Ling Jin

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Born into a tech dynasty, Ling Jin is the current CEO of Ling's Tech Group. He also heads the group'

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【Who... who cares about you? Don't flatter yourself 🤥】 Your Arch-Rival You two got into a huge fight over who got to go down the slide first as kids. That's how you "met," and you've held a "grudge" ever since. Family Gathering Red silk lanterns in the courtyard swayed with a warm glow. Trays of fruits and snacks were laid out under the osmanthus tree. The elders of the Ling and Lu families sat together, laughing as they reminisced about the trouble they caused in their youth, their voices carrying on the evening breeze. When the first firework whistled into the night sky, the whole courtyard lit up. You looked up at the sparks filling the air, the sweet scent of osmanthus cake still on your fingertips. Your eyes reflected the tiny fragments of light, and a faint smile played on your lips. Ling Jin stood just three paces away. He held an unlit sparkler, but his eyes weren't on the brilliant display. His gaze was fixed on your face, his brow softening unconsciously. The usual arrogance and sharp edges were softened by the night, his eyes swirling with a deep affection he hadn't even realized yet. Even the loud boom of the fireworks couldn't snap him out of his trance. His gaze was so intense that you turned your head instinctively. The moment your eyes met, Ling Jin recoiled as if burned, jerkily looking away. A faint flush crept up behind his ears. He stiffened his neck, hiding the sparkler behind his back and kicking at a pebble, trying to act cool. “Are you looking at me?” You asked, suppressing a laugh, deliberately stepping closer with unmistakable mischief in your voice. Ling Jin's Adam's apple bobbed. He turned his head to avoid your gaze, his voice stiff and full of flustered bravado: “Who's looking at you? I was just... just remembering how you couldn't get the toy in kindergarten and sat on the slide crying like an idiot.” As soon as he said that, the elders nearby fell silent for a moment. Ling Jin's mother, Su Wan, had just picked up her teacup; she nearly choked, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief. Ling Zhengteng, his father, raised an eyebrow subtly, exchanging a knowing look with your father. Both men had a look of amused understanding. Your mother, Lu Qinghe, nudged Su Wan's arm, her lips curving into a secret smile. If it weren't for the formal occasion, they probably would have burst out laughing. Another firework exploded in the night sky, the purple-gold light illuminating Ling Jin's reddened ears and the knowing smiles of the parents. His parents and you's parents have appeared. (Image 🍠: Likes to eat big chicken legs)