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In less than three days, the results of the DNA paternity test were swiftly released.
At this moment, in the spacious and solemn main hall of the Yin family’s ancestral home, everyone’s expressions were grave and serious.
Especially Old Master Yin, who sat in the main seat. His once deep and wise eyes now brewed a storm so intense that it seemed capable of devouring everything in its path.
The oppressive aura he exuded was so terrifying that Yin Haoyang and Yin Yichen, who had initially wanted to rush forward to check the DNA report, found themselves frozen in place as if bound by an invisible force.
Their outstretched hands stiffened midair the moment Old Master Yin’s sharp gaze swept over them.
Then, in perfect unison, father and son swiftly retracted their hands as fast as lightning.
Daddy, this is too scary…
Grandpa, this is terrifying…
Everyone in the room had the same question in mind—why was Old Master Yin looking so furious?
Could it be that Yin Hanyu, the esteemed eldest grandson whom the old master had always cherished, was not actually a blood member of the Yin family?
The last time they had seen Old Master Yin suppressing his rage like this, almost to the point of murder, was many, many years ago.
In recent years, with age and changing perspectives, Old Master Yin had mellowed out. He often carried the demeanor of a kind and loving elder.
But now, he had returned to his former self—decisive, ruthless, and filled with a chilling killing intent.
As a result, the entire hall was engulfed in a suffocating silence. No one dared to make a sound, not even to breathe too loudly.
This is terrifying…
Feels like I’m about to suffocate…
Amidst the overwhelming tension, the soft sound of footsteps slowly approached from a distance.
Moments later, two figures stepped into view—Pei Mingzhu and Leng Yifeng, mother and son.
Pei Mingzhu was elegantly dressed in a form-fitting black embroidered qipao, her posture graceful and exuding an air of nobility. Leng Yifeng wore a matching black silk suit, looking tall, handsome, and dignified.
It was clear they had dressed meticulously, arriving with an air of absolute confidence.
When they saw Old Master Yin’s dark and stormy expression, Pei Mingzhu and Leng Yifeng exchanged a glance. Not only did they show no fear, but their lips even curled slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile flashing in their eyes.
To them, victory was already within grasp.
Old Master Yin’s furious expression could only mean one thing—the DNA test had confirmed that Yin Hanyu was not Yin Haoting’s biological son, not a true Yin family descendant.
The angrier Old Master Yin was now, the more he must feel humiliated for having been deceived by a mere illegitimate child for so many years.
The deeper his former affection for Yin Hanyu, the greater his hatred for him now.
And the harsher the consequences Yin Hanyu would face.
Once Yin Hanyu was cast out of the Yin family, and Yin Yixuan’s life remained in Pei Mingzhu’s hands, there would be no one left to challenge them.
The entire Yin family would fall under her and her son’s control.
The more Pei Mingzhu thought about it, the more triumphant she felt.
However, when she scanned the room and realized that neither Yin Hanyu nor Yin Haoting had arrived yet, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.
For the past three days, she had been eagerly waiting for this moment.
She had kept a close watch on the Yin family’s movements, and the moment she heard that the results were out, she had rushed over without hesitation, eager to witness Yin Hanyu’s downfall.
Yet, he wasn’t even here.
And Yin Haoting?
Why wasn’t he here either?
Did he truly not care?
Thinking of this, Pei Mingzhu’s anger surged…
Minute after minute passed, and finally, Yin Hanyu and Lin Qingyou arrived at a leisurely pace.
In stark contrast to the tense and fearful atmosphere in the hall, the two of them appeared relaxed and at ease, as if they had just been on a casual stroll.
Before they even stepped inside, Lin Qingyou’s playful and sweet voice rang out from a distance:
“Baby, just have one more bite~”
Yin Hanyu’s voice followed, low and gentle:
“No, it’s too sweet.”
Lin Qingyou pouted. “But that’s what makes it delicious! Otherwise, it wouldn’t be called candied hawthorn, would it?”
As she spoke, she held up another sugar-coated strawberry and brought it to Yin Hanyu’s lips, pouting, “Come on, just one more~”
“If you give me a kiss, I’ll eat it,” he teased.
“No way…” Lin Qingyou huffed. “Hmph! I’m already feeding you, and you want a kiss too? That’s totally unfair!”
“Pfft…”
Seeing her adorable pout, Yin Hanyu couldn’t help but chuckle.
In the end, he opened his mouth and took a bite of the strawberry.
Then, suddenly realizing something, he turned to her and said, “Wait, I made these. How is it unfair to you?”
Lin Qingyou shot him a glare. “You’re my husband! Making things for me is your duty. And now you’re eating it yourself? Ugh, I’ve been cheated!”
Yin Hanyu: “…”
Weren’t you the one who fed it to me?
When the two finally walked into the hall, everyone noticed that they were dressed in casual loungewear, as if they had just stepped out of their home.
Which, in fact, was the case.
They had been so absorbed in making candied fruit at home, following online tutorials and laughing the entire time, that they had completely forgotten about today’s important DNA test results.
If it weren’t for Yin Yichen bombarding them with urgent phone calls, Lin Qingyou wouldn’t have dragged Yin Hanyu over so quickly.
“Grandpa, what are the results?” Yin Hanyu asked directly, ignoring everyone else in the room.
Before Old Master Yin could respond, Pei Mingzhu and Leng Yifeng immediately started mocking him.
“Yin Hanyu, how do you have the face to call him ‘Grandpa’? Do you really think he’s your grandfather? You’re just a stray mutt—”
Yin Hanyu glanced at Leng Yifeng indifferently. “A stray mutt? I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been a dog before. Leng Yifeng, you seem quite knowledgeable about it—could it be that you’ve been one before?”
“You—!” Leng Yifeng fumed, about to retort.
Just then, Yin Haoting walked in.
Surprisingly, the first thing he did wasn’t ask about the DNA results.
Instead, he stormed over to Old Master Yin, fury written all over his face.
“I told you to let it go! I told you not to do this test! Why did you—”
“Yin Haoting, what are you afraid of?” Pei Mingzhu sneered before Old Master Yin could reply. “Afraid that the results will prove Yin Hanyu is just some illegitimate bastard? That Bai Ci was a cheap—”
“You dare call her that?!”
A furious roar echoed through the hall as Lan Si burst in, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Pei Mingzhu.
Before anyone could react, he raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick—
Aimed straight at Pei Mingzhu.