The Devil’s Designated Lover

Lin Sao patted her head, and they walked side by side towards the main building: “Young people sometimes act impulsively and often don’t consider the consequences of their actions. Miss An, although this is our first meeting, I can see that you are a good girl who can distinguish between right and wrong.”

An Ke could naturally hear the subtext and gave her a grateful smile: “Thank you, Lin Sao. My name is An Ke. If there’s a chance in the future, please don’t call me Miss An, it sounds awkward.”

“An Ke, what a nice name,” Lin Sao joked.

“You think it sounds good too? My classmates and colleagues always said my name was too plain. I’ve argued with them about this countless times,” An Ke tried to smile, feeling that this Lin Sao seemed very warm and caring, like a familiar elder who genuinely cared for her.

It was a large villa with extensive grounds, exuding a classical charm. They walked and chatted, seemingly oblivious to the beautiful scenery around them.

“Lin Sao, you can go now,” a man in a suit interrupted their conversation, standing before them.

Lin Sao patted An Ke’s hand, as if telling her to stay calm, and instructed: “An Ke, don’t wet the wound on your face these next few days. Apply this ointment on time, and the scar will fade soon.”

An Ke took the ointment and nodded, following the man into the villa’s hall: “Miss An, please come in.” Before she could respond, the man had already retreated outside.

An Ke stood inside, her heart tense, not interested in the interior decorations, instead lowering her head and wondering what the devil would do to her.

“An Ke?” Jun Hao stood by the second-floor stairs, looking down with a mocking smile: “At least your name sounds pleasant.”

An Ke looked up, seeing him in a white shirt and black dress pants, with a ray of sunlight falling precisely on him, obscuring his face.

Jun Hao remained upstairs, his mocking smile deepening: “Why don’t you ask why I called you here?”

“If you want to say something, you’ll say it. What difference does it make if I ask or not?” An Ke looked away, not wanting him to see her unease.

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