Chapter 94: Yin Hanyu, I Love You

After finishing their noodles, Yin Hanyu took Lin Qingyou home.

On the way back, Lin Qingyou started feeling sleepy, and the moment they reached home and she lay on the bed, she fell asleep.

Yin Hanyu carefully tucked her in and, after ensuring she was completely asleep, drove out again.

He was heading to the Lin family home to look for Lin Qingyou’s father.

His wife had been hurt—had suffered grievances. Even if the culprit was her own father, he would never let it slide.

But when he arrived, he was told that Lin’s father was on a business trip.

“Another business trip?”

Yin Hanyu frowned slightly.

From what he remembered, Lin’s father was always on business trips, as if he were constantly traveling.

Even when Lin Qingyou was a child, her father would be away for ten days or half a month at a time, sometimes even several months.

Back then, he was in the early stages of his career, so it was understandable.

But now that his career was well established, why was he still constantly on the road?

A suspicion took root in Yin Hanyu’s heart, but he didn’t dwell on it and drove away.

However, on the way back, he suddenly changed his route.

He returned to the alley where he and Lin Qingyou had eaten noodles earlier.

It was already midnight.

The couple who ran the noodle stand were packing up, getting ready to head home and rest.

Yin Hanyu quickly got out of the car and stopped them.

“Young man, you’re back for more noodles?”

The woman saw Yin Hanyu and immediately began heating water, not showing any reluctance at the thought of cooking again so late at night.

Yin Hanyu hurriedly stopped her. “Auntie, I’m not here for noodles. No need to trouble yourself.”

He pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to her. “Tomorrow, go find this man. His name is Xu Wen.”

“He will help you open a noodle shop across from Xingchen Entertainment.”

“Huh…” The uncle was dumbfounded. “Xingchen Entertainment, as in that huge entertainment company?”

Yin Hanyu nodded.

The uncle quickly waved his hands. “We can’t even afford a small shop in an alley, let alone rent a place there. Actually, it’s not that we can’t afford it—we just wouldn’t make a profit. The rent would cancel out our earnings.”

That’s why they preferred running a street stall.

“Let alone a shop next to a commercial building?”

“Exactly.” The auntie agreed. “That area is worth its weight in gold. Our noodle sales wouldn’t even cover the rent.”

Housing prices in the imperial capital were the highest.

“You won’t need to pay a security deposit.”

“No deposit???”

The uncle and auntie were both stunned!!!

“What… what do you mean by this?”

They couldn’t wrap their heads around it.

They had no idea that a windfall had just fallen into their laps.

Yin Hanyu explained, “My wife loves your noodles. If you open a shop across from her company, she’ll be able to eat them whenever she wants.”

“You can still charge her the regular price.”

“But…” Yin Hanyu paused before adding, “Whenever she orders, you can give her slightly more toppings. But not too much, or she’ll notice.”

“For example, in your beef noodle dish, if the usual portion includes four pieces of beef, give her five or six.”

“Six at most. No more than that.”

As he spoke, Yin Hanyu couldn’t help but laugh.

He recalled how Lin Qingyou had once been overjoyed because her bowl had five pieces of beef while others had only four—as if she had won the world.

There was even a time when she was eating grilled potato slices, and each skewer typically had three pieces. But by bad luck, hers only had two. She was so upset that she swore to find a skewer with four pieces.

“Young man, we can’t accept this,” the auntie hurriedly refused. “That location is too expensive!”

“I don’t lack money…”

Yin Hanyu stated it plainly—not in an arrogant way, nor as a boast, but simply as a fact.

“Just like how you didn’t come to the imperial capital to sell noodles just to make money. In fact, by coming here, you gave up your most profitable noodle shop. But you don’t regret it, because your real purpose was to be with your beloved daughter.”

“My purpose is the same—I just want my wife to be able to eat your noodles whenever she wants.”

“Seeing her happy and satisfied with your noodles is what matters most to me.”

The uncle and auntie exchanged a look, and after a moment, the auntie nodded. The uncle then accepted the business card.

Yin Hanyu’s eyes carried a hint of gratitude. “Uncle, Auntie, thank you for fulfilling my wish. When your daughter graduates and needs a job, she can come to me.”

The auntie was deeply touched and kept expressing her thanks.

As Yin Hanyu turned to leave, his gaze fell on their pickle jar.

“By the way, Auntie, can you share your secret recipe for your pickled vegetables? My wife always praises them. I can pay for it.”

“Oh, nonsense, you don’t need to pay! The shop you’re giving us is worth a thousand recipes!” The auntie quickly grabbed a pen and began writing. “These pickles need starter brine. Just take our jar with you—when you make new batches, add some of this sour brine so it won’t spoil.”

“Alright, thank you, Auntie.”

Without hesitation, Yin Hanyu personally carried the heavy jar to his Rolls-Royce Phantom. The sight of it sitting inside looked utterly out of place.

But he was content.

As she handed him the recipe, the auntie sighed, “Young man, that girl is lucky to have a husband like you.”

“No…” Yin Hanyu shook his head. “I’m the lucky one to have her.”

—

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the bedroom.

Lin Qingyou slowly woke up, stretching lazily and rubbing her sleepy eyes.

When she reached for her phone and saw the time, she was shocked to find that it was already well into the morning.

Instinctively, she turned her head toward the other side of the bed, only to find it empty.

A sudden wave of unease filled her heart, and without thinking, she quickly threw off the blanket and ran out.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, a series of clattering sounds reached her ears.

Following the noise, she saw Yin Hanyu’s tall figure bustling around in the kitchen.

He was wearing an oversized pink apron that looked both ridiculous and endearing.

Yin Hanyu kept glancing at a crumpled piece of paper on the counter, mumbling to himself. Sometimes, he picked up a measuring cup to precisely weigh salt. Other times, he carefully measured water with a graduated cylinder.

Lin Qingyou was speechless!!!

After painstakingly completing the prep work, he began chopping vegetables—meticulously slicing beans into small sections and carefully washing radishes, cucumbers, and cabbage.

Finally, she couldn’t hold back.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

Hearing her voice, Yin Hanyu turned around, his face full of pride. Like a child showing off, he waved the secret recipe excitedly.

“Making pickles! The auntie gave me her secret recipe. I’ll get it right this time!”

Curious, Lin Qingyou stepped closer. But when she glanced at the trash can, she was stunned.

It was filled with discarded ingredients and failed attempts.

She suddenly understood—behind his confident “this time” were countless trials and failures.

Yin Hanyu, slightly embarrassed, muttered, “Those weren’t ruined by me… they just weren’t good enough.”

Lin Qingyou looked at the “failed” ingredients, overwhelmed with emotion.

She had never imagined that the usually aloof Yin Hanyu would go to such lengths just to make pickles for her.

Unable to contain her feelings, she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

Pressing her cheek against his broad back, she whispered,

“Yin Hanyu, I love you.”

The next second, she kissed him.