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That group of “Ghost Fire” punks seemed to be looking for Yin Hanyu.
However, when they saw him, they hesitated—wanting to approach but too afraid to do so.
After all, the psychological trauma from their previous beating still lingered.
Seeing them, Yin Hanyu immediately walked toward the group at a slow pace.
Lin Qingyou was about to follow, but Yin Hanyu stopped her.
“You just stay here and eat your noodles. I’ll be back soon.”
“But—”
“It’s fine.” Yin Hanyu patted her small head. “They’re all my defeated opponents. Back then, I beat them up way worse than you did to that bastard Yin Yixuan.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
Embarrassed!
Yin Yichen, on the other hand, instinctively touched the back of his head, still feeling uneasy at the sight of the “Ghost Fire” punks.
Noticing his reaction, Lin Qingyou asked, “Yin Xiaosan, did they actually beat you up before?”
“Of course.”
Lin Qingyou was shocked. “But you’re the third young master of the Yin family! How did they dare?”
Yin Yichen sighed. “Ah, it’s a painful memory. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
She patted his shoulder. “Then cry and tell me about it.”
Yin Yichen: “…”
Didn’t she just say she’d be nicer to him from now on? Women’s words are as unreliable as pigs climbing trees.
He explained, “I’ve loved riding motorcycles since I was a kid, and I used to street race in the mountains late at night. One time, I ran into those guys.”
“They were all in it together and boxed me in, so I lost. I accepted my defeat and even paid them a million as a penalty.”
“But then—” He pointed at the back of his head. “Those bastards didn’t play fair and still beat me to a pulp.”
“They didn’t care who I was. In fact, they didn’t even know who I was.”
A bunch of street racers wouldn’t recognize the third young master of the Yin family. And even if he told them, they’d probably think he was bluffing—maybe even beat him worse out of resentment toward the rich.
Lin Qingyou looked at him and noticed a large scar on the back of his head, proof that the injury back then was serious.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… poor thing…” she said, a little sympathetic.
Yin Yichen grumbled, “Oh, it gets worse. When I went home and told my family, instead of helping me, they all scolded me.”
His scumbag dad, especially, thought he was a disgrace.
His grandfather also felt he had embarrassed the Yin family.
At the time, it felt like the world was crumbling. He had been beaten so badly, humiliated, and hurt—yet all they cared about was the family’s reputation.
The only one who helped him was Yin Hanyu, who had just returned to the family. Without a word, he tossed him a bottle of medicine.
“Thanks, bro…”
He remembered only saying those three words.
But because of that, Yin Hanyu went out that night and avenged him.
He didn’t know what exactly Yin Hanyu did, but by the next day, those “Ghost Fire” punks came to him, kneeling and apologizing, promising never to mess with him again.
He was completely dumbfounded.
Much later, he found out that Yin Hanyu had gone after them in the night and taught them a brutal lesson on his behalf.
Lin Qingyou was moved. “So that’s why you admire your brother so much?”
“That was just my first impression of him. At the time, I didn’t even know he avenged me. Besides—” Yin Yichen puffed up proudly. “There are countless reasons to admire my brother. His good traits are endless.”
“For example?” Lin Qingyou asked curiously.
“Well, let’s start with something simple—family dynamics.” Yin Yichen explained, “In the Yin family, everything is formal. Every Friday, we must have dinner with Grandfather.”
“But those dinners aren’t warm family gatherings. It’s just a mandatory ritual, a show for Grandfather’s sake.”
“No matter how good the food is, it tastes like cardboard. Everyone’s just acting.”
“But my brother? He refuses to play along. He never humors Grandfather and always makes him so mad he nearly faints.”
“Yet, one time, when Grandfather had a sudden attack, the butler wasn’t around, and we couldn’t find his emergency medicine.”
“But my brother—” Yin Yichen glanced at Yin Hanyu’s tall figure walking ahead—”He pulled the medicine right out of his pocket.”
Lin Qingyou was stunned.
“You’re surprised, right? But it’s true. If my brother hadn’t had that medicine on him, Grandfather would’ve died that day.”
“That’s why Grandfather—no matter how much my brother infuriates him—favors him the most.”
All his other sons and grandsons, despite living in luxury, didn’t even know where his life-saving medicine was.
Yet the one grandson who hadn’t grown up in the Yin household—the one who defied him the most—had carried it with him.
“People say my brother is a ruthless demon, heartless and lawless. But in reality, he’s the only one in this family who truly cares.”
“We, on the other hand, are the ones who look proper and respectable but are actually heartless and indifferent.”
Lin Qingyou fell silent, a pang of guilt hitting her.
Yes, Yin Hanyu was always a good person.
Yet, in their past life, she always called him cold-blooded and ruthless.
She turned to look at him.
Yin Hanyu was talking to the “Ghost Fire” punks, and they suddenly burst into laughter.
Just as he had said, he returned shortly after.
Lin Qingyou handed him a bowl of spicy beef noodles. “What did they want from you?”
Opening his disposable chopsticks, Yin Hanyu replied, “They heard someone put a hit on me and came to warn me.”
“WHAT???”
“WHAT???”
Lin Qingyou and Yin Yichen both shouted in shock.
Who the hell did it this time?!
Yin Hanyu, unfazed, calmly said three words: “Leng Yifeng.”
“That bastard—!” Lin Qingyou exploded, ready to kill Leng Yifeng on the spot.
Yin Hanyu pressed her down. “Aren’t you enjoying your noodles? Just eat.”
“Eat, my ass! Someone hired an assassin to kill you, and you’re this calm?!”
Yin Hanyu placed the soup in front of her. “Do you know who runs the biggest assassin organization?”
Lin Qingyou blurted out, “Who?”
Yin Hanyu pointed at himself. “Me.”
Lin Qingyou: “…” !!!
Yin Yichen: “…” ???
“So even if they hadn’t warned me, I would’ve known right away.”
Of course, he appreciated their effort, so he had given them a little something in return—hence their cheerful departure.
“Besides,” Yin Hanyu added, “I’m actually curious to see how much Leng Yifeng is willing to pay to have me killed.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
Yin Yichen: “…”
Now they were both curious too.
Yin Hanyu smirked. “If the price is good enough, I might just take the job myself.”
Lin Qingyou: “…” ???!!!
Yin Yichen: “…” ???!!!
Taking a hit out on yourself?
Now that’s next-level crazy!