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Yin Hanyu originally intended to get the household register from Yin Haoting.
However, when he arrived at Yin Haoting’s office, he found that Yin Haoting was not there.
After asking around, he learned that Yin Haoting had gone out alone.
Yin Hanyu didn’t think much of it and simply drove to Star Entertainment, planning to have lunch with Lin Qingyou.
Lately, they had been eating together frequently.
Not only was Lin Qingyou a foodie, but everything she ate—whether from a restaurant, takeout, or even meals she cooked herself—was always delicious.
Besides that, he seemed to have gotten used to eating with her.
Whenever he ate alone, he found everything tasteless.
Even though they always returned to their respective companies after lunch, he still preferred to have meals with her.
But this time, when Yin Hanyu arrived at Lin Qingyou’s company, he was informed that she had gone out as well.
“She went out?”
Yin Haoting had also gone out.
A bad premonition arose in Yin Hanyu’s heart.
He immediately ordered an investigation.
Sure enough, it was Yin Haoting who had taken Lin Qingyou away.
This renowned teahouse, located in the heart of the imperial capital, was like a dazzling gem embedded in the bustling city. Its classical architecture and tranquil elegance attracted countless admiring eyes.
Only people of status and power could enter this teahouse to enjoy its exquisite tea.
However, to Lin Qingyou, this was an entirely unfamiliar place.
She didn’t like drinking tea.
Despite her usual indifference to tea, today, for the first time, she had come to this legendary Red Pavilion.
Of course, it was by invitation from a big shot.
At this moment, Lin Qingyou sat silently, her eyes fixed on Yin Haoting—the father of Yin Hanyu.
He was brewing tea with elegance and grace.
The process of making tea was intricate and delicate, involving many complicated steps before one could enjoy a fragrant cup.
Lin Qingyou had always found these steps tedious.
Even though her father had tried hard to mold her into a refined and cultured young lady, she had never become that kind of person.
She had once attempted to learn tea-making, but all she accomplished was breaking tea cups and scalding her hands red and sore.
Since then, she never tried again.
Whoever wanted to be a refined lady could do so—she certainly wouldn’t!
Yet, watching Yin Haoting’s tea-making, she was astonished.
His every movement carried a unique rhythm, as if he were crafting a work of art, making the process mesmerizing.
For once, Lin Qingyou sat quietly for a long time.
Finally, Yin Haoting completed the tea-making process and poured her a cup of fragrant tea with a gentle smile.
Lin Qingyou took the cup without hesitation and politely said, “Thank you.”
Then, with slight embarrassment, she added, “Actually, as your junior, I should be the one serving you tea. But unfortunately, I don’t have that skill.”
“It’s fine,” Yin Haoting replied. “Not everyone enjoys making tea, and everyone has different interests.”
“There was a time when I didn’t like making tea either.”
“I only learned it because my wife liked it.”
“Your wife?”
Lin Qingyou’s expression changed.
Did he mean Yin Hanyu’s mother? Or Yin Yixuan’s mother?
She put down her tea cup. “Why did you ask to meet me?”
“Finish your tea first. We’ll talk slowly.”
“There’s nothing to discuss,” Lin Qingyou said bluntly. “I’m not a patient person. If you’re here to test or evaluate me, I suggest you don’t waste your time.”
She continued, “If you’re here to ask me to leave Yin Hanyu, you’re going to be disappointed.”
“Oh?” Yin Haoting raised an eyebrow. “Disappointed? Why would you think that?”
“Because I won’t leave Yin Hanyu.”
“Even if the Yin family doesn’t approve of your relationship?”
“Yes.”
“You think you alone can stand against the entire Yin family?”
“I’m not alone—I have Yin Hanyu.”
“You’re not afraid he’ll change his mind?”
“He won’t.”
“You trust him that much?”
“If I don’t trust him, who should I trust? You so-called family members?”
Yin Haoting gazed at Lin Qingyou intently. “You seem to resent me a lot.”
“Of course,” she said without hesitation. “Anyone who mistreats or harms Yin Hanyu—I don’t like them.”
“And you are the one who has hurt him the most.”
Yin Haoting fell silent.
He stared at the tea in front of him for a long time without speaking.
Lin Qingyou, being straightforward, couldn’t stand such an atmosphere.
She suddenly stood up. “I may be blunt, but I’m direct.”
“You specifically called me here, so I’ll say what’s on my mind.”
“Before Yin Hanyu turned nine, he lived happily with his mother and me.”
“The day he returned to the Yin family, he lost his beloved mother.”
“After that, he went missing for more than ten years.”
“When he disappeared, did any of you even try to find him?”
“When he suffered, did any of you comfort him or offer him a shred of warmth?”
“No.”
“None of you did.”
“For more than twenty years, the Yin family—despite its immense wealth—never spent a single penny to support him.”
“So Yin Hanyu owes the Yin family nothing.”
“On the contrary, the Yin family owes him.”
“With that being the case, what right do you have to interfere in his life?”
“Who he loves and who he wants to marry is his own decision.”
“Who I love and who I want to marry is my decision.”
“Our love, our marriage, is our business.”
“To us, all of you are just outsiders.”
When Yin Hanyu rushed to the Red Pavilion, he didn’t even bother to park his car properly.
He jumped out and ran toward the top floor in a frenzy.
His heart was gripped with fear, and his mind was flooded with terrible scenarios of what might have happened to Lin Qingyou.
Yin Haoting, if you dare hurt her, don’t blame me for killing my own father.
But just as he reached the middle of the stairs, he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking down slowly.
It was Lin Qingyou!
She carried her bag and walked with a slightly heavy stride.
Without hesitation, Yin Hanyu rushed forward and pulled her into a tight embrace.
At that moment, his heart finally settled.
But the rapid thumping of his heart and his heavy breaths exposed his deep-seated fear and panic.
Lin Qingyou sensed his emotions and quickly reassured him, “Baby, don’t be scared, I’m fine…”
“He…” Yin Hanyu shot a murderous look toward the top floor. “He didn’t do anything to hurt you, did he?”
“No…” Lin Qingyou quickly shook her head, then, still in a daze, pulled out an item from her bag—
It was the household register that Yin Hanyu had been longing for.
“He gave me the household register…”