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“Leng Yifeng, why do you hate Yin Hanyu so much?”
Lin Qingyou wouldn’t be so self-absorbed as to think it was because of her.
At most, Leng Yifeng had some feelings for her, but not much.
Thinking back carefully on everything from her past and present life, Lin Qingyou even felt that if it weren’t for Yin Hanyu liking her, Leng Yifeng wouldn’t have paid any attention to her at all.
Leng Yifeng was simply using her to attack, humiliate, and hurt Yin Hanyu.
So, who was the real tool here?
She was the tool.
But she had asked Yin Hanyu before, and he said that if it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t even know who Leng Yifeng was.
So, Yin Hanyu and Leng Yifeng were supposed to be complete strangers.
Where did Leng Yifeng’s hostility toward Yin Hanyu come from?
“Why do I hate him?” Leng Yifeng glared at Yin Hanyu, his eyes filled with anger and jealousy. “Because he stole everything from me. Everything he has should have been mine!”
Yin Hanyu frowned. What had he stolen?
How was Leng Yifeng turning things around like this?
“Yin Hanyu, you’re the bastard… you’re the real bastard…”
【Feng’er, you are the true heir of the Yin family. Come with me and take back what belongs to you.】
【Begging for scraps again? Can’t you come up with a new trick? Do you know how many people pretend to be our eldest young master every year?】
【Feng’er really is a Yin.】
【Bullshit… You two look so poor and pathetic. If he’s a Yin, then I must be the head of the Yin family.】
【Feng’er is really a Yin. Please, let us in!】
【Where did this crazy woman and her beggar kid come from? Seriously, won’t give up, huh? Let me tell you, our real young master has already been found.】
【That’s right! Look at yourselves—so disgusting! You dare to pretend to be our young master? Do you even know how noble he looks?】
【Enough talk! Trash like you, filthy beggars, deserve a lesson… Just let the dogs tear you apart!】
“Ahhh—Ahhh—!”
Suddenly, Leng Yifeng started screaming and yelling frantically. It was as if he had fallen into a terrifying memory. He hugged himself tightly in fear.
“Ahhh—It hurts! It hurts so much! Ahhh—!”
“Leng Yifeng, what’s wrong?” Lin Qingyou stepped forward.
“Get away… All of you, get away!”
Leng Yifeng suddenly went berserk, smashing and hitting everything in sight. His IV needle was ripped out, causing his arm to bleed, but he didn’t care. He looked like a rabid animal.
Yin Hanyu quickly shielded Lin Qingyou, pulling her back. “Qingyou, step outside first. I’ll handle this.”
Ming Yu heard the commotion and walked in. Seeing the situation, her beautiful face showed a slight frown.
In the next second, Ming Yu took out a silver needle and swiftly inserted it into Leng Yifeng’s body.
Leng Yifeng collapsed instantly.
The room fell silent.
“Xiao family acupuncture?” Lin Qingyou stared at Ming Yu’s precise and unique technique. She immediately grabbed Ming Yu’s hand, her eyes filled with disbelief. “How do you know Xiao family acupuncture?”
The Xiao family was the most mysterious family in Huaguo.
Their acupuncture techniques were passed down only to male heirs.
But why did Ming Yu know it?
Lin Qingyou’s mother, Xiao Ya, and her aunt, Xiao Xue, were the only direct bloodline of Xiao Yutian, the Xiao family patriarch.
But since they were daughters, their grandfather never taught them any medical skills.
The sisters grew up without any privileges from the Xiao family but were still bound by strict family rules.
No friends, no romance, and no exposure to the outside world.
So, they rebelled.
The Xiao family was known for its secrecy, but the two sisters did the opposite.
They founded Xingchen Entertainment. Xiao Xue became a famous actress, model, and designer, dominating headlines daily.
This enraged Xiao Yutian so much that he almost disowned her.
At first, Xiao Ya seemed more obedient.
But then, she did something even more outrageous—she married a “beggar” in Xiao Yutian’s eyes.
Although Lin Zhiwei, now a hotel tycoon, was successful, back when Xiao Ya met him, he only owned a small restaurant.
To the mighty Xiao family, he was no better than a beggar.
But Xiao Ya insisted on marrying him, even if it meant being disowned.
And Xiao Yutian followed through—she was completely cut off from the Xiao family.
Lin Qingyou once begged her grandfather to help heal Leng Yifeng’s leg.
But Xiao Yutian refused.
She begged him to teach her Xiao family medicine, but he refused again.
Because she was a woman. The Xiao family acupuncture was never passed down to women.
It all stemmed from the Xiao family’s extreme traditionalism.
It was the 21st century, yet her grandfather still clung to outdated beliefs.
Were daughters not his bloodline too?
So why did Ming Yu know it?
“Are you a member of the Xiao family?” Lin Qingyou stared intensely at Ming Yu.
“Why do you ask?” Ming Yu looked back at her.
“This technique belongs exclusively to the Xiao family.”
Her mother had stolen a book on Xiao family acupuncture before leaving.
She often studied it and insisted Lin Qingyou learn it as well.
But since her mother had never been properly trained, she only knew the basics, and so did Lin Qingyou.
“Xiao family acupuncture? The Xiao family?” Ming Yu frowned slightly and then shook her head. “I’m not from the Xiao family.”
“Then how do you know Xiao family acupuncture?”
“I didn’t know it was called that,” Ming Yu replied. “My master taught me.”
“Your master?” Lin Qingyou immediately asked, “Who is your master?”
Ming Yu said, “Miss Lin, we’re not that close. Don’t you think you’re overstepping?”
“I…” Lin Qingyou bit her lip.
“Let’s go.” Yin Hanyu led Lin Qingyou out of the room.
She kept glancing back at the hospital room.
Yin Hanyu frowned. “Are you worried about Leng Yifeng?”
“I’m just curious why Ming Yu is here. Who exactly is she…”
“Why can’t I be here?”
At that moment, Ming Yu closed the door behind her and stepped out.
Lin Qingyou pouted but stayed quiet.
Yin Hanyu explained, “She’s a specially appointed doctor here.”
“A specially appointed doctor?” Lin Qingyou was stunned.
In her past life, Ming Yu had been a cold and beautiful assassin.
Ming Yu looked at Yin Hanyu and said, “Ask her to leave. I have something to tell you.”
Lin Qingyou’s eyes dimmed.
But she wasn’t someone who overstayed her welcome.
Just as she was about to turn and leave, she suddenly felt Yin Hanyu’s large hand firmly grasp hers.
Lin Qingyou froze.
Then she heard Yin Hanyu say to Ming Yu, “You don’t need to avoid her when talking to me.”