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“Yoyo…” Ji Mo Sheng immediately turned to look at Lin Qingyou. She was clearly shaken by her father’s words.
Ji Mo Sheng opened his mouth to explain, but Lin Qingyou had already turned her gaze toward him.
She stared at Ji Mo Sheng, her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to ask something.
But no words came out, as though she had suddenly lost her voice.
What was she supposed to ask?
Just as her father had said, this was a blatant humiliation to him—a deep and disgraceful insult.
No wonder, when she had asked about it over the phone before, her master had been unable to say a word and simply hung up.
Her master must have found it difficult to speak about as well.
Lin Zhiwei grabbed Lin Qingyou and glared at Ji Mo Sheng, questioning him loudly, “Ji Mo Sheng, why did you secretly become Yoyo’s master? Was it just to humiliate me?”
“I…”
Before Ji Mo Sheng could say a word, Lin Zhiwei forcefully interrupted, “What? Someone of your noble status, a child of privilege who has been admired since birth—”
“You must be thrilled to see me in such a wretched state, to watch me be humiliated, aren’t you?”
“But too bad—Xiao Ya still chose me in the end.”
“Ji Mo Sheng, in front of me, you’re the real loser. You always have been and always will be.”
“So, does that make you feel good?”
Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind Lin Zhiwei—it was Xiao Yutian.
Lin Zhiwei turned around and saw Yin Hanyu supporting Xiao Yutian as they approached.
As soon as Yin Hanyu ensured Xiao Yutian was steady, he immediately walked over to Lin Qingyou.
The moment he got close, Yin Hanyu instantly noticed the redness and swelling on Lin Qingyou’s face.
Although she had tried to cover it with foundation, the slap Lin Zhiwei had given her earlier had been far too harsh. Plus, Yin Hanyu was always the first to notice even the slightest change in her.
A sharp pain gripped Yin Hanyu’s heart, and his eyes filled with burning rage.
In the next second, he charged toward Lin Zhiwei like a raging storm.
“You hit her?” Yin Hanyu roared furiously.
Lin Zhiwei opened his mouth, but before he could respond—
“Bang!”
A heavy, muffled sound echoed as Yin Hanyu’s iron fist, filled with overwhelming fury, smashed into Lin Zhiwei’s face with lightning speed.
The force behind Yin Hanyu’s punch was so great it seemed to tear through the air itself.
Lin Zhiwei had not expected Yin Hanyu to strike so suddenly. After all, Yin Hanyu had always treated him with respect. So in that moment, Lin Zhiwei had no time to react or dodge.
With that vicious punch, Lin Zhiwei was sent flying backward before crashing heavily to the ground.
But Yin Hanyu didn’t stop there.
His attacks came like a relentless storm, giving Lin Zhiwei no chance to catch his breath.
A second punch. A third. A fourth…
Each strike carried all of Yin Hanyu’s anger and hatred.
Lin Qingyou was the one he cherished most, the one he held dear to his heart, the one he feared losing the most.
And yet, even with him by her side, she had been struck.
His fury burned even hotter—at himself, for failing to protect her, and at Lin Zhiwei, for daring to lay a hand on his own daughter.
His daughter!
And right now, she was pregnant too.
How could he?
At this moment, Yin Hanyu’s rage had reached its peak. His rationality had completely vanished.
The only thought in his mind was that anyone who dared to hurt Lin Qingyou deserved to die!
“Yin Hanyu, stop! He’s still Yoyo’s father!”
Ji Mo Sheng stepped forward, trying to pull Yin Hanyu away, but Yin Hanyu shoved him away furiously. “Get out of my way!”
He raised his fist again, about to land another heavy blow on Lin Zhiwei.
Just then, Lin Qingyou reached out and firmly grasped Yin Hanyu’s clenched fist, filled with rage and power.
Her voice carried a trace of heartache and pleading. “I’m fine, don’t hit him anymore…”
One was her husband, and the other was her father.
She knew her husband was only angry because her father had hurt her. But in the end, Lin Zhiwei was still her father.
Hearing Lin Qingyou’s voice, Yin Hanyu’s movements froze instantly.
His rationality seemed to return little by little. As he slowly turned his head to look at Lin Qingyou, the fury in his eyes gradually melted into sorrow and helplessness.
“I’m really okay…” Lin Qingyou forced a smile.
But in the next second, Yin Hanyu suddenly pulled Lin Qingyou tightly into his arms.
His body was still trembling slightly from the overwhelming anger and tension just moments ago.
Like a lost child, he buried his face in her soft hair and whispered in a voice filled with guilt, “I’m sorry, Yoyo…”
It was all his fault—he hadn’t protected her well enough.
After a while, Yin Hanyu seemed to realize something.
He slowly lifted his head, though his gaze remained downcast, as if afraid to meet Lin Qingyou’s eyes—afraid of seeing blame or disappointment in them.
He stammered hesitantly, “Did… did I scare you just now?”
However, Lin Qingyou simply shook her head gently.
A soft, warm smile spread across her face. “Of course not.”
Then, she reached out her hands, gently grasping Yin Hanyu’s, and helped him to his feet.
Only then did she turn toward the man lying on the ground, the man who had been beaten beyond recognition—her father.
Lin Qingyou crouched down and carefully helped Lin Zhiwei up, though her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
All the confusion she had carried for so long… now, she finally understood everything.
“You’ve suspected that I’m not your daughter, haven’t you?” Lin Qingyou suddenly asked directly.
“I haven’t!” Lin Zhiwei angrily shoved Lin Qingyou’s hands away.
“Really?” Lin Qingyou stared straight at him.
“I said I haven’t!” Lin Zhiwei shouted.
“At this point, why are you still deceiving yourself?” Lin Qingyou let out a bitter laugh. “Since I was a child, I’ve always felt your feelings toward me were strange and complicated…”
“Today, I finally understand why.”
Lin Qingyou slowly turned to look at Ji Mo Sheng.
“You must have suspected that I am Ji Mo Sheng’s daughter, haven’t you?”
“Shut up!” Lin Zhiwei roared as if she had struck his most vulnerable spot. “Shut up!”
“You are my daughter… You are my daughter… You are my daughter…”
“Why are you so angry?” Lin Qingyou pressed on. “Is it because I’m right?”
“I was so foolish. As a child, I thought you were always away because of work.”
“But the truth is, you deliberately avoided coming home, didn’t you?”
“Because every time you saw my mother and me, you felt like we were humiliating you.”
“When I was little, I didn’t understand. I wasn’t aware of your emotions at all. But my mother… she must have known.”