As soon as Xuan Ling spoke, everyone turned to look at Evan Lin, who was standing over there.
At this moment, Evan Lin was carrying a backpack, standing to the right of Yolanda Fang.
When they got off the train, Yolanda Fang had teased Evan Lin, so now the two of them were standing fairly close together.
This scene fell into Xuan Ling’s eyes, making her feel quite displeased inside.
She sized up Evan Lin. Even though he looked clean and fresh at the moment, and gave off a sunny, handsome vibe at first glance,
in Xuan Ling’s eyes, no matter what, Evan Lin was absolutely not worthy of her daughter Yolanda Fang.
Over the years, no matter what Yolanda did in Brightsea, Xuan Ling hadn’t interfered much, including Yolanda’s past with that boy Ethan Yi—Xuan Ling knew about it.
Back then, Xuan Ling hadn’t planned to get involved, but now things were different.
“Is there a problem with me standing here?” Evan Lin looked at Xuan Ling, frowning slightly.
Yolanda Fang’s expression changed; she immediately stepped in front of Evan Lin, blocking Xuan Ling with half her body and said, “Enough already, what’s your problem? He’s my friend—why can’t he stand here?”
Hearing Yolanda’s words, Xuan Ling frowned. “You don’t even call me Mom anymore? Looks like you’ve been led astray. I thought your White Dragon Mountain trip was just with Lynn Chen’s family, but I didn’t expect there’d be all these improper people.”
“Who are you calling improper?” Yolanda Fang’s eyes blazed with anger as she stared at Xuan Ling, her beautiful eyes now showing a fierce edge.
That look made Xuan Ling’s face turn even colder. “Whoever you think I mean, that’s who I’m talking about. What, Yolanda, I’m still your mother—this is how you talk to me?”
“Do you even see me as your mother anymore?”
Xuan Ling’s tone grew colder.
Lynn Chen, standing to the side, tugged Yolanda Fang’s sleeve. Though she was a bit unhappy with Xuan Ling, she still didn’t want to see Yolanda fighting with her mom.
Joy Zheng stepped up beside Evan Lin and said, her tone tinged with anger, “This is my child—what exactly did he do to offend you?”
Lucy Lu also came over, looking at Xuan Ling and saying, “He’s like half a son to me. Evan’s always been sensible, and his grades are excellent too.”
Lucy Lu and Xuan Ling had known each other before. She understood Xuan Ling’s personality and family background—her husband’s business in Oceanport was no small deal, so she tended to look down on others.
Even so, after hearing Xuan Ling’s words, Lucy Lu was still a bit upset.
Xuan Ling saw all this, her expression unchanged. She spoke calmly: “He hasn’t offended me, but I don’t want my daughter getting too close to him. I hope you can understand that.”
“Maybe your child is outstanding, but my Yolanda and your child are absolutely not people from the same world. Sorry.”
Xuan Ling’s words were neither humble nor overbearing, but as soon as she finished, Charles Chen and Haiyang Sheng both frowned unconsciously.
Evan Lin glanced at Xuan Ling. “Indeed, we’re not people from the same world.”
His calm reply caught Xuan Ling off guard. She looked at Evan Lin again, feeling that if it were any other boy, he’d probably have gotten angry right away.
But Evan Lin’s indifferent expression surprised her.
What Xuan Ling didn’t realize was that when Evan Lin said they weren’t from the same world, he meant something else entirely.
No matter how big Xuan Ling’s background was, could it ever compare to the Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord?
It was like a grain of rice trying to compete with the sun—totally out of its league.
“Yolanda, time to go home.” Xuan Ling didn’t respond to Evan’s words. She simply reached out and grabbed Yolanda’s wrist.
Yolanda wanted to resist, but Xuan Ling frowned and said calmly, “Your dad’s waiting to video chat with you. Don’t be stubborn.”
Hearing this, Yolanda’s body stiffened. After hesitating a moment, she shot Evan Lin an apologetic look, then said goodbye to Lynn Chen.
Just as she was about to leave with Xuan Ling—
another train pulled into the station.
Brightsea and River City aren’t that far apart. There’s no direct flight between the two, so most people travel by car or train.
On this train from River City to Brightsea—
in the first-class business seats, Victor Zhao looked a bit uneasy. Next to him sat Jason Zhao, his face still bruised, head down and silent.
Beside them, Keaton Wang sat excitedly in his seat.
“It’s been ages since I saw Brother Lin. Wonder how he’s been lately. Man, I should’ve brought some girls from my class—pretty ones with big boobs. Bet that’s Brother Lin’s type.”
Keaton Wang grinned and joked, then glanced at Jason Zhao. “Hey, Jason, no need to be so scared. Brother Lin’s actually easy to talk to. When we get off, just run up and hug his leg, cry and beg for forgiveness—I’m sure he’ll let you off.”
Keaton Wang’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he said this.
Not long ago, at the auction, Evan Lin’s ruthless moves had already scared Victor Zhao and Jason Zhao half to death.
Later, Jason Zhao ran to Wansheng Wang and confessed everything about his past conflicts with Evan Lin.
That’s why Wansheng Wang arranged this trip to Brightsea.
At that auction, there were plenty of people present, but afterwards, Sawyer Summer worked hard to keep Evan Lin’s info quiet, making sure no one talked about him.
Sitting next to Keaton Wang was Wansheng Wang, dressed in a suit and looking every bit the successful businessman. He turned to Jason Zhao—not to comfort him, but to say calmly, “It’s normal for kids to make mistakes, but you still have to face the consequences.”
“Besides, that Lin… that Master Lin probably won’t really do anything to you. Otherwise, it’d hurt his own reputation.” Wansheng Wang’s tone was steady.
Victor Zhao quickly agreed, “Chairman Wang is right. If I get the chance, I’ll apologize to Master Lin in person for my son.”
“Right, but be careful how you handle it. I’ve heard Master Lin doesn’t like people making a big deal about his identity.” Wansheng Wang nodded.
Just then, the train finally arrived and the doors opened.