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From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time Lin Qingyou had ever seen Ruan Lan so flustered and anxious.
Ruan Lan was usually calm and composed, never showing her emotions easily.
Lin Qingyou stared intently at Ruan Lan, her brows slightly furrowed.
Her confusion deepened because even when Leng Yifeng had broken his leg, Ruan Lan hadn’t been this nervous.
Ruan Lan seemed to quickly realize her own loss of composure. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped Leng Yifeng hard across the face.
“You bastard! How could you do something so despicable?”
Leng Yifeng had not expected his mother to suddenly strike him. The slap left him momentarily stunned—his eyes widened in disbelief, and for a moment, he was at a complete loss for words.
“Apologize to Young Master Yin immediately!” Ruan Lan ordered sharply, paying no heed to her son’s reaction.
“Mom…” Leng Yifeng was now utterly furious. His eyes burned with rage as he looked at his mother in disbelief.
Did she even understand what she was saying?
To ask him, Leng Yifeng, to apologize to Yin Hanyu—it would be worse than killing him!
Yet, facing Leng Yifeng’s anger, Ruan Lan showed no sign of backing down.
Another loud slap echoed through the air, sending a shiver down everyone’s spine.
Ruan Lan’s eyes were wide with fury as she raised her hand again, delivering another hard slap to Leng Yifeng’s face.
“Why are you yelling? I told you to apologize to Young Master Yin immediately!”
Leng Yifeng clenched his jaw tightly, his cheeks tensed with anger, veins bulging on his forehead as he struggled internally…
“Apologize,” Ruan Lan repeated sternly, her sharp gaze locked onto Leng Yifeng. Her voice was even more commanding, exuding an authority that was impossible to defy.
Leng Yifeng’s fists tightened. Looking at his mother’s firm stance, even though he was filled with resentment and unwillingness…
Faced with her pressure and the situation before him, he ultimately had no choice but to lower his proud head. Gritting his teeth, he forced out the words reluctantly:
“I’m sorry…”
However, Yin Hanyu merely smirked, his lips curling with a hint of mockery.
He had no intention of accepting this apology.
With his arms crossed, he watched the mother and son duo in amusement, as if watching a mere spectacle.
At this moment, Yin Yichen stepped forward and spoke with mock innocence, “Is that really an apology? I recall that a sincere apology requires kneeling and bowing, doesn’t it?”
“Yin Yichen!” Leng Yifeng glared at him, seething with anger.
“What are you staring at me for?” Yin Yichen turned to the crowd. “Tell me, isn’t a sincere apology supposed to involve kneeling?”
The bystanders suddenly felt awkward.
Answering would put them in trouble, but staying silent wasn’t an option either.
Yin Yichen sneered. “A bunch of cowards.”
Then, he casually patted Leng Yifeng on the shoulder and looked at Ruan Lan. “Madam Leng, if you truly want sincerity, then at least a ninety-degree bow should be required.”
“You—!” Leng Yifeng was so enraged that he almost exploded.
But under Ruan Lan’s sharp gaze, he had no choice but to suppress his anger.
Taking a deep breath, he swallowed his humiliation and bowed at a ninety-degree angle to Yin Hanyu.
“Young Master Yin, I’m sorry…”
Leng Yifeng’s humiliating posture won him some sympathy from the more softhearted onlookers.
“Come on, let’s just drop it already!”
“Yeah, after all, Leng Yifeng didn’t actually cause Yin Hanyu any real harm. Besides, they all operate in the same circles—there might be opportunities to collaborate in the future. Yin Hanyu, just let it go and forgive him.”
Yin Hanyu immediately lifted his gaze towards the person who had spoken up.
Sure enough, it was one of Leng Yifeng’s business partners.
Yin Hanyu smiled faintly and took a step toward him.
The next second—
Bang!
Yin Hanyu kicked him directly in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground in pain.
“You—!”
Yin Hanyu approached him again.
The man trembled in fear and backed away frantically. “Y-you… Yin Hanyu, what are you doing?”
Slap!
Yin Hanyu struck him hard across the face, then leisurely said three words:
“Sorry. My. Bad.”
“You—!” The man roared in fury. “Yin Hanyu, what do you mean by this? You’re going too far!”
“Tsk, why so mad?” Yin Hanyu said lightly. “I just kicked you once and slapped you once. It’s not like you died.”
The man: “…” ???
The crowd: “…” !!!
Yin Hanyu even mimicked the man’s earlier tone, “Come on, let it go already. I didn’t actually cause you any real harm. And besides, I already said ‘sorry.’ Why are you still angry? You should just forgive me!”
The man: “…”
The stunned onlookers: “…”
“Yin Hanyu, you’re absolutely outrageous!” Leng Yifeng bellowed in fury, his rage shaking the very air around them.
“Outrageous?” Yin Hanyu’s lips curled up slightly as he lazily flexed his wrist, stretching his fingers.
Then, without warning, he suddenly launched a powerful punch at Leng Yifeng.
Boom!
His iron-like fist struck Leng Yifeng’s face with immense force.
Before Leng Yifeng could react, he lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground in a pitiful heap.
As Yin Hanyu’s movements disturbed his clothes, two small red booklets slipped out from his pocket.
They drew a perfect arc in the air before landing precisely in front of Leng Yifeng.
However, instead of rushing to pick them up, Yin Hanyu deliberately slowed his steps, seemingly allowing Leng Yifeng to grab them first.
Sure enough, Leng Yifeng instinctively snatched them up.
When he took a closer look, his eyes widened in shock.
They were marriage certificates!
Yin Hanyu… was married?
To whom?
A wave of unease surged through Leng Yifeng as he slowly lifted his gaze—first at Yin Hanyu, then sharply toward Lin Qingyou.
So, when she said those things earlier… she wasn’t just trying to provoke him?
No…
Impossible.
Leng Yifeng’s hands trembled uncontrollably. He quickly flipped open the marriage certificate.
When he saw the names and photos inside, his entire body froze.
His last shred of hope was utterly crushed.
The marriage certificate clearly bore the names and photos of Yin Hanyu and Lin Qingyou.
They were smiling radiantly, looking so perfectly matched, so blissfully happy…
A deep sense of panic consumed Leng Yifeng. Desperately, he rushed toward Lin Qingyou like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline.
“Qingyou, you didn’t actually marry Yin Hanyu, right? This is fake, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice trembling.
Lin Qingyou smirked mockingly. “Forging a marriage certificate is a crime. Unlike you, I don’t break the law.”
“You—!”
She cut him off coldly. “Leng Yifeng, I am married to Yin Hanyu. He is my husband now. If you dare to hurt him again, I’ll destroy you.”
Leng Yifeng staggered as if he could barely stand. “Qingyou, you’re just doing this to spite me, aren’t you?”
“Leng Yifeng, being delusional is a disease. You should get it treated.”
With that, Lin Qingyou snatched the marriage certificates back, carefully tucking them away like priceless treasures.