Chapter 168: Do You Feel Inferior? Do You Feel Ashamed? Are You Worthy of Youyou?

After Ming Yu left, Lin Qingyou came out.

Yin Hanyu immediately reached out to support her, but Lin Qingyou sighed helplessly. “It’s only been a little over a month. You don’t have to be so nervous. It’s not like my belly is so big that I can’t walk.”

“It’s better to be careful.” Yin Hanyu flicked Lin Qingyou’s forehead. “Why do you still look so down?”

Lin Qingyou sighed. “I overheard your conversation with Ming Yu.”

Ming Yu loved children so much, yet she could no longer have her own.

It felt like fate was being particularly cruel to her.

“I want to see my grandfather,” Lin Qingyou suddenly said.

“But didn’t your uncle say he would bring him to see you?” Yin Hanyu replied. “We can just wait here.”

Mainly, Xiao Yutian was unpredictable, and Yin Hanyu was worried that he might make Lin Qingyou feel upset.

“It’s because I want my grandfather to check on Ming Yu’s health,” she explained.

Wasn’t her grandfather known as a legendary healer?

If anyone could cure Ming Yu, it would be him!

However, when Lin Qingyou arrived at Xiao Yutian’s residence, he was nowhere to be found.

The servants informed her that he was still sleeping and could not be disturbed.

Frustrated, Lin Qingyou stomped her foot, but there was nothing she could do.

After all, she was on his turf.

Almost two hours later, the tightly closed door finally opened.

Xiao Yutian walked out leisurely, his pace slow and deliberate.

When his gaze swept over Lin Qingyou and Yin Hanyu, he didn’t even bother to acknowledge them, as if they were nothing but air.

Then, as usual, he calmly walked into the courtyard and began practicing Tai Chi with a refined grace.

It was the middle of winter, and the harsh wind howled, making people shiver. Yet, Xiao Yutian seemed completely unaffected by the cold. Dressed in a thin, elegant Tang suit, he moved through his Tai Chi routine with ease.

Despite being over eighty years old, Xiao Yutian showed no signs of frailty.

On the contrary, he was in exceptional shape—his posture was straight like a pine tree, his movements light and steady.

His hair, which should have been completely white at his age, was only speckled with gray. From a distance, if one didn’t know his real age, they might assume he was only in his fifties or sixties.

If Lin Qingyou didn’t know that her uncle, Xiao Yan, was nearly half his age, she might have mistaken the two for brothers.

Just then, Xiao Yan arrived.

Noticing Lin Qingyou’s shocked expression, he voiced her thoughts aloud. “Ridiculous, right? I’m in my forties, but I look like I’m sixty. Meanwhile, this eighty-something-year-old man looks younger than me!”

Lin Qingyou and Yin Hanyu both nodded in agreement.

Xiao Yan’s heart shattered. “This is the difference between loving medicine and being forced to study medicine.”

Yin Hanyu: “…”

Lin Qingyou: “…”

For the first time, Lin Qingyou actually felt a bit sorry for her uncle.

Apparently, he had been adopted into the Xiao family to be raised as Xiao Yutian’s son. But now, he had been “tortured” into looking like his grandfather’s brother instead.

Truly tragic.

Lin Qingyou tugged at Xiao Yan’s sleeve. “Uncle, didn’t you say his health is bad? He looks perfectly fine to me.”

“He’s faking it…” Xiao Yan whispered.

“Faking it?” Lin Qingyou’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She turned to look at Xiao Yutian again. He didn’t look sick at all!

She cast a doubtful glance at Xiao Yan. “Is he really pretending?”

Xiao Yan leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “He coughed up blood last night.”

“He coughed up blood?” Lin Qingyou frowned. “How serious is it?”

Xiao Yan covered his mouth and lowered his voice. “After hearing that Sister Xue fell into a coma and might never wake up, he coughed up blood. Later that night, he collapsed completely, which is why he woke up so late today. Normally, he’s up early.”

Lin Qingyou fell silent.

She looked at Xiao Yutian again—he was still practicing Tai Chi, full of energy.

Hmph, what a drama king!

This stubborn old man would rather suffer than admit weakness.

Lin Qingyou sighed. She decided not to argue and took the initiative to greet him. “Grandfather, it’s me, Youyou. Do you remember me?”

Xiao Yutian stopped his movements and looked at her. “I heard you got married. And you’re pregnant?”

“Yes.” Lin Qingyou nodded, then pulled Yin Hanyu forward. “This is my husband, Yin Hanyu.”

“Hello, Grandfather,” Yin Hanyu greeted politely.

Xiao Yutian eyed him. “You’re Yin Tianzheng’s grandson? Not bad—not an embarrassment to the Xiao family.”

Lin Qingyou’s temper flared instantly. “Grandfather… I call you that out of respect for my mother. But could you put aside your obsession with social status?”

“Put it aside?” Xiao Yutian resumed his Tai Chi. “Our ancestors worked for generations to achieve our family’s current wealth and prestige. It is our duty to continue expanding and preserving that legacy. Being rich and powerful is a good thing—why should I put it aside?”

“You—!” Lin Qingyou was speechless.

Xiao Yutian turned his gaze to Yin Hanyu. “I heard you didn’t grow up in the Yin family?”

Before Yin Hanyu could answer, Lin Qingyou stepped forward protectively. “What are you trying to say? That he’s not worthy of the Xiao family just because he wasn’t raised in a prestigious household?”

“But it’s the truth.”

“Well, I wasn’t raised in the Xiao family either!”

Xiao Yutian ignored her and kept his eyes locked on Yin Hanyu, scrutinizing him.

Yin Hanyu met his gaze directly, unfazed.

Xiao Yutian then asked, “I have a few questions for you.”

“Go ahead,” Yin Hanyu replied.

“How many languages do you speak?”

“Only Chinese.”

“Can you play any instruments? Piano, violin, cello?”

“No.”

“Can you dance? Waltz, Latin, Flamenco, Tango?”

“None.”

“Do you play chess? Go, Chinese chess, military chess?”

“Not at all.”

Just then, Yin Yixuan and Ming Yu arrived.

Xiao Yutian turned to Yin Yixuan. “Your younger brother knows sixteen languages. He plays piano, violin, and cello, and he can even play the saxophone. He’s a skilled dancer in ballroom, Latin, and tango. He excels in painting and calligraphy. Before he even became an adult, he won first place in international Go tournaments for seven consecutive years.”

Yin Hanyu nodded. “Yes, he’s very talented.”

Lin Qingyou’s anger boiled over. She clenched her fists, ready to charge forward.

But Yin Hanyu shook his head, signaling her to stay put.

Then, he looked back at Xiao Yutian. “Do you have any more questions?”

Xiao Yutian smirked and continued, “Out of everything I just listed, Youyou may not be as proficient as Yin Yixuan, but she has mastered most of them.”

His sharp gaze bore into Yin Hanyu. “Do you feel inferior?”

“Do you feel ashamed?”

“Are you worthy of Youyou?”