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“Brother, why are you giving me a suit?”
Yin Yichen looked at the suit Yin Hanyu handed him, completely puzzled.
Yin Hanyu said, “Put it on. You’re going to be Ming Yu’s escort.”
“Huh…?” Yin Yichen immediately backed away in alarm. “Wouldn’t Second Brother skin me alive?”
Second Brother gets jealous easily—he could kill for it.
And as the weakest link in the family hierarchy, wouldn’t he be doomed at least ten times over?
No way! He wasn’t ready to die yet.
He hadn’t gotten married or had kids.
He hadn’t even tried all the delicious food in the world!
“Besides…” Yin Yichen looked at Yin Hanyu, still confused. “Brother, in Leng Yifeng’s eyes, Ming Yu is a ruthless assassin sent to kill you. If she’s with me, wouldn’t that expose your relationship?”
Yin Hanyu smacked him on the head. “You’re my brother. If Ming Yu approaches you to get close to me, wouldn’t that make perfect sense?”
“Oh…” Yin Yichen suddenly realized. “That’s true.”
If he attended with Ming Yu, Leng Yifeng might even believe she had planned everything thoroughly—after all, she had even “conquered” Yin Hanyu’s brother.
Yin Yichen hurriedly grabbed the suit. After all, his brother had specially prepared it for him.
It was a pristine white, impeccably tailored tailcoat. The moment Yin Yichen put it on, he instantly looked like a prince straight out of a fairy tale.
If he stood still without speaking, he naturally exuded an air of nobility—like an elegant little prince.
Meanwhile, Yin Hanyu was changing into his own outfit—a deep burgundy suit.
This suit had been carefully selected by Lin Qingyou. Normally, Yin Hanyu preferred dark, mysterious clothing, but this time, Lin Qingyou had a sudden whim to see him in a more vibrant color.
And she was absolutely right!
Burgundy, a bold and charismatic shade, suited Yin Hanyu perfectly.
A man with such breathtaking, sculpted features deserved to wear something striking.
The brothers, needing no makeup, quickly finished dressing.
In the next room, Lin Qingyou was doing Ming Yu’s makeup and hair.
Ming Yu rarely wore makeup and felt a little uncomfortable. “Qingyou, this is too much trouble.”
“Not at all!” Lin Qingyou said as she fastened a necklace around Ming Yu’s neck. “With such a gorgeous face, you should dress up properly. Otherwise, it’s a crime against beauty!”
Ming Yu sat quietly in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection with a trace of surprise and delight in her eyes.
She looked completely different from her usual simple, cold demeanor.
After Lin Qingyou’s meticulous styling, Ming Yu seemed reborn, radiating an astonishing charm.
After all, what girl doesn’t like to be beautiful?
Lin Qingyou skillfully curled Ming Yu’s hair into cascading waves that framed her delicate features. The soft curls brushed against her pale skin, carrying a faint, elegant fragrance.
This hairstyle added a touch of maturity and allure, making Ming Yu look like a stunning beauty straight out of an old Hong Kong movie.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Yin Yichen walked in.
But the moment he stepped inside, he froze in shock.
He saw not one, but two stunning women—his two future sisters-in-law!
Both were breathtaking.
Each in her own unique way.
Lin Qingyou and Ming Yu were like two dazzling jewels, each shining with their own brilliance.
Lin Qingyou wore a striking red dress that perfectly matched Yin Hanyu’s suit. The dress hugged her graceful figure, while her elegantly pinned-up hair revealed her slender neck and delicate collarbones. She looked like an elegant and noble princess.
Ming Yu, on the other hand, wore a black silk slip dress that accentuated her curves. Her cascading waves added to her charm, making her look both stunning and untouchably cool—like a queen with a powerful aura.
Grinning, Yin Yichen extended his arm, motioning for Ming Yu to take it.
Though hesitant, Ming Yu linked her arm with his and headed to the rooftop ballroom.
Lin Qingyou, meanwhile, went to find Yin Hanyu—because she had insisted they wouldn’t attend together.
And Yin Hanyu was sulking over it.
Lin Qingyou decided to cheer him up.
“Baby, are you still mad?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I explained everything already—they don’t know we’re married yet.”
“If they knew, I’m afraid they’d change their plans…”
Yin Hanyu understood.
But still, if their marriage wasn’t public, he would have to listen to people say how “perfectly matched” she and Leng Yifeng were.
Every time he heard that, he wanted to punch someone.
She was his. His. His!
“Look…” Lin Qingyou playfully twirled in front of him. “Do I look good?”
“Gorgeous.”
Yin Hanyu pulled her into his arms, lowering his head for a kiss.
But Lin Qingyou quickly pushed him away. “No kisses! You’ll smudge my lipstick, and I’ll have to redo it.”
“Besides…” She gestured at her dress. “I specifically chose it to match your suit. It’s a couple’s outfit!”
At this, Yin Hanyu’s lips curled into a small smile.
Not only were they in matching outfits, but they were also wearing matching butterfly brooches.
Seeing Yin Hanyu smile, Lin Qingyou gave him a quick peck.
“Come out when you’re ready. I’m going to see Leng Yifeng’s mother first.”
In her past life, she had never doubted Leng Yifeng’s mother.
This time, she wouldn’t make the same mistake.
She wouldn’t fully trust anyone—except Yin Hanyu.
Inside the ballroom, Ruan Lan was greeting guests.
When she saw Lin Qingyou, she immediately approached with a warm smile, taking her hand.
“Qingyou, you look absolutely stunning tonight.”
“Aunt Lan, you look beautiful every day.”
“Haha, such a sweet talker!”
Lin Qingyou handed her a gift. “Happy birthday, Aunt Lan.”
“Thank you!”
Overjoyed, Ruan Lan led Lin Qingyou into her private lounge.
In her past life, this was when she had received a jade bracelet.
Sure enough.
Ruan Lan took out a jade bracelet. “Qingyou, I have a gift for you too.”
“This…” Lin Qingyou quickly stepped back. “Aunt Lan, this is too valuable. I can’t accept it.”
“Oh, nonsense.” Ruan Lan pulled her hand forward and slipped the bracelet onto her wrist.
“See how perfect it looks on you?”
Ruan Lan smiled. “I prepared this bracelet for my future daughter-in-law. Qingyou, I’ve always hoped you and Yifeng would end up together.”
Lin Qingyou immediately removed the bracelet and solemnly said, “Aunt Lan, my relationship with Leng Yifeng isn’t what you think. We will never be together.”
“I already love someone else.”
Lin Qingyou carefully observed Ruan Lan’s expression.
But she remained completely composed, showing no sign of anger.
Instead, she smiled even more warmly and placed the bracelet back on Lin Qingyou’s wrist, her tone even firmer.
“Qingyou, I truly adore you. If you can’t be my daughter-in-law, then be my daughter.”
At that moment, Leng Yifeng suddenly pushed open the door.
“Mom…”