Kidnapping the Heroine at the Start

Luo Bingyan hadn't expected Lin Han to hand over his phone so easily.

She had assumed she'd have to fight tooth and nail to get rid of the photos.

Opening the album, she found her private photos exactly where she expected them. Based on the timestamps, they had only been uploaded recently.

After selecting all and deleting them, she emptied the trash bin as well.

"Did you save them anywhere else?" Luo Bingyan asked casually, still looking at the phone.

Lin Han shook his head decisively. "Nope."

"Oh."

Luo Bingyan responded indifferently, but her fingers swiftly navigated to the system tools, opening the cloud storage tucked away in a hidden corner.

There it was—another full set of photos.

Heh. Men.

The corner of her lips curled into a cold smirk as she deleted them all again.

Lin Han's expression turned slightly awkward. "Alright, I swear, now they're really gone."

"Is that so?"

Luo Bingyan wasn't convinced.

She dug into the settings, found the parallel space function, and…

Boom.

An entire new system appeared, complete with a duplicate album and cloud storage, containing two more sets of photos.

Then, in compressed files, she found another set.

In the chat app's private album, two more sets.

After switching to a secondary account, she discovered even more.

Luo Bingyan was so furious she almost laughed.

Damn. Was all this really necessary?!

Other people hide in three burrows like a cunning rabbit, but this guy's got like ten damn burrows!

Lin Han let out a hearty laugh.

"Impressive! Not bad at all. I hid them so well, yet you still found them. You really do have a sharp eye."

"Spare me the flattery. I'm not buying it." Luo Bingyan scoffed.

Despite her words, a hint of satisfaction flickered in her eyes.

After meticulously triple-checking the phone, ensuring no remnants remained, she finally tossed it back to Lin Han.

Lin Han sighed dramatically, looking at the phone with a wistful expression.

"Sigh, my only keepsake is gone…"

Luo Bingyan's eyes gleamed with triumph. "Hmph! Your petty little tricks are nothing in front of me."

Lin Han shrugged. "Well, from this moment on, we're a couple."

"Fake couple," Luo Bingyan corrected him, shooting him a sideways glance.

"I know, I know," Lin Han said with a smirk. "But you can't act all stiff. You need to make it look real—otherwise, if people see through us, things will get messy."

"Tch, I don't need you to tell me that. Just make sure you don't slip up."

"Alright, alright, I'll shut up."

"Why are you shutting up now? If you think you're right, say it!"

"...What the f—"

Seeing Lin Han completely flustered, Luo Bingyan's mood instantly skyrocketed.

For the first time, she poured herself a cup of tea and sipped it leisurely.

Lin Han chuckled to himself.

If he had pursued acting in his past life, he could've won several Oscars.

Luo Bingyan was smart, no doubt about that. But in the novel, she had a hidden flaw—she was a total love-brained tsundere.

As long as he adjusted his attitude slightly, making her feel like she had the upper hand, winning her over would be child's play.

He wouldn't even need a full month—Lin Han was confident he could make her fall for him without realizing it.

By then, fake dating would turn real, and the tables would turn completely.

Also…

Sure, she deleted the photos from this phone, but…

He had three other phones, two laptops, and several USB drives.

More than enough copies.

At that moment, the system notification chimed in.

Ding! You have altered the original plot. Reward: 1000 Destiny Points.

Luo Bingyan took another sip of tea—only to immediately frown in disgust.

"So bitter! How do you even drink this? I remember you never drank tea before."

Lin Han chuckled. "It's not that bad. I drink this all the time at home."

Luo Bingyan narrowed her eyes, studying him closely. She wasn't sure what he was thinking.

Then, she asked, "Why did you kidnap me?"

Lin Han shook his head and sighed. "Come on, do you really not get it? If I had invited you politely, would you have come?"

"…Fair point."

Luo Bingyan thought for a moment, then scowled again.

"But that's only because you acted like a damn rabid dog before!"

The old Lin Han had been beyond deranged.

One time, Luo Bingyan politely shook hands with a business partner at a meeting.

The next day, Lin Han sent someone to chop off the guy's hand.

To monitor her movements, he had over 100 people stalking her 24/7.

To force her to accept his help, he had intimidated every investor in her company, forcing them to withdraw their shares.

Despite being the heir to a prestigious family, he acted like a crazed hyena—sinking his teeth into anything he could, using the dirtiest, most twisted methods imaginable.

That was why she hated him so much—his obsessive, toxic, and downright insane behavior.

Lin Han couldn't even argue against it.

Even he felt that the original Lin Han deserved to die.

At the end of the day, it was the villain's plot armor making him this dumb.

But now?

With him in control?

That wasn't happening.

Suddenly, from outside the villa, the roar of an engine revving shattered the quiet.

BANG!

A deafening crash followed—the iron gates of the villa had been rammed open!

Luo Bingyan jumped in shock, spilling tea onto her sleeve.

"Don't panic," Lin Han said calmly. "I'm here."

He pulled out some tissues, gently grabbing her wrist and wiping the tea off her sleeve.

The intimate gesture sent a strange shiver through Luo Bingyan's heart.

She instinctively tried to pull away, but Lin Han held on firmly—and completely ignored her death glare.

Luo Bingyan rolled her eyes.

Seeing that he wasn't crossing any real boundaries, she reluctantly let him be.

At such close range, she caught a faint whiff of tobacco from him.

Looking at his side profile, she had to admit…

This bastard's looks were seriously top-tier.

As for whatever was happening outside?

She didn't really care.

The Lin family's security was far superior to her own.

Besides, Lin Han was the direct heir—there were countless bodyguards protecting him.

Since he was staying calm, she had nothing to worry about.

Outside the villa…

A beat-up Volkswagen sedan had crashed into the iron gates, its hood crumpled, black smoke billowing from the engine.

The once-pristine garden and lawn were now a wreck.

"Defensive positions!"

A towering, burly man—Old Six—stood at the entrance, his expression grim.

With a wave of his hand, twenty black-suited bodyguards immediately moved in, surrounding the car with batons drawn.

The Lin family had too many enemies.

And as the only heir of the third generation, Lin Han was targeted by many who wanted him dead.

Their security detail? Elite-trained professionals.

Suddenly—

BANG!

The car door was kicked off its hinges, flying into two bodyguards and sending them crashing to the ground.

A man emerged from the wreckage.

Ye Fan.

"Spread out! High alert!"

Old Six's voice rang out through his earpiece. "Young Master, we've got a tough one."