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Lin Qingyou praised exaggeratedly, “Baby, the noodles you made may not look great, but they actually taste pretty good.”
“Cough, cough, cough…” This time, it was Yin Hanyu who choked.
“Baby?” That nickname again.
“Yeah, you are my baby.”
Lin Qingyou quickly poured a glass of water for Yin Hanyu. “Why are you reacting so strongly? This isn’t the first time I’ve called you that.”
Yin Hanyu took a sip of water.
Was it really the first time?
Still… he wasn’t used to it.
Lin Qingyou said, “If you really can’t accept it, I can call you darling, sweetheart, or even honey.”
Yin Hanyu: “…”
Lin Qingyou suddenly leaned in a little closer to Yin Hanyu, her eyes sparkling as she spoke in a sugary-sweet voice, “Baby, you’re so handsome. I really want to kiss you.”
Yin Hanyu’s face unknowingly turned red again.
He took a step back, looking at Lin Qingyou warily. “You weren’t like this before. Why—”
“You said it yourself—that was before.”
Lin Qingyou scooted closer like an eager puppy. “Baby, from now on, I’m always going to call you that. You’ll get used to it.”
Yin Hanyu suddenly reached out and touched Lin Qingyou’s forehead.
Lin Qingyou glared at him. “What? Are you going to say I’m crazy again?”
Yin Hanyu didn’t answer directly but said instead, “I know a really skilled doctor.”
Lin Qingyou’s expression instantly changed.
Yin Hanyu, thinking she was mad, quickly picked up the egg from his own bowl and placed it in hers.
She seemed to like the eggs he made.
Lin Qingyou looked at the egg in her bowl, both amused and speechless.
This man…
Seeing her mood improve, Yin Hanyu continued, “Bitter medicine is good for sickness. You shouldn’t avoid seeing a doctor.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
He really wasn’t giving up?
Did she really seem crazy to him right now?
“Sigh…” Lin Qingyou sighed.
She was paying for the sins of her past life.
So, she suddenly said to Yin Hanyu, “Actually, my dream was really long. Do you want to keep listening?”
Yin Hanyu immediately put down his chopsticks and looked at Lin Qingyou obediently.
Lin Qingyou twitched her lips.
Why did he look like a top student attending a lecture?
“Ahem…” Lin Qingyou cleared her throat and sat up properly.
Then, her first sentence was:
“Yin Hanyu, in my dream, we were already married.”
“What?!?!”
Yin Hanyu’s eyes widened in disbelief. “We got married?”
Was she sure that was her dream and not his?
“Hard to believe?” Lin Qingyou said, “Honestly, I found it hard to believe too.”
Because in her past life, when she and Yin Hanyu got married, it was at the worst moment of her life—when she had been framed, publicly condemned, and had her reputation ruined.
The internet was flooded with accusations, calling her all kinds of names.
And at that time, the two men she trusted the most delivered the final blow.
Leng Yifeng, disgusted and furious, slapped her.
“Lin Qingyou, you’re just a filthy whore. You disgust me. Never appear in front of me again.”
Her father also slapped her.
“Lin Qingyou, you’ve disgraced our family. You don’t deserve to be my daughter. Get out! From now on, I have no daughter.”
At that moment, she was completely broken and truly wanted to die.
But then, Yin Hanyu appeared.
He gently picked up her battered body and walked past Leng Yifeng and her father.
“The humiliation and pain you inflicted on my wife today, I will make you pay back tenfold, a hundredfold.”
Wife?
When everyone else abandoned and despised her,
Yin Hanyu gave her a new, honorable identity.
At that time, he didn’t just say it to Leng Yifeng and her father—he publicly announced their marriage to the whole country.
The public was shocked.
Why would the prince of the capital marry a woman with such a bad reputation?
There must be some misunderstanding.
Yin Hanyu was a smart and powerful man—there was no way he’d marry a truly terrible woman.
Speculation arose, and different voices began to emerge, giving her a chance to breathe.
With their marriage, Yin Hanyu silenced the public’s criticism.
But he was afraid she couldn’t accept it, so he told her, “Just think of it as a fake marriage.”
“Fake marriage?” Lin Qingyou was confused. “Is the marriage certificate fake?”
“The certificate is real,” Yin Hanyu said apologetically. “Sorry, if it were fake, it wouldn’t have convinced everyone.”
“So we’re really married?”
Yin Hanyu nodded. “But don’t worry, I won’t take advantage of you because of it.”
And he kept his word.
Every night, even though they shared a room,
Yin Hanyu would always take his blanket and pillow and sleep on the small bed in the corner.
Maybe because Lin Qingyou’s description was so vivid,
Yin Hanyu could picture everything as she spoke,
As if it wasn’t just a dream…
Seeing Yin Hanyu lost in thought, Lin Qingyou waved a hand in front of his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…” Yin Hanyu’s expression was complicated as he looked at Lin Qingyou.
Her heart started pounding under his gaze.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She quickly looked away.
Yin Hanyu asked, “Why am I always so good in your dream?”
Because you really are a good person.
Lin Qingyou remembered asking him in her past life, when she was at her lowest:
“Yin Hanyu, they say seeing is believing. Why do you still trust me?”
Yin Hanyu asked back, “Who are ‘they’? Those worthless people? Why should I believe what a bunch of trash says?”
“But…”
He had seen the same photos they did, hadn’t he?
“No buts.” Yin Hanyu flicked her forehead. “Do you think I’m as dumb as you? You and those people aren’t even comparable. Why would I believe them instead of you?”
“Besides, even if it were true, so what? It’s your body. No one has the right to judge your choices.”
That’s just the kind of person he was.
Yin Hanyu suddenly stood up, staring at Lin Qingyou angrily.
“So, the reason you’re acting like this lately… is because of your dream?”
“Huh?!”
Lin Qingyou was momentarily speechless.
“You feel guilty because of your dream, so you’re trying to make it up to me?”
“It’s not like that…”
“Isn’t it?” Yin Hanyu interrupted. “In your dream, we got married, so now you keep saying you want to marry me.
In your dream, we weren’t truly intimate, so now you suddenly hug me, kiss me, and even want to sleep with me?”
The more he spoke, the angrier he got.
“Lin Qingyou, you actually want to sleep with me just because of a dream? I hate you.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”