Chapter 72: Yin Hanyu Avenges His Wife

“W-wife…?”

Wang Yalan was so shocked by Yin Hanyu’s words that she started stuttering.

How was this possible?

Yin Hanyu had always kept his distance from women, his private life was clean, and he never indulged in the bad habits of wealthy playboys.

She had indeed set her sights on Yin Hanyu’s prestigious family background, but she also valued his character.

After all, Lin Qingqing was her biological daughter—she naturally wanted to find the best husband for her.

But if he already had a wife, what about her Qingqing?

No way, absolutely not.

So, Wang Yalan quickly and cautiously asked, “Young Master Yin, who is your wife?”

“Whocoulditbe?” Yin Hanyu’s gaze carried an ambiguous meaning as he looked at Lin Qingyou.

Lin Qingyou forced a stiff smile. “Why are you looking at me?”

She quickly picked up a cup of tea—she was thirsty.

She needed a drink to calm herself down.

“Young Master Yin, you must be joking, right?” Wang Yalan still refused to believe that Yin Hanyu had a wife.

After all, if the eldest son of the Yin family got married, it wouldn’t be such a quiet affair.

It would be a grand event in the capital, a spectacle for all to see.

Besides, young people these days liked to casually call each other “husband” and “wife” once they had feelings for each other.

Yin Hanyu probably just had a girl he was interested in.

No, she had to nip this in the bud immediately.

Using the excuse of going to the restroom, Wang Yalan quickly called Lin Qingqing, telling her to come back right away.

Lin Qingqing had been busy filming on set, but the moment she heard her mother say that Yin Hanyu was at their house, she dropped everything and rushed over.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—she couldn’t miss it.

“Young Master Yin, do you have a girl you like?”

When Wang Yalan returned, she deliberately brought out a large plate of fruit, her expression that of a caring elder.

But in reality, she was trying to dig for information.

This time, Yin Hanyu responded with surprising patience, “Yes.”

“Which family’s daughter is so lucky?” Wang Yalan smiled. “She must be as beautiful as a goddess.”

But Yin Hanyu shook his head. “Not a goddess.”

Lin Qingyou pouted. Hmph! Why not? She was a goddess!

Yin Hanyu’s lips curled slightly as he looked at Lin Qingyou. “She’s a little liar.”

Lin Qingyou: “…”

How was she a liar?

What had she lied about?

Wang Yalan carefully probed, “How did she deceive you?”

“How did she deceive me?” Yin Hanyu sighed, his tone low. “She thinks I’m embarrassing, not good enough, and refuses to acknowledge our relationship.”

Lin Qingyou: “…”

No! She didn’t! Stop talking nonsense!!!

Wasn’t she here now to get the household registration book?

Wang Yalan’s eyes widened in shock.

But after a moment, she became even more convinced that Yin Hanyu was joking.

After all, with his status, anyone who married him would be considered marrying up.

How could he possibly be “embarrassing”?

Yin Hanyu had to be joking!

Feeling reassured, Wang Yalan pushed the plate of fruit closer to him. “Young Master Yin, have some fruit first.”

Yin Hanyu nodded slightly.

Seizing the opportunity, Wang Yalan asked again, “Which family’s daughter is so charming that she’s stolen Young Master Yin’s heart?”

She had to find out.

Only by knowing her enemy could she win.

But Yin Hanyu simply picked up a small piece of mango and handed it to Lin Qingyou. “Miss Lin, do you know which family’s daughter it is?”

Lin Qingyou: “…”

Dead. She was dead. This man was too vengeful.

It wasn’t like she was refusing to marry him—she just wanted to keep it private for now.

Did he have to call her out like this?

Lin Qingyou accepted the mango with a forced smile. “Young Master Yin, that’s your personal matter. How would I know?”

“I see…” Yin Hanyu sighed regretfully.

Wang Yalan, however, felt relieved. “It seems Young Master Yin hasn’t won his beauty over yet. But that’s alright—there are many beautiful women in the world, and someone as distinguished as you won’t lack admirers.”

Yin Hanyu responded, “Among the vast waters, I only take a single sip. What about you, Miss Lin?”

“Cough, cough, cough…” The mango in Lin Qingyou’s mouth suddenly lost its sweetness—she almost choked.

She quickly offered Yin Hanyu a strawberry as a peace offering. “Here, have a strawberry. It’s super sweet.”

Yin Hanyu took a bite, then muttered, “Bitter.”

“Bitter???”

For the first time, Lin Qingyou and Wang Yalan were in sync, asking the same question in unison.

How could it be bitter?

Yin Hanyu said, “When your heart is bitter, everything tastes bitter.”

Lin Qingyou: “…”

Ahhhhh, this man! He was doing it again!

“Your heart is bitter?” Wang Yalan was puzzled. Could it be that Yin Hanyu had been rejected?

That would be wonderful!

Her Qingqing still had a chance.

“Young people always experience some heartache in love…” Wang Yalan gently comforted him. “But Young Master Yin, you’re so outstanding. If that girl doesn’t see your worth, then she must be blind.”

“Cough, cough, cough…” Lin Qingyou choked violently.

She wasn’t blind!

She had already fallen for him!

Yin Hanyu considerately handed her a tissue. “Miss Lin, eat slowly. Don’t choke.”

“…”

Under the table, Lin Qingyou reached out and pinched him hard.

A warning—could he stop calling her out?

Yin Hanyu looked at her puffed-up, frustrated expression and decided to stop pushing.

Under the table, he took her small hand in his large one, teasing her fingers playfully.

But his gaze told her he would behave.

Yet at the same time, there was a trace of grievance in his eyes, making Lin Qingyou feel a little guilty.

A handsome man looking pitiful—it was too heart-melting.

Just then, Lin’s father returned home.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Yin Hanyu, he invited him to stay for dinner.

Yin Hanyu was about to refuse, but then, as if something occurred to him, a glint of amusement flickered in his deep eyes.

“Alright, thank you for the hospitality, Uncle.”

He sat back down.

Wang Yalan immediately said, “I’ll go make dinner. Qingyou, keep Young Master Yin company. Qingqing will be back soon.”

Cooking?

Would Wang Yalan personally cook?

Yin Hanyu suddenly recalled how Lin Qingyou had once complained to him that Wang Yalan always “accidentally” included ingredients she disliked or was allergic to in the dishes.

If she didn’t make a fuss, she had to suffer. If she did, she seemed petty.

So, Yin Hanyu suddenly stood up.

“Aunt Lan, cooking must be tiring for you. I heard your dumplings are amazing—could you make some for me?”

Dumplings?

Wang Yalan used to run a dumpling shop with her gambling-addicted husband.

She had spent her days making dumplings endlessly, seeing them in her sleep, making them till she wanted to throw up.

“Dumplings? That’s a great idea!” Lin’s father chimed in. “You haven’t made dumplings since we got married, Yalan. I’d love to have some too.”

Wang Yalan hesitated. “Wouldn’t it be too much trouble for our esteemed guest…?”

“Not at all,” Yin Hanyu cut her off. “The Yin family has all the delicacies in the world. I just like something simple.”

“Alright then, I’ll make dumplings,” Wang Yalan relented.

“Oh, and Aunt Lan,” Yin Hanyu added with a smile, “I especially love emerald crab dumplings.”

Wang Yalan froze.

Her worst nightmare—dumplings and crabs.

Was this a coincidence?

Or… intentional?