Chapter 27: Does It Look Good?

Lin Wanbai only stayed at the hospital for a short while. She didn’t leave for the resort until Lin Zhouye’s people arrived to take over.

On the way, Lin Zhaowei called to check on her, his voice full of concern. Lin Wanbai could even hear Jiang Shuzhi in the background, making sardonic remarks, clearly blaming Fu Juxing for failing to handle things properly.

Jiang Shuzhi remarked, “That boy was given too much to start with and clearly isn’t up to the task. Now look what’s happened. Luckily Xiaobai is fine, but if anything had happened to her, how would we answer to Old Lin?”

Lin Zhaowei signaled her to stop talking for now, and she wisely fell silent.

He stepped away from the crowd, lowering his voice. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine. It was Fu Juxing who got hurt—he was protecting me,” Lin Wanbai breathed out, then asked with a wry smile, “Grandpa, can I say something unladylike?”

“It’s fine. Fu Juxing won’t come out of this at a disadvantage. The Xinhai Bay project won’t be ruined by this.”

“What about the people responsible? How will they be held accountable?” Lin Wanbai was unwilling to let things slide so easily. “Grandpa, may I be willful this once?”

“Xiaobai—”

Before he could say more, Lin Wanbai hung up.

Lin Zhouye had been watching her the whole time and chuckled softly. “You know, for Fu Juxing, you’ve given the old man no end of headaches. Love-struck through and through.”

Lin Wanbai shot him a glare, not bothering to respond.

Soon after, Lin Jingyu called to check on her, followed by a string of other calls from friends and relatives. News of the incident had spread fast—her every move was clearly under the spotlight.

When she arrived at the resort, a crowd of reporters was waiting at the hotel entrance, all demanding answers.

A police car passed by, taking the troublemakers away.

Lin Wanbai said, “Uncle, you’d better handle these people personally. Don’t leave it to someone else.”

The car pulled up to the main entrance and Lin Wanbai got out alone. Reporters quickly gathered around her. Hotel staff came out to shield her. Lin Zhouye, still seated in the car, watched her for a moment. She seemed more than capable of handling this on her own. After all, she was a Lin—resourceful and adept.

“Let’s go,” he said, withdrawing his gaze and, as instructed, went to the police station himself.

As soon as the car pulled away, the reporters closed in on Lin Wanbai. By the time Fu Yanchuan came out, she was already surrounded, and it was difficult for him to get through.

At moments like this, evasion only gives the media room to speculate and fabricate.

Fortunately, most of the reporters invited today were familiar faces who knew when to show restraint. Under the staff’s guidance, the reporters lined up in an orderly fashion. Standing on the steps, Lin Wanbai didn’t answer any individual questions.

“I’ve just come back from the hospital. You all witnessed what happened at the opening ceremony, so I won’t repeat it. But Mr. Fu is seriously injured, and I’m really worried about him. We will conduct a thorough investigation into this incident and, once we have all the facts, will give a full account to the public. We absolutely won’t allow a few troublemakers to tarnish the beauty of Xinhai Bay. Today is not only Xinhai Bay’s grand opening, but also my birthday. I hope all of you enjoy your time here, take lots of beautiful photos of the resort—and of me too.”

Lin Wanbai had always had a good relationship with the media. Her personal appearance ensured that no one would make things difficult for her.

A reporter from the Financial Daily was the first to wish her a happy birthday, shifting the mood from tense to cheerful.

No one would slight Lin Wanbai.

She pressed her palms together and smiled. “Thank you, everyone.”

With that, her assistant distributed red envelopes to the reporters.

Lin Wanbai then turned and entered the hotel, where she met Fu Yanchuan.

He told her, “The guests have all been reassured. No one was hurt except for a few staff members, and the doctor is tending to them.”

“Give me the guest list,” she said.

Taking the list, Lin Wanbai set about offering her apologies, standing in for Fu Juxing. Even though she knew none of the guests would hold it against her, she felt the apology was necessary. She also arranged for small gifts to be placed outside each guest’s door before the evening banquet, along with a handwritten apology card.

After she finished apologizing, she returned to her villa, just as Fu Juxing’s assistant, Lei Sen, arrived with a stack of elegant cards. Liang Xi was still selecting the gifts, but they would certainly be ready before the banquet.

Lin Wanbai began writing the apology cards herself.

“I can have our staff write them,” Lei Sen offered.

She shook her head, pressing the cards down. “No need. There are only a few. I’ll write them myself—it’s more sincere this way.”

Lei Sen looked at her, said nothing more, and waited nearby for her instructions.

The doorbell rang. Lei Sen went to answer it. Outside stood Liang Zhixia, followed by Yang Ruyue and Han Chen.

With Liang Zhixia’s unmistakable face, there was no need for introductions—Lei Sen let them in.

After all the day’s chaos, Lin Wanbai had nearly forgotten about Han Chen. Seeing them brought her back to herself, and she sent Lei Sen off on another errand.

With only the few of them left in the villa, she continued writing, glancing at Han Chen but saying nothing.

Liang Zhixia sat beside her, watching. “You’re writing them yourself?”

“Who else would?” Lin Wanbai replied.

“You know, even if you did nothing, they’d still give you every courtesy.”

She kept writing, not pausing for a second—the schedule was tight, but luckily the opening ceremony hadn’t drawn too many guests.

Liang Zhixia, sensing her mood, sat quietly and didn’t disturb her.

Lin Wanbai wrote with full concentration for over an hour before finally finishing.

It was nearly time to get ready for the evening birthday party. Lei Sen brought in the hair and makeup team and took away the handwritten cards.

The villa was a scene of busy but orderly activity. Liang Zhixia lounged in the living room, watching TV and flipping through magazines, occasionally chatting with Lin Wanbai.

Yang Ruyue was used to such occasions, but Han Chen looked entirely out of place, standing there awkwardly.

He watched Lin Wanbai, the center of everyone’s attention. Through the mirror, he saw her exquisite face. Someone must have told a joke—she suddenly broke into a bright smile, her white teeth flashing.

In that moment, Han Chen was utterly transfixed.

As he stood there, a cold, deep voice sounded beside his ear, “Like what you see?”

He snapped back to reality and turned to see the profile of a man he recognized—Lin Wanbai’s husband.

Fu Juxing turned his head, meeting Han Chen’s gaze. With a slight smile, he said, “I think so too.”