Early the next morning, as Luo Ziling had just gotten up, Yang Xiaodong came to report that Ling Haijun had already arrived in Yanjing.

Last night, Yang Xiaodong had sent Ling Haijun back to Yanjing overnight. He knew that Ling Haijun would be meeting Ling Ruonan, Ling Mingrui, and Ling Jinhua together, so he arranged for someone to accompany Ling Haijun on the last flight to Yanjing.

By the time Yang Xiaodong came to report, Ling Ruonan had already met Ling Haijun.

"Sir, this play is getting more and more exciting," Yang Xiaodong reported the situation with a cheerful smile and said, "There will be more good shows to watch next."

Luo Ziling glared at Yang Xiaodong, "Don't make unnecessary noise; things that shouldn't be asked, things that shouldn't be said, just pretend you don't know."

"Yes, sir," Yang Xiaodong agreed, but still didn't take Luo Ziling's warning seriously and continued to chatter, "Sir, your recent moves have been very impressive."

"Are you trying to flatter yourself?" Luo Ziling replied grumpily, "Do you want me to praise you, saying your abilities are quite good and nothing can stymie you, for you to be satisfied?"

"That's not it," Yang Xiaodong quickly shook his head, "I'm just an executor, while you're the decision-maker. The key to success or failure lies in when the decision-maker makes a decision. Despite your young age, you can manipulate those people in the palm of your hand; it's really admirable."

"Stop babbling. Flattery won't earn you any rewards," Luo Ziling impatiently waved Yang Xiaodong away, "There are still many matters to deal with, don't be careless. I don't want to encounter any more trouble. This trip already has enough complications. I don't believe the Chen Family will sit idly by."

"Understood, I'll make arrangements immediately," Yang Xiaodong straightened his back and agreed before turning around to leave.

Luo Ziling got up much earlier than Yang Qingyin.

Last night, after he massaged Yang Qingyin for a while, she fell into a deep sleep, but Luo Ziling couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Yang Yunlin's behavior made him very angry.

But he also had some doubts about Yang Yunlin's actions.

Logically, someone who could reach this level is certainly not simple.

However, during his interaction with Yang Yunlin, Luo Ziling didn't feel that Yang Qingyin's father had much capability.

Compared to others, Fang Zhonghua and Ling Zhengping seemed to be slightly more capable than he was.

Fang Zhonghua's ability should far exceed the other two, but his rank wasn't as high as Ling Zhengping and Yang Yunlin.

This seems a bit unreasonable, at least to Luo Ziling.

Why would Yang Yunlin repeatedly make blunders?

This was a puzzling question that Luo Ziling considered for a long time without getting an answer.

Was Yang Yunlin hiding his strength, or was his sight clouded by hatred, or was he worried about his daughter's ruin, thus leading to such actions? Or, was it a play crafted by the Yang father and son, Yang Yuanshan and Yang Yunlin, to make everyone think Yang Yunlin was incompetent? But if Old Sir Yang and Yang Yunlin were putting on a play and accidentally botched it, completely ruining Yang Yunlin, it would also destroy a large part of the Yang family's future.

After pondering for a long time without any clear idea, Luo Ziling forced himself to sleep.

After listening to Yang Xiaodong's report in the morning, Luo Ziling went to wake Yang Qingyin.

When Yang Qingyin woke up but was still lazing in bed unwilling to get up, Luo Ziling shared his confusion with her.

"I also find it strange why he would lose his mind over our affairs," Yang Qingyin quickly woke up, sat up on the bed, took a pillow to prop behind her, facing Luo Ziling semi-reclined, "I'm quite hard-pressed to understand him. He wasn't like this before, he was very organized in his actions, had a broad perspective, and received great recognition from my grandfather."

"Perhaps, the things from back then, along with my mother's attitude towards him, deeply wounded his heart, to the extent that now he thinks that he must stop us from being together, even if it means using some unscrupulous means. Everyone has one or several things in their hearts that they can't get around or let go of." When saying this, Luo Ziling had a contemplative look.

"What are you referring to?"

"Nothing in particular!" Luo Ziling shook his head, "Just speaking from the heart."

Yang Qingyin didn't ask further but stretched her hand to pull Luo Ziling to lie beside her.

Last night, Luo Ziling didn't bother her but slept alone in one bed, which made her feel trusted while also leaving her a little disappointed.

"Are we still going to Baoshi Mountain today?" Leaning into Luo Ziling's arms, Yang Qingyin softly asked, "Do you want to go to the top to paint?"

"Of course, after breakfast we'll go," Luo Ziling said with a smile, "If your dad comes, I'll just drag you along and run, anyway, he can't catch us, and his men can't beat me."

While speaking, Yang Xiaodong's phone call came in.

"Sir, Yang Yunlin is accompanying guests to tour West Lake this morning. Their tour mainly covers the Orioles Singing in the Willows, Leifeng Pagoda, Jingci Temple, and Prince Bay. In the afternoon, they'll escort the foreign guests to the airport." After reporting Yang Yunlin's arrangements, Yang Xiaodong asked Luo Ziling, "What are our arrangements for today?"

"Baoshi Mountain in the morning, and off to Liuhe Pagoda, Nine Creeks in the afternoon." After outlining the day's plans, Luo Ziling also told Yang Xiaodong the plans for tomorrow: "Tomorrow we're going to Yuezhou!"

"Understood," after hearing Luo Ziling's arrangements, Yang Xiaodong breathed a sigh of relief.

This way, they wouldn't run into Yang Yunlin.

He immediately went to make arrangements.

After washing up, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin took their painting boards and other tools and left the hotel, heading toward Baoshi Mountain.

As they headed toward Baoshi Mountain under the rising morning sun, on the Yanjing side, Ling Ruonan accompanied by Ling Haijun, who had been escorted to Yanjing, also headed to see Ling Mingrui.

Ling Mingrui was going out at eight-thirty, and Ling Ruonan, bringing Ling Haijun to Ling Mingrui's villa, left at seven o'clock.

A half-hour drive was enough; there was at least half an hour for serious discussions, which was enough.

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