Chapter 102: It’s Time to Send Out This Gift

“He saved you…” Lin Qingyou immediately felt grateful. “Then I won’t be afraid of him anymore.”

Yin Hanyu was amused. “Just like that, you’re not afraid anymore?”

“Yeah,” Lin Qingyou said. “People who treat you well are good people. I like them.”

Hearing this, Yin Hanyu couldn’t help but smile. He picked up a large lobster and began peeling the meat for Lin Qingyou.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingyou happily extended her hands and gently lifted the lid of an exquisitely decorated gift box.

It was a gift from the President.

A smile formed on Lin Qingyou’s lips, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

What could it be?

As the lid slowly opened, a dazzling light instantly reflected in her eyes.

Inside the box lay a pair of crystal-clear, sparkling butterfly brooches.

They were breathtakingly beautiful, with an ingenious design that left one in awe.

The brooches were adorned with delicate green and red accents, vibrant yet harmonious, resembling enchanting fairies from nature.

The intricate patterns on their wings were meticulously crafted, with every line perfectly etched, making the butterflies appear almost lifelike as if they could take flight at any moment.

Such masterful craftsmanship was truly rare in the world.

Lin Qingyou was captivated by the brooches at first sight, her heart swelling with an indescribable fondness.

She couldn’t help but softly exclaim, “So beautiful…”

Her voice was filled with surprise and admiration.

Then, she carefully picked up one of the butterfly brooches and, after admiring it for a moment, walked over to Yin Hanyu with a smile. Gently, she pinned it onto his chest.

Lin Qingyou nodded in satisfaction. “Baby, this butterfly looks perfect on you.”

With the brooch adorning his chest, Yin Hanyu looked even more handsome and charming. The butterfly shimmered against his shirt, adding an air of elegance and mystery that made people want to take a second glance.

Yin Hanyu stared at the butterfly brooch, momentarily dazed.

Why did it look so familiar?

But for now, he couldn’t recall where he had seen it before.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”

“No, I do like it…” Yin Hanyu shook his head.

He then picked up the matching butterfly brooch and pinned it onto Lin Qingyou’s chest.

Beautiful things were adored by everyone, and he was no exception.

“Tomorrow, we’ll be attending Leng Yifeng’s mother’s banquet. Let’s wear these butterfly brooches together, okay?”

The thought of wearing a matching couple’s accessory with Yin Hanyu made Lin Qingyou incredibly happy.

She had even momentarily forgotten the trauma that the banquet had brought her in her past life.

“Of course.”

Yin Hanyu was more than eager.

So many people still didn’t know about their relationship, and he was more than ready to make it public.

This gift from his uncle was truly well-timed.

After dinner, Lin Qingyou called Ming Yu and invited her out for shopping.

Yin Hanyu grabbed his car keys. “I’ll drive you there.”

“No need,” Lin Qingyou said. “I’m taking Ming Yu to shop for dresses. It’s not convenient for a man to tag along.”

Ming Yu had accepted Leng Yifeng’s mission to kill Yin Hanyu.

So naturally, she would also be attending Leng Yifeng’s mother’s birthday banquet.

When Leng Yifeng made the proposal, they nearly burst into laughter.

Because, in reality, Yin Hanyu hadn’t yet found a justifiable excuse for Ming Yu to attend the banquet openly.

They had something very important that required Ming Yu’s expertise in poisons to verify.

Now, things had worked out perfectly—Leng Yifeng had personally extended the invitation to Ming Yu.

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The Lin Family

Early in the morning, Lin Qingqing summoned a team of professionals to meticulously style her.

Tonight, she planned to ensure Lin Qingyou’s complete downfall… a fall from grace with no chance of redemption.

When Wang Yalan entered the room, Lin Qingqing dismissed everyone else.

“Mom, where’s the thing I asked for?” Lin Qingqing stretched out her hand.

Wang Yalan handed over a small, colorless, odorless bottle to Lin Qingqing.

Taking the bottle, Lin Qingqing’s eyes flashed with malice.

She smirked. “Mom, at least my gambling-addict dad is good for something.”

The things they couldn’t buy or obtain—her father, who constantly mingled in the shadows of the underworld, could get with ease.

And if things went south, they could simply push her gambling-addict father forward as the scapegoat.

One move, two gains—killing two birds with one stone.

The more she thought about it, the more pleased she became.

However, Wang Yalan frowned slightly. “Qingqing, I still feel uneasy. Such a grand occasion…”

“Ugh, Mom, that’s exactly why it needs to happen at such a big event! Only then can Lin Qingyou be completely ruined!”

Lin Qingqing’s voice was venomous. “Mom, don’t think that just because Lin Zhiwei and Lin Qingyou are at odds now, you’re safe. Lin Zhiwei still holds his precious daughter in his heart.”

“Last night, I saw him holding an old photo of his late wife and Lin Qingyou, lost in thought.”

“If she doesn’t return soon, he’ll break down and beg her to come home. And when that happens, all our efforts will be wasted.”

“So, Mom, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Lin Zhiwei and Lin Qingyou are already on bad terms. If Lin Qingyou humiliates him in front of all the powerful figures in the Imperial Capital, she’ll never be able to come back.”

“At that point, the Lin family will be ours to control.”

“But…” Wang Yalan still felt uneasy, though she couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Mom, no buts!” Lin Qingqing was brimming with confidence. “The hotel hosting Leng Yifeng’s mother’s birthday banquet and charity gala is the Lin family’s Shenghao International Hotel.”

“I’ve already bribed the right people. Nothing will go wrong.”

“Just wait and watch the show, Mom.”

Lin Qingyou, tonight I will make sure you suffer a fate worse than death…

You will become the most reviled woman in the city.

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The Leng Family

Ruan Lan sat alone at her dressing table, meticulously applying her makeup.

Unlike Lin Qingqing, who had called in an entire team for her styling, Ruan Lan quietly sat before the mirror, painting her brows and applying her lipstick with expert precision.

Her reflection was stunningly beautiful—her skin flawless and tight, showing no signs of aging.

Her lips were vibrant red, and her teeth gleamed like pearls. Looking at her, no one would believe she was already fifty years old.

Ruan Lan admired her reflection with satisfaction. Yet beneath her flawless beauty, her deep, unreadable eyes held countless untold secrets.

Her gaze flickered between misty and sharp, as if hiding something beneath the surface.

She gently pulled open a drawer and took out an elegant, antique-looking box.

Inside lay a dazzling jade bracelet, translucent and radiant.

Ruan Lan cradled the bracelet in her palm, her lips curling into a cryptic smile.

A smile that seemed warm yet carried an eerie chill, sending shivers down the spine.

“This gift… it’s time to send it out.”