Yang Lin raised her eyes and looked at Zhuo Jian. Zhuo Jian's cold eyes told her that she had to be careful about her words and actions.
"I really just wanted to use the tidbits I had with Mr. Fu to raise the price. My family was really waiting for money, a lot of money."
Yang Lin's heart sank to the bottom of her heart, but she still had to continue explaining.
"You are not the first to use him to raise your own price, and you are certainly not the first to be banned."
Zhuo Jian's voice was calm and clear, not angry or unhappy.
Just telling a fact.
"If I said I slept with Mr. Fu, would you still be so calm?"
Yang Lin smiled bitterly and asked her.
Both bodyguards looked at Yang Lin, this woman really didn't want to hang out.
Ah.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at her. She was indeed a very iconic woman, and she was also quite smart. But it was obviously an illusion, "I know you didn't sleep."
"What?"
Yang Lin didn't know how she could look so sure.
"He has severe mysophobia."
Zhuo Jian informed.
Yang Lin: "..."
She didn't believe that the couple really trusted each other that much. She had heard many stories about her and Fu Yanye cuckolding each other before.
As for mysophobia, what a man calls mysophobia is just that you are not to his liking.
Moreover, Fu Yanye never mentioned his mysophobia every time they met.
"You investigated him, but your investigation of him was not careful and even biased."
Zhuo Jian said again.
"I'm not biased. No, I'm not investigating him."
Yang Lin denied.
"You said your family was short of money, and you said you were just trying to raise your prices to make money, but what did you do when you went to my house to return his dry-cleaned shirt? You left yours on his shirt.
Lipstick marks.”
Zhuo Jian smiled lightly and spoke her mind calmly.
"..."
"Is it true that you want to use Mr. Fu to raise prices, but is it false that you want to have an affair with him?"
"I......"
Yang Lin suddenly panicked.
"You did it with a purpose."
Zhuo Jian has met many people like Yang Lin, but he is more indifferent.
"I'm not."
"How do you explain that you deliberately sprayed such a strong perfume? How do you explain the lipstick mark on Mr. Fu's shirt? How do you explain that you sent the shirt with the lipstick mark to the Fu family's old house instead of the company, hotel or anything else? No
Where I am."
"..."
She did do it on purpose.
Yang Lin couldn't refute it anymore. Her ambition was of course far more than just some tidbits.
Which actress doesn't want to have a backer? It would be even better if this backer could become her lifelong meal ticket.
"Yang Lin, if you are really short of money and need help, then I might be soft-hearted, but you are not."
"In the end what you want?"
Yang Lin felt that she had made a mistake in coming to her.
"I won't do anything to you, as long as you don't come to me again."
Zhuo Jian informed.
"Since you are unwilling to let me live, then I can't live in peace anyway, so why not..."
Yang Lin's heart was even more chilled, and she suddenly took out the fruit knife she had been carrying on her back from her pocket.