Chapter 62: Believe It or Not, I Can Beat You to Death?

"Lin Yaqin! What are you doing here?!"

Han Bin's face darkened as he stared at Lin Yaqin, who was sitting next to Fan Jun and clearly had been drinking. In a cold voice, he demanded, "Didn't you say you were having dinner with your parents today?"

Flustered, Lin Yaqin instantly distanced herself from Fan Jun and stammered, "A friend called me at the last minute, so, so I..."

She looked at Fan Jun as if pleading for help.

Fan Jun was stunned as well, completely at a loss.

Equally stunned was Wu Qianqian. She worked at an education and training agency, and Han Bin, who stood beside her, was her boss.

Hearing Zhao Yuanqing mention that Wei Lin was divorced and also attending a dinner party today, she had gotten a bit drunk and asked Han Bin for a favor, pretending to be her boyfriend to come over and toast a drink.

Her only motive was to provoke Wei Lin and exact revenge for being dumped back in the day.

Who could have predicted that Han Bin's girlfriend would also be in the private dining room, and seemingly acting rather cozy with Fan Jun?

She didn't know Lin Yaqin, so she hadn't thought much of it when they first met.

However, she did know Fan Jun.

She knew that apart from being somewhat handsome, Fan Jun fell far short of Han Bin in height, family background, and personal capability.

Earlier, she had been puzzled, wondering how a guy like Fan Jun managed to find a girlfriend who actually looked decent.

Never in her wildest dreams did she expect that Lin Yaqin's true boyfriend was actually her own boss at the training agency.

"Who the hell are you? What's your relationship with Lin Yaqin?"

Standing well over one hundred and ninety centimeters tall in a tailored suit, Han Bin had long forgotten his original purpose for coming over and strode directly toward Fan Jun.

He was tall and solidly built, though his face was covered in acne scars, giving him an inherently fierce look.

Fan Jun, who was only one hundred and seventy-two centimeters tall, had been rather timid back in high school, always tagging along behind Wei Lin, Zhao Yuanqing, and the others. Seeing Han Bin approach in a menacing manner to settle scores, he stammered, "I, the two of us..."

His heart was filled with bitterness.

While he and Lin Yaqin hadn't officially progressed to a boyfriend-and-girlfriend relationship yet, during the entire time he was pursuing her, Lin Yaqin had never once mentioned having a boyfriend.

The Gucci bag in Lin Yaqin's hand and the clover necklace around her neck were both items he had gritted his teeth and bought using his savings.

That represented nearly half a year of his salary.

He had gone all out for Lin Yaqin.

Earlier, when introducing her to Wei Lin and Zhao Yuanqing, he had said Lin Yaqin was his girlfriend, and she hadn't denied it. So why on earth did she suddenly sprout an official boyfriend?

"You already had a boyfriend, so why did you drop hints for me to buy you gifts? What am I supposed to be?"

In front of several old classmates, Fan Jun felt utterly humiliated, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"When my brother introduced her earlier, he said Lin Yaqin was his girlfriend, and she didn't deny it!" Zhao Yuanqing stood up abruptly, his face sinking as he demanded, "Who the hell are you? Who do you think you are?"

Wei Lin wasn't one for many words; almost as Han Bin began moving toward Fan Jun, he had already left his seat instantly.

In five steps, he inserted himself right between Fan Jun and Han Bin.

"I said it before, Fan Jun and I are just ordinary friends, not what you guys are thinking!" Lin Yaqin shrieked, quickly clarifying, "My boyfriend is Han Bin!"

Hearing this, Fan Jun wore a bitter expression.

"Did you hear that? Her boyfriend is me!" Han Bin gave a cold laugh. "Knowing full well she has a boyfriend, you little punk still tried to hit on her and invited her to dine here at Pinyuan. That means you completely disrespect me!"

"I, I didn't know." Fan Jun lowered his head, not daring to look at either Han Bin or Lin Yaqin.

Mr. and Mrs. Liu were also driven crazy by this scene and all stood up to try to calm things down.

"Get lost!"

Han Bin cursed, attempting to push past Wei Lin, who was blocking his path, so he could rush over and grab Fan Jun by the collar to interrogate him.

Unfortunately, Wei Lin, whose basketball defense had been fiercely aggressive lately, didn't give him even the slightest opportunity.

Amidst the tense atmosphere, a smile actually hung on Wei Lin's face.

Having blocked Han Bin three times in a row, his smile remained unchanged, but Han Bin finally snapped, cursing, "A good dog doesn't block the path. What the hell are you stopping me for?"

"Are you and Lin Yaqin married?" Wei Lin asked with a smile.

Han Bin gave a cold snort. "So what if we're not married?"

"You two aren't married, haven't gotten a marriage license, and she's not your wife!" Wei Lin let out a strange laugh and shouted, "As long as you're not married, anything is possible! If you're just boyfriend and girlfriend, not only can Fan Jun pursue your girlfriend, but I can pursue your girlfriend too, and so can Zhao Yuanqing!"

"Every single single man in all of Linjiang City can pursue your girlfriend!"

"It's not against the law, damn it! What business is it of yours?"

As soon as those words fell, Zhao Yuanqing was the first to clap and laugh out loud. "Makes sense!"

Before Han Bin could fully process the statement, Wei Lin suddenly turned his head to stare at Wu Qianqian, smiling warmly as he said, "Qianqian, didn't you have a boyfriend back then, too? Didn't she end up becoming my girlfriend in the end?"

Wu Qianqian clutched her wine pitcher as if struck by lightning, awkwardly unsure of what to say.

Wei Lin's words clearly emboldened Fan Jun.

With his head lowered, feeling that he had lost all his dignity, he abruptly stood up and shouted loudly, "That's right! You guys aren't even married yet, why shouldn't I like Yaqin!"

"You bastard!"

Han Bin's blood boiled, and unable to take it any longer, he swore profanely and lunged forward to hit him.

Seeing this posture, Fan Jun hurriedly sat back down.

At that exact moment, Wei Lin, who had merely been intercepting him up to this point, suddenly reached out and clamped his hand around Han Bin's neck.

The next moment.

Everyone in the private dining room watched as Wei Lin locked his grip on Han Bin's neck, pushing him backward step by step until Han Bin was pinned against the wall of the room.

Han Bin, who was taller and looked sturdier than Wei Lin, lost the physical confrontation completely and utterly.

"You bastard! Who the hell are you?!"

Pinned by the neck against the wall, Han Bin tried to pry Wei Lin's arm away with both hands. When he couldn't break the hold, he tried to punch Wei Lin instead.

Yet, tall as he was, his arms seemed shorter than Wei Lin's. No matter how hard he tried, his fists simply couldn't reach Wei Lin.

The hand Wei Lin had clamped around his neck was as powerful as a pair of pliers, and as Han Bin struggled, it only tightened further.

Gradually, Han Bin's face turned crimson, and even breathing became difficult.

"Han Bin, right?"

When Han Bin stopped struggling, Wei Lin finally let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with ferocity, and said indultingly, "From this point on, if you dare throw a punch, then I'll be acting in self-defense."

"Do you believe I could beat you to death?"

He stared straight into Han Bin's eyes.

Han Bin glared back with bloodshot eyes.

A few seconds later.

Wei Lin released his grip and took a step back, signaling that if Han Bin didn't believe him, he was welcome to try.

"Lin Yaqin! I'm asking you right now, are you choosing that shorty, or are you choosing me?!"

Instead of striking, Han Bin roared at Lin Yaqin.

Lin Yaqin's face was twisted and distorted by the sudden turn of events, completely devoid of any remaining beauty.

Fan Jun stared blankly at her and said, "Yaqin, I genuinely like you. Maybe, maybe I'm not as rich as him, but, but I..."

Completely ignoring him, Lin Yaqin shrieked, "Han Bin, you're my boyfriend, you've always been!"

Wei Lin shouted coldly, "Lin Yaqin, get lost!"

Called out by name and reprimanded, Lin Yaqin had no face left to stay in the private room. Grabbing her bag, she walked over to Han Bin, and the two of them pulled the door open and hurried out together.

"I treated her so well, I spent half a year's salary buying her a bag and a necklace, and who knew she already had a boyfriend!"

As the two left, Fan Jun finally broke down.

Having consumed half a jin of liquor, he could no longer control himself in front of his brothers and burst into tears on the spot.

"Did you sleep with her?" Wei Lin asked, frowning.

"I didn't even get to hold her hand!"

Having already lost all his dignity to this extent, Fan Jun stopped holding anything back. "That bag she was carrying and the necklace around her neck were both things she hinted for me to buy her! How was I supposed to know she had a boyfriend?"

"Fan Jun, that woman isn't worthy of you!" Zhang Cuiwei said, furious. "Who acts like that? Scamming you out of money is one thing, but she played with your feelings too!"

"Fan Jun, don't worry about a brainless bitch like that. I'll introduce you to a good one later!" Zhao Yuanqing comforted him.

"Wei Lin, where are you going?"

"Wei Lin, what are you up to again?"

"Wei Lin, don't go starting trouble!"

The last sentence was shouted by Wu Qianqian, who hurried after him.

"All of you stay put, I'll be right back!"

At the doorway, Wei Lin shoved Wu Qianqian back into their private room and ordered sternly, "Stay put!"

Seeing his sudden fury, Wu Qianqian instantly recalled the fear of being dominated by Wei Lin back in the day and immediately became docile again.

Looking miserable, she turned around, shuffled back to Wei Lin's seat, and slumped down heavily into a chair.

Young Teacher Mu had already stood up.

Her earlier shout of "Wei Lin, where are you going?" had been brought to a halt by Wei Lin's command to stay put, and now she felt anxious, not knowing what to do.

Glancing around the room, Teacher Mu suddenly noticed that Zhao Yuanqing, Mr. and Mrs. Liu, and even Fan Jun hadn't gotten up.

Each of them appeared rather calm.

"Aren't you guys worried about Wei Lin at all?" Teacher Mu couldn't help asking.

Zhao Yuanqing smiled calmly. "Rest assured, Wei Lin won't come out on the losing end. Besides, this is Pinyuan; if he really blows things out of proportion, the two of us can handle it."

"Are you Wei Lin's current girlfriend?" Wu Qianqian suddenly asked.

Mu Lanyan was pondering Zhao Yuanqing's words. Hearing this, she thought for a moment and gave a noncommittal answer, "Consider me one."

Wu Qianqian forced a smile and said, "Wei Lin certainly has good taste."

Teacher Mu looked at her intently with a serious expression, her words carrying a hidden sting, "Not necessarily that good."

Wu Qianqian understood the implication, and the already forced smile vanished from her face instantly.

The two women sat opposite each other in silence.

Wei Lin certainly didn't keep everyone waiting long. He returned within a few minutes, holding Lin Yaqin's Gucci bag and the clover necklace in his hands.

"Fan Jun, I got all your things back for you."

Tossing the bag and necklace casually onto the sofa, Wei Lin gave a carefree smile and asked, "Did we leave anything else out? They haven't left yet; I can go back and ask for more if needed."