Mated at First Sight
Chapter 356 - 258

Chapter 356: 258

Upon returning to Mo Yinfan’s office, Mu Lin was once again greeted by a secret attack; with nonchalance, Mu Lin dodged it easily.

"Do you still want to taste the nice thing from last time?" A cool voice rang out, immediately causing Mo Qian to stop in his tracks. He grunted, retreated to his corner and stayed there, his face full of discontent.

Mu Lin’s lips curved slightly upwards as he happily made his way towards Mo Yinfan.

Looking at Mu Lin with a smile, Mo Yinfan said, "Mo Qian just had an itch in his hand." Since hearing that Mu Lin had singlehandedly annihilated the top ten assassins within the enemy’s organization and the entire mercenary team, he had come to realize that this guy was itching for a fight.

Soldiers loved to fight, and although Mo Qian had left the army many years ago, the ingrained habits were difficult to change.

"Really?" Mu Lin raised his eyebrow, glanced at the icy figure in some corner, and humorously added, "But regrettably, I’m quite a lazy person. Majority of the time, I prefer to use poison, or... Aphrodisiac." How simple it was.

As he uttered the last two words, Mu Lin prolonged his voice. After receiving a cold glare and a grunt, he turned and sat down in front of Mo Yinfan, nonchalantly.

"Why did you come back so late?" Mo Yinfan asked casually.

Mu Lin: "I ran into an acquaintance at the police station and took care of a small errand."

"Oh," Mo Yinfan nodded, not probing further; he paused before asking, "How was it?" It was a query made with just three simple words.

"Just so-so," Mu Lin said. "There are some things that should remain secrets. Besides, the cannon fodder are bound to perish." This was an age-old plain truth.

"Seems like it’s going to get complicated around me now," Mu Lin’s statement was intense, yet Mo Yinfan surprisingly understood it.

"Hmm," Mu Lin nodded. "Actually, it’s like the ancient royal throne. In Ming City, you Mo Yinfan, are the king. But under the king, there should always be one or two people who want to rise to power. Otherwise, wouldn’t the king’s life be too dull?" An occasional power struggle could indeed be stimulating.

Mu Lin continued, "Although it is better to stay in one’s place for a longer duration, if there is someone else or even another country providing strong support, most people would be willing to gamble on it." Such opportunities do not come by often.

"You’re too young." Looking at the handsome face before him, Mu Lin suddenly felt poignant.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yinfan chuckled reluctantly, "Are you sure that you’re suitable to say this to me?" He hoped she wouldn’t forget that among the three of them, she was the youngest, barely past twenty, yet imitating the maturity of an elder.

However, despite her age, the girl sitting in front of him couldn’t be taken lightly.

"You know what I mean." Mu Lin grinned, leaning back in the chair with apparent confidence in Mo Yinfan. "You’re quite intelligent," he had known this since the first time he met him. Otherwise, how could he have managed to retain his position among the wolves and leopards for so long?

"Indeed I do." Mo Yinfan nodded, his agreement suggesting that he was indeed too young and that the discontented man below him was at least a decade or two older. Hence, even if he were to die or retire, Mo Yinfan could still sit firmly at his current position.

Speaking frankly, he couldn’t completely blame the discontented man for hating him. Three years ago, the man was expecting a stable promotion to become the city head of Ming City. No one would have predicted that someone much younger and less experienced would usurp his position. Anyone would be angered, and it was quite fortunate that the man had tolerated it till now.

"Has he become desperate?" Mo Yinfan asked with a profound smile.

Mu Lin shook his head, "He’s just being used as a pawn." It was ridiculous for powerless people to aspire to high positions. To be honest, even if Mo Yinfan finally drops dead, the person who succeeds him won’t be that man; only a fool would fully trust the words of those in high positions.

The phrase ’discard the plow at the end of the furrow’ has been consistently proven throughout history.

"It seems like you’re the one who is right," Mo Yinfan stated with a slight smile as he looked at Mu Lin.

"Of course." Mu Lin lazily spun around in his chair, then he returned to his usual seat. His assistant had already prepared snacks, refreshments, and milk.