You don’t need to come in person for such trivial matters next time; just give me a call.”
“Hmph! If a phone call worked, Jia Kuan and Zhou Yiming wouldn’t be hiding from me. You’re much more sensible than them.”
“Of course, I’m happy to serve Sister Jing.”
“Smooth talker; I’m leaving.”
“Let me see you off.”
Both stood up at the same time, but the next moment, Lin Shaojing's pupils constricted.
Lin Fan actually saluted.
Clearly defined.
“What are you thinking, you brat?”
Lin Fan felt bitter!
He had eaten too well today and couldn’t control himself.
“Sister Jing, it’s not aimed at you; hurry and leave!”
Lin Shaojing couldn’t help but glance back.
As she walked out the door, Lin Shaojing turned around and said earnestly: “You should find a girlfriend; don’t suffer alone.”
“Then Sister Jing, stay and chat a bit longer?”
“Go to hell.”
Lin Shaojing entered the elevator and left.
Lin Fan turned around, closed the door, and immediately went to find Jian Ai.
He couldn’t take it anymore; he really couldn’t take it anymore.