Chapter 202: Chapter 202: God’s Favorite Lin Mubai
He continued to shake his head indifferently: "No, I live alone abroad."
"Oh." The topic did not continue, yet it made An Nan look at this man with new eyes.
A young master spoiled from childhood, who can live independently abroad, and even buy groceries and cook by himself, is indeed impressive. She imagined how such a stunning man walking in a supermarket full of foreigners would cause a sensation, just like now, countless people were glancing their way, some openly, some cautiously. But she dared to bet that in the hearts of these people, there was certainly a sense of amazement toward this man. From his appearance alone, Lin Mubai is undoubtedly Heaven’s favorite, bestowing upon him not only an excellent physique but also a perfect face, more beautiful than a woman’s yet losing none of a man’s vigor. This man is destined to be the object women chase after. She understood this from the first moment she met him.
Or perhaps it can be said that it’s his own charisma. This has never been a simple character; she remembers Xi Shaoqi talking about how this man made a mark before returning home, starting his own venture while in the United States. People in the U.S. might not know who Lin Mubai is, but mention Maber, and people in the financial world all recognize him. She recalls finding him on the computer, where it described how he achieved everything independently, without a cent from his family. In his first semester of college, this man relied on his scholarship and lifelong winnings to earn his first pot of gold on Wall Street, and then he went on a roll.
The longer she interacted with him, the more she felt that this man was different from many she knew. He didn’t have the arrogance, dominance, and extravagance typical of the second generation rich. Instead, he was composed, earnest, and attentive; his every move showed no trace of his mere 25 years, mature thinking akin to someone in their thirties or forties. Sometimes he could be very childish, adorably cute.
He’s truly a complex feline.
And she had forgotten the initial reason she agreed to let him stay—it wasn’t solely because of his cooking skills comparable to top chefs, was it? Perhaps not entirely. She felt it was more about the warmth he provided, which she had always longed for.
For most of the ensuing time, An Nan was silent, only occasionally replying absentmindedly to questions from the little one or Lin Mubai. Her sudden shift in demeanor was silently noted by the man beside her, who chose not to comment.
Not commenting didn’t mean he accepted it in his heart. He decided to wait until the little one was asleep and then have a good talk with this little woman.
As the three just arrived at the doorstep, they saw a massive figure squatting at the entrance. An Nan and An Jiayou simultaneously startled, stopped in their tracks and exchanged glances. Then they watched as Lin Mubai, who had been trailing behind them, walked straight up to it, kicked the drooping, squatting figure with his foot, and then voiced: "Hey, hey, get up."
The massive squatting figure raised its head bewilderedly, seemingly muttering: "Huh, has it already dawned? How can it be so soon."
Upon seeing who it was, Lin Mubai’s expression immediately turned unpleasant, and he kicked even harder: "Damn it, Han Xiayang, why are you squatting here instead of going home."