My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 2059: Sweat Beading on the Forehead
"Because our adoption relationship started a year ago, the entire process began with..." Yiyi was about to explain the detailed process of Madam Aisha adopting her, but Ling Kong interrupted her.
He made a stopping gesture, his gaze fixed on her, and spoke lightly.
"It started from Yalan Country, from when you were a child!"
Yiyi frowned: "I think these past events have nothing to do with Governor Yun. Before I came to Aus Empire, I never had any contact with him. Even if you know about the past, you can’t find any connection; it’s just a waste of time."
"Whether it’s a waste of time or not, whether it matters or not, should be decided by me, the examiner." Ling Kong’s tone was firm.
"That past is trivial and long, filled with boredom. Are you sure you really want to hear it? Ha, I’m afraid it would take three days and nights to finish." Yiyi couldn’t help feeling irritated and flustered; after all, her past wasn’t that of a little girl from Yalan Country.
She wasn’t from this world, and her past was indescribable, too incredible.
Ling Kong noticed the hesitation in her eyes and the subtle panic revealed on her face, his tone becoming stronger: "You just speak. If you truly have the ability to speak for three days and nights, then I’ll accompany you through it."
Yiyi was somewhat exasperated, wondering what he really wanted. Considering he was a young politician reputed to surpass the Councilman in the future, he should have a clear and sharp mind to understand that her trivial past had nothing to do with the matter of Governor Yun, yet he insisted on digging to the roots, which was truly frustrating.
"Fine, since you want to hear it, I’ll tell you." She thought for a moment, recalling the fake identity Fengye Wuyin had made for her, which was detailed even down to childhood. She planned to recite it, adding some minor details to make the story sound more real and convincing.
She began to speak slowly, organizing a cohesive story of her birth, childhood, and growth, including locations, people, and various occurrences, thinking this should be flawless.
Ling Kong stood up, pacing slowly in the conference room, listening intently as she recounted the touching story of a tragic and tumultuous childhood, nodding occasionally, appearing genuinely involved and amused.
This made Yiyi truly distressed. She thought these childhood stories would surely bore him soon, but he was so attentively absorbed, forcing her to concentrate even more on fabricating, fearing an accidental flaw might be caught and collapse her entire story.
The more she spoke, the more beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her palms grew cold, and her thoughts became less fluid.
Telling one lie was easy, but try fabricating continuously for several hours, ensuring consistency and flawlessness. It truly tested a person’s logical prowess and creativity in storytelling.
Yiyi felt her head growing heavy, speaking slower, increasingly finding herself at a loss, her thoughts muddled.
"Uh... Don’t you find this boring?" Yiyi couldn’t help but pause to ask him, taking the opportunity to let her highly active mind rest for a moment and organize the next part of the story.
"No, it’s very interesting." Ling Kong turned his head, smiling and bending down, noticing the droplets of sweat on her forehead, his eyes flickering. "You’re working so hard at fabricating, speaking until your throat sweats. If I don’t show appreciation, wouldn’t that be quite ungentlemanly?"
