A Fiancé Could Be Shared

Lin Yuhuan never expected that she and Gu Beishen would cross paths like this.

In just one day, they met twice and even had physical contact.

But this should be their last meeting.

After all, someone like Gu Beishen, who belonged to the top-tier wealthy class, was completely out of her reach.

She opened the car door and drove toward the suburbs.

She was so focused on driving that she didn't even notice that Gu Beishen's luxury car, parked nearby, hadn't moved.

Inside the car, Gu Beishen sat calmly, his face unreadable.

He thought Lin Yuhuan had deliberately followed him to the underground parking lot, not that it was a coincidence.

That's why he didn't tell his driver to start the car.

But to his surprise, she didn't even glance his way and just drove off.

The phone on the side rang, and Gu Beishen picked it up.

"President, you asked me to follow Miss Lin to make sure she didn't cause trouble at the birthday banquet because of the incident in your room. But while following her, I discovered that she had been deceived by her younger sister and fiancé for years," Assistant Chen reported in a calm and respectful tone.

"It's her stepsister," Gu Beishen corrected.

Assistant Chen apologized for his mistake, but he was also confused.

How did the president know so much about the Lin family, which was just a small wealthy household?

Wasn't today the first time he had met Miss Lin?

Suppressing his doubts, Assistant Chen continued to report the events of the banquet hall.

After finishing, he asked, "President, should we still have someone follow Miss Lin?"

"No need," Gu Beishen replied in a calm tone.

"Understood."

After ending the call, Gu Beishen instructed, "Drive."

"Yes, sir," the driver responded.

The driver was actually quite curious. The CEO had never delayed like this before.

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Lin Yuhuan arrived at a standalone mansion in the suburbs.

The mansion had a late Qing Dynasty style, simple and elegant.

This house had been left to her by her grandmother after she moved abroad.

It was said that her mother and Lin's father had a loveless business marriage.

Shortly after giving birth to her, her mother divorced Lin's father and disappeared.

Her grandfather, who had old-fashioned beliefs, thought his daughter's actions were irresponsible.

In anger, he burned everything that belonged to her mother.

There were no photos of Lin Yuhuan's mother in her grandmother's house, and Lin's father certainly wouldn't keep anything from a woman he barely knew before divorcing.

Three years ago, Lin Yuhuan's grandparents moved to France for retirement, leaving the house to her.

She had come today to reclaim what was rightfully hers.

Opening the door, she stepped inside.

Even though someone cleaned the place regularly, there was still a faint smell of decay.

She walked into the right-hand room and opened a drawer on the wooden table.

Inside, she found a thick stack of handwritten manuscripts, her grandmother's writings, created to pass the time.

Before her rebirth, Lin Weiwei had hit rock bottom and was despised by everyone.

She had stolen the key to this mansion, taken jewelry, and found these manuscripts.

She then published them, and they became instant hits.

The realistic and emotional writing resonated with the public.

Lin Weiwei published three books, which were later adapted into two TV dramas and a movie, making her famous.

As the public grew curious about the author, Lin Weiwei held a book signing.

She looked gentle and kind, and her popularity soared. Meanwhile, Lin Yuhuan was drowning in despair.

The manuscripts belonged to her grandmother, but Lin Weiwei had stolen them and gained fame.

When Lin Yuhuan confronted her about the theft, the Lin family didn't care.

She still remembered what her uncle had said back then:

"You've already brought shame to the Lin family with your disgraceful actions. Now that Weiwei has become a talented writer and helped erase your ugly past, you should be grateful and kneel before her. Instead, you're here causing trouble? You have no shame!"

Taking a deep breath, Lin Yuhuan shook off the painful memories.

That was her past life.

She wasn't that miserable girl who had died in prison at 24. She was 18 now, reborn.

This time, she wouldn't give Lin Weiwei the chance to steal the key again.

She knew her stepsister was cunning and shameless.

If Lin Weiwei tried to enter the mansion again, she wouldn't let her off so easily.

Grabbing the manuscripts, Lin Yuhuan didn't stay long.

She knew Song Yingjun wouldn't let things go easily, and there was still a mess in the Lin family waiting for her.

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Returning to the Lin family home, Lin Yuhuan immediately sensed the tense atmosphere in the living room.

Her uncle sat on the sofa, his face dark with anger.

Seeing Lin Yuhuan's calm expression, without a hint of apology, his face turned red with rage.

He grabbed a teacup and threw it at her.

Lin Yuhuan quickly dodged, and the teacup shattered against the floor.

Some hot tea splashed onto her ankle, stinging slightly.

"You ungrateful brat! How dare you dodge? What sin did our Lin family commit to have someone like you, who doesn't respect her family?!" her uncle roared.

His anger was so intense that for a moment, Lin Yuhuan wondered if she had exposed Lin Weiwei's true face, or his own daughter's.

She stood straight and met his gaze. "Uncle, what do you mean? Should I have just stood there and let you smash my head with a teacup?"

"This is what you should endure!"

"Endure?"

"Weiwei just called, crying about how you humiliated her at the banquet. She's your sister! How could you let her be ridiculed like that? Besides, are you two really that different? Even if there was something between her and An Yi, you shouldn't have made such a big deal out of it!"

Lin Yuhuan almost laughed at his absurd reasoning.

She had always felt that her uncle was biased toward Lin Weiwei and Song Yingjun.

But now she realized he didn't even see her as part of the family.

Lin Weiwei had betrayed her for a whole year, and yet, in her uncle's eyes, she was the one at fault?

She raised her eyebrows slightly and said in a tone of sudden realization, "Oh, so that's how it is. From what you're saying, an unmarried fiancé can be shared among family members?"

Her uncle, who had been about to continue scolding her, suddenly hesitated.

Her words made him feel momentarily justified.

He snorted, "It's good that you understand. Now, wait for Weiwei to come home and apologize to her. Also, tomorrow, you'll publish a statement in the newspaper saying everything that happened at the banquet was your jealousy toward Weiwei, and you deliberately framed her. Do you understand?"