The Sea King Sends the Scumbags to the Crematorium | BL, MTL

Chapter 77: Rotating Crematorium

After the welcome banquet started, there was the usual drinking party, and there were cordial greetings from uncles and business partners. Lin Yu handled half of it skillfully, and the rest was taken up by Lin's father and Lin Jianxi to visit one by one.

"Mr. Fu, how are you?" Lin Tiancheng half raised his head and looked up at the tall and handsome man in front of him. He spoke politely and cautiously, "Xiao Jin is interning at Fu's company recently. I hope she didn't cause you any trouble?"

"Of course not--" Fu Linbei replied without thinking. Halfway through his words, he saw Lin Jianxi across from him hurriedly straightening his cuffs to make the shiny watch on his wrist more clearly visible.

It's like saying, "Look, I really wear the watch you gave me."

So cute.

Fu Linbei felt as if something soft had gently poked his heart, and the corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously. When his gaze returned to Lin Tiancheng's face, it was a little warmer, making Father Lin inexplicably feel flattered.

"Jianxi has always been very serious about his work and has learned quickly in all aspects. Many of the innovative ideas for this project were proposed by him, which enriched the overall design. I should thank him."

This is another typical "Fu-style praise", the praise is precise and specific without being perfunctory, and the cautious tone immediately adds weight to the words.

Lin Jianxi's ears turned red and his little tail stood up again.

"Mr. Fu, thank you for your compliment." In such a large public occasion, he was tactful enough not to call the other person's name directly, but his curved eyes were filled with a sweet smile.

"You are being modest." Fu Linbei looked back with a gentle expression, his deep eyes containing extreme tenderness and warmth.

The eyes of the two people were entangled back and forth under Lin's father's nose. Although they didn't say anything, they seemed to understand each other tacitly. There was an inexplicably sweet atmosphere floating around, giving rise to a faint ambiguity.

Han Chenfei, who was standing next to him, felt a surge of anger in his chest, and a sour feeling instantly rose up in his throat. He couldn't help but sneer, "Young Master Lin's methods are naturally powerful. Given time, we must not underestimate him."

He raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something sarcastic, but Fu Linbei quickly turned his head and glanced at him coldly, with a strong warning in his eyes.

Han Chenfei immediately glared back without giving in. After holding on for two seconds, he lowered his head in disappointment, holding his breath and remaining silent.

The string music suddenly stopped. In the strange and tit-for-tat atmosphere, the "gulp" sound of Lin Tiancheng swallowing his saliva became particularly obvious. He almost wanted to take out the handkerchief in his trouser pocket to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

He secretly sighed that his son was so skilled and bold that he even dared to do it with his own brother. After a few quick greetings, he quickly led Lin Jianxi away, and then walked towards a tall and dignified man with a smile on his face.

"Xiao Jin, this is your Uncle Qiao."

Lin Jianxi immediately greeted him politely: "Hello, Uncle Qiao."

"Okay, okay!" Qiao Guozheng patted his shoulder with admiration, and his mustache trembled when he smiled: "Xiao Jin, I held you in my arms when you were a child. Who knew that things would change so drastically and that these things would happen later? Fortunately, now the hardship has finally paid off."