"Dad, you were saying."
"Actually, it's quite simple."
Pausing for a moment, Lin Kun's expression turned solemn as he slowly began, "I can agree to you dating Qin Lin, but the marriage will have to be postponed, at least until our new project with the Ma Family goes public and turns a profit."
"For now, I hope you can downplay this, and you absolutely must not provoke Ma Ningyuan."
"Otherwise—"
Lin Kun stopped mid-sentence, ultimately letting out a long sigh.
"I understand."
Lin Qingyue bit her lip, said nothing more, and turned to walk back to her room.
"Sigh."
Watching Lin Qingyue's slender figure disappear from the living room, Lin Kun let out another bitter sigh. He then stood for a long time under the osmanthus tree, gazing at the moon.
A few days later, Wu Yuansheng found Qin Lin at the Qiantang Grand Hotel one morning.
"One of your major clients in Jinling has contracted a strange illness?"
