Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 775 - 095 Wedding Banquet_4

As she spoke, she lifted her foot to leave, and at first glance, she really seemed like she was looking for a place to vomit.

Panpan covered her lips and sneakily smiled to herself, admiring Boss Lin’s ability to dodge the subject more than anything.

"Lin Yuan, stop right there!" Lin Siyu’s patience had completely worn thin with her. How had this girl become such a nuisance in less than a year?

"Tell me, what exactly do you want?" Lin Siyu’s only thought now was how to make Lin Yuan shut up.

Lin Yuan couldn’t be bothered to waste words with her, so she raised her hand to smooth out a stray hair and sized Lin Siyu up from head to toe, speaking in a mocking tone, "What I want? Maternal Aunt Lin, you should ask yourself what you can offer instead."

Lin Siyu was taken aback and the fleeting sense of superiority that had just bubbled up from her heart instantly dissipated. Indeed, what could she offer?

Money? The Little Disaster Star was now the boss of Fuman Building; would she lack silver? Status? Ha, she, a trivial Little Concubine whose own status was unstable, what could she offer to someone else?

Lin Siyu bit her lip, having been spoiled by the affection of Li Chang in Li Mansion for so long and accustomed to being flattered and complimented by everyone in the house, she had forgotten that she no longer had any capital to flaunt in front of Lin Yuan.

What she had left was only being blackmailed.

"What do you want to do to let me off the hook?" Although she was reluctant, she had to bow her head to someone she once looked down upon in order to survive.

Lin Yuan curved her lips into a hook, surprisingly not blackmailing her: "Why should I let you off? I never intended to catch you in the first place! Lin Siyu, don’t think too highly of yourself, in my eyes, you’re no different from a stranger on the street."

Lin Yuan’s words only made Lin Siyu feel more uneasy. Wanting nothing at all didn’t seem like her style at all!

Sure enough, Lin Yuan continued.

"However, the reason I followed you here was not to see your scandalous affairs. I just want to remind you, Lin Siyu, that you are Li Chang’s Little Concubine, not Li Chengzhi’s. You should know if someone discovers your affair, it won’t be just a dip in the pig cage awaiting you."

Lin Yuan kicked a small stone at her feet with the tip of her shoe, watching it roll uncontrollably into a pile of rubbish, as if she were seeing her past self and the current Lin Siyu. She used to be that small stone whose fate was not in her own hands, and Lin Siyu, who once stood high above others, was like the foot that controlled the fate of others. But now the tables had turned.

The words "dip in the pig cage" were not unfamiliar to Lin Siyu; she had, after all, once followed her parents to Lin Yuan’s house to watch her undergo the punishment of the pig cage. Back then, she was the stunning beauty in everyone’s eyes, the golden phoenix expected to soar eventually.

But ever since she agreed, out of spite, to become Li Chang’s Little Concubine, she was no longer the golden phoenix but a fallen hen.

As Lin Yuan turned to leave, she suddenly remembered something and turned back with "kindness" to remind her, "Oh right, no matter whose Little Concubine you are, you should continue to be favored. Lady Jin has grown old, and Li Chang hasn’t shared a room with her for a long time. And as for Jin Lingling, heh, she’s busy trying to maintain her pregnancy. Even if she wanted to share a bed with her husband, her body isn’t capable. So congratulations, Maternal Aunt Lin, continue to enjoy your blissful life in the bedroom!"

With that, Lin Yuan left with a look of contempt, not looking back. She held in contempt this woman, Lin Siyu, who ensnared men with her beauty. Since Lady Jin couldn’t be bothered to deal with her, let Jin Lingling do it. Anyway, neither of them were pure-hearted, so let them fight it out, dog eat dog, perfect!

Watching Lin Yuan strut away, Lin Siyu quivered like a leaf. What did she say? Jin Lingling was pregnant? How could that be? He had promised her that marrying Jin Lingling was only for the Jin family’s properties, that he didn’t truly like her. But if he didn’t like her, why would he get her pregnant?

A child, so unattainable. Lin Siyu gently placed her hand on her flat belly. Her longed-for child, why hadn’t it come yet?

Returning to the banquet, Lin Yuan’s mood had improved, but to her surprise, Meng Chunyan’s seat across from her was empty. Normally, this wouldn’t have caught her attention, but when she glanced unintentionally toward her maternal aunt Liu Limin, she realized that Meng Chunyan had actually taken a seat beside Liu Limin.

Her face was obscured by another person and could not be seen, but Liu Limin’s expression was clearly visible: impatience, helplessness, frustration.

Was this Meng Chunyan deliberately creating trouble for her aunt?

Lin Yuan’s expression turned cold, and she stood up and approached, looking down at her with authority.

Meng Chunyan wore a scornful smile, but her scalp turned cold suddenly and she shivered. Looking up to find Lin Yuan’s unfriendly gaze, she didn’t even realize her own voice trembled: "What do you want to do? This is Li Mansion, don’t cause trouble without reason!"

"Ha, I should be warning you!" Lin Yuan let out a cold laugh: "Meng Chunyan, if you have a problem, come at me. Don’t make things difficult for my aunt!"

My aunt?

Meng Chunyan’s eyes widened incredulously as she looked at Liu Limin...