Chapter 52: My Wife, Beautiful, Right? She’s Mine.

Yin Hanyu was forced by Lin Qingyou to stay home and recover for a few days.

His injuries weren’t serious, and after a few days, he was almost fully recovered.

However, he obediently refrained from going to the company.

First, because he had to listen to his wife.

Second, his absence would make certain people in the company anxious and expose their weaknesses.

It was the perfect opportunity for him to clean out some of the company’s old parasites and dead weight.

But while he stayed home, Lin Qingyou went to work.

Her aunt had been handling her work for days, and she couldn’t keep burdening her like that.

As a result, Yin Hanyu became a resentful husband, anxiously waiting for his wife to return.

From time to time, he would poke his head out from the balcony to see if Lin Qingyou was back.

Whenever he heard footsteps outside, he would immediately open the door to check if it was her.

Meanwhile, Yin Yichen was buried in the sofa, drowning in documents, looking absolutely miserable.

“Bro, if you’re so bored, why don’t you come over and deal with your own work?”

He was really at his limit.

All he wanted was to be a carefree rich playboy!

Why was he stuck here reading documents?!

He wanted to go out and have fun!

Yin Hanyu kicked him from behind. “Who’s bored? You’re just a single dog—what right do you have to call me bored? I have a wife now.”

Yin Yichen: “……”

So what if you have a wife? Does that make you superior?

If he wanted to, he could marry a hundred women!

Yin Hanyu grabbed him by the collar and scoffed, “A hundred? Look at you. No one would take you even if you were given away for free.”

Yin Yichen: “……”

That’s ridiculous! He was the star of the nightlife scene, the little prince of the imperial capital!

“And you dare talk about marrying a hundred?” Yin Hanyu smacked him on the head. “If you dare copy your scumbag father and build a harem, I’ll make sure you’re eunuchified.”

Yin Yichen shivered and instinctively covered himself.

Too scary!

His brother was even stricter than their grandfather.

He had to run away from home!

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Yin Hanyu instantly shoved Yin Yichen aside, fixed his clothes and hair, then beamed as he rushed to open the door.

His wife was back!

It had to be his wife!

But the next second, his smile froze.

Because the visitor wasn’t his wife.

It was the Yin family’s patriarch, Yin Tianzheng.

The head of the most powerful family in the imperial capital.

A man so influential that people joked his mere cough could shake the entire city.

Dressed in traditional Tang attire, with graying hair and a cane, he looked to be in his late sixties or seventies. But instead of appearing frail like most elderly men, he exuded authority and dignity.

His presence was even more commanding than Yin Yichen, who was slumped on the sofa.

The moment Yin Yichen saw him, he jumped up and straightened his posture, completely discarding his previous lazy demeanor.

But Yin Hanyu? He had no intention of being polite.

“What are you here for?”

Yin Tianzheng snorted, “What am I here for? I heard you were dead, so I came to check.”

Yin Hanyu leaned in. “Can you see me right now?”

Yin Tianzheng was speechless. “What nonsense are you talking about?”

Yin Hanyu continued, “Then do you think I’m dead?”

Yin Tianzheng glared. “Yes.”

Yin Hanyu patted his grandfather’s shoulder. “Congratulations. That means you’re dead too.”

Yin Tianzheng: “……”

Yin Yichen: “……”

Was his brother trying to send their grandfather to an early grave?

Furious, Yin Tianzheng swung his cane at Yin Hanyu. “What happened with your car accident? How could you be so careless?”

Yin Hanyu dodged effortlessly and smirked. “If I knew what happened, I wouldn’t have had a car accident.”

Yin Tianzheng: “……”

Yin Yichen: “……”

Well… no lies detected.

Yin Tianzheng glared at him.

Everyone feared him. The mere sight of him made people shrink like mice before a cat.

Everyone respected him, showering him with praises in hopes of winning his favor.

Everyone except Yin Hanyu.

This ungrateful brat didn’t flatter him, didn’t try to please him—he just made a sport of pissing him off.

“Enough glaring,” Yin Hanyu said. “You’re already old. Keep this up, and you’ll get hyperthyroidism.”

Yin Tianzheng: “……”

Before he could explode, Yin Hanyu cut in, “If you have something to say, say it. If not…” He pointed to the door.

Some things were best left unsaid.

Yin Tianzheng took a deep breath to calm himself. “You haven’t returned to the Yin family in a long time. Next month is your father’s birthday. Make sure you come back.”

Yin Hanyu’s face darkened.

Yin Tianzheng frowned. “What’s with that expression?”

Yin Hanyu shrugged. “You see what you see. You’re such a cunning old fox—do you really need me to explain it to you?”

Yin Tianzheng: “……”

“He’s your father,” Yin Tianzheng said, raising his voice. “You’re bound by blood.”

“Oh…” Yin Hanyu replied lazily.

Yin Tianzheng pressed on, “You’re not young anymore. I’ve arranged a good marriage for you. Go meet the girl.”

At that moment, Lin Qingyou returned, carrying fresh groceries.

The moment she heard those words, her heart skipped a beat.

So this moment had finally arrived, huh?

She had been too naive.

She thought that as long as she and Yin Hanyu agreed, marriage was that simple.

But she had forgotten—Yin Hanyu wasn’t just anybody.

Yin Tianzheng turned to her. “And you are?”

Yin Hanyu immediately pulled her close, lifted his chin proudly, and declared, “My wife. Beautiful, right? She’s mine.”

Yin Tianzheng’s eyes widened.

“Wife, this is my grandfather. Say hello,” Yin Hanyu said as he took the groceries from her and put them away.

Lin Qingyou greeted him, “Hello, Grandpa.”

Yin Tianzheng looked like he had just been struck by lightning. “No, I’m not fine.”

“……”

“When did you get married?” he demanded.

Yin Hanyu casually stocked the fridge.

Yin Tianzheng wanted to believe it was a joke.

But looking at their dynamic, it was obvious they were a newlywed couple living together.

He was an experienced man—one glance at the house told him Yin Hanyu wasn’t lying.

A pair of pink slippers at the door. A pink apron in the kitchen.

A fridge full of milk, fruit, and snacks.

Yin Hanyu’s fridge used to be filled with nothing but alcohol and air.

Fresh flowers on the dining table. A newly replaced green tablecloth. Even the curtains weren’t the lifeless black they used to be.

Yin Tianzheng was so furious his hands trembled, his cane tapping the floor. “Yin Hanyu, you got married without telling me?!”

Yin Hanyu: “It’s my wedding, not yours. Why should I tell you?”

Yin Tianzheng: “……”

“Besides, you know now, don’t you?” Yin Hanyu held out his hand.

Yin Tianzheng scowled. “What?”

Yin Hanyu sighed. “No sense of social etiquette at all. Have you only been aging all these years? What else? Give us a wedding gift!”

Yin Tianzheng: “……”

Lin Qingyou: “……”

Her husband was truly fearless.

“But wait, the household registry is still at home. How did you even get married?” Yin Tianzheng grasped at a final hope.

Yin Hanyu smirked. “Didn’t you know? You don’t need a household registry to get married anymore.”

Yin Tianzheng nearly passed out.