Married at First Sight Chapter 4475

Zhan Wei chuckled. “You want to complain to my sister-in-law? Go ahead. If you do, I’ll complain to Chairman Lan.”

“I’ll also tell everyone in Yangcheng that you took advantage of me and refused to take responsibility.”

Lan Ruoruo took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She said, “Go ahead and tell them. You might as well say I slept with you and refused to take responsibility!”

“Do you even dare to say that?”

Zhan Wei: “…Lan Ruoruo, are you into me? You’ve been targeting me for years. Is it because you’re secretly interested?”

“You’re crazy. You’ve been targeting me! Why don’t you admit you’re interested?”

“You’re not my type.”

Zhan Wei said bluntly, “If you were my type, we wouldn’t have been at odds for all these years. I would’ve figured out a way to make peace and become business partners long ago.”

Lan Ruoruo snapped, “What a coincidence—you’re not my type either. I don’t care whether you like me or not. Plenty of people do.”

Still, she felt oddly annoyed.

What was wrong with her?

She was outstanding, okay? Plenty of older women wanted their grandsons to marry her. She just didn’t like any of them and had turned down countless proposals, which is why she was still single.

Truth be told, Lan Ruoruo wasn’t sure what kind of man she liked.

One thing was certain—it definitely wasn’t a scoundrel like Zhan Wei.

“Seventh Uncle, Seventh Uncle!”

Zhan Muchen called out to Zhan Wei.

Zhan Wei quickly said to Lan Ruoruo, “I’m not talking to you anymore. My nephew’s calling. Don’t forget—you owe me a meal as an apology.”

With that, he hung up.

Lan Ruoruo muttered, “…That scoundrel!”
Lan Ruoruo muttered, “…That scoundrel!”

Fine, let him come—who’s afraid of who?

Still, if she didn’t invite him to dinner, Lan Ruoruo was genuinely worried he’d run to her grandfather and complain, saying she took advantage of him and refused to take responsibility. At that point, there would be no way to explain herself.

Her grandfather might even assume she and Zhan Wei were caught up in some love-hate relationship.

She was turning thirty after the New Year and still didn’t have a boyfriend. Her grandfather was already concerned and planned to reduce her workload so she’d have more time to fall in love.

But Lan Ruoruo didn’t want to get married.

She felt that living alone and freely was better.

She had nieces and nephews; when she got old, she could rely on them. Her assets would go to them as well.

There was a knock on the door.

Lan Ruoruo said, “Come in,” and the door opened. It was Lan Dongxiao—her older brother and the president of the Lan Group.

Lan Dongxiao bore some resemblance to her. Dressed in a black suit and tie, he looked mature, composed, and handsome.

In Yangcheng, men like Lan Dongxiao were once considered top-tier. That was before Zhan Wei arrived. Since his arrival, Zhan Wei had gradually outshone him.

In terms of looks, Lan Dongxiao couldn’t quite match Zhan Wei. In charisma, Zhan Wei also had the edge.

“Ruoruo, I heard you were in a bad mood. Did you run into that kid Zhan Wei again?”

Lan Dongxiao had clashed with Zhan Wei countless times, and their abilities were evenly matched. If their companies weren’t sworn rivals, he might have even admired Zhan Wei.

He also knew that the real feud was between his sister and Zhan Wei. The two understood each other too well and always clashed when they met. If they didn’t, his sister wouldn’t feel right.

She had just negotiated a major business deal, but at the final moment, Zhan Wei swooped in and stole it. Of course she’d be furious—and might’ve even gone to confront him.