Rebirth: Drunken Kiss Night! Flirting, Spoiling, and Seducing My Arch-Nemesis into Marriage
Rebirth: Drunken Kiss Night! Flirting, Spoiling, and Seducing My Arch-Nemesis into Marriage Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Scumbag, Don’t Delay Our Auspicious Time to Get Married

Yin Hanyu was stunned for a long time before finally finding his voice again.
“Lin Qingyou, do you even know what you’re saying?”

“I know, of course I know…”

In her previous life, they were supposed to be together, but for various reasons, they never ended up that way.

Later on, they even had a fake marriage.

In this life, she absolutely wouldn’t let those regrets continue.

To hell with a fake marriage.

She wanted to be Yin Hanyu’s rightful, legitimate wife.

Just as Lin Qingyou thought Yin Hanyu was about to agree, he suddenly reached out and touched her forehead.

He looked at her with concern and confusion.

“You don’t have a fever.”

“Did you go stupid or suddenly lose your mind?”

“You must have had a mental breakdown or maybe your brain is waterlogged again?”

“Qingyou, don’t be afraid, I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up right now.”

Lin Qingyou: “…”

Yin Hanyu was a man of action. The moment his assistant, Xu Jiang, brought over some clothes, Lin Qingyou changed into them.

And he was actually planning to take her to the Second Hospital for a brain check-up.

The Second Hospital specialized in treating neurological and mental disorders.

“Yin Hanyu, I’m not crazy, I’m serious. Will you marry me?”

Yin Hanyu reached out and tapped Lin Qingyou’s forehead, his tone serious.
“Yesterday you told me to get lost, and today you want to marry me. Lin Qingyou, you can be willful, but please don’t treat marriage as part of that willfulness.”

If he took her seriously, she’d be doomed…

Did she even know how much he wanted to marry her?

But while he could be heartless toward anyone else, he couldn’t do that to her.

He couldn’t treat her happiness and marriage as a joke.

“Yin Hanyu, I’m not being willful. I really want to marry you.”

As Lin Qingyou spoke, Yin Hanyu had already pulled her into the elevator.

“Yin Hanyu, what do I have to do to make you believe me? Should we sleep together again?”

Her words nearly made Yin Hanyu lose his balance.

He knocked on her forehead lightly, his voice a mix of reprimand and indulgence.
“As a young lady, be more reserved.”

Lin Qingyou suddenly reached out and touched his Adam’s apple.
“Reserved? That’s not what you said last night when you were sweating all over me.”

Yin Hanyu: “…”

Lin Qingyou’s red lips parted slightly as she slowly repeated his words from the previous night.

“Kiss me…”

“Hug me tighter…”

“Spread your legs…”

Yin Hanyu’s face turned bright red in an instant.

The next second, the elevator doors slowly opened.

Yin Hanyu practically bolted out of the elevator.

But the moment he stepped out, he ran into the one person he dreaded the most—Leng Yifeng.

The man Lin Qingyou had liked since childhood and deeply loved as she grew up.

There were times when things between him and Lin Qingyou were good, but the moment Leng Yifeng appeared, even just a word from him, Lin Qingyou would drop everything and run to his side without hesitation.

Would it be different this time?

Did her words from just now—saying she wanted to marry him—still count?

Yin Hanyu looked at the small hand he was holding.

When Lin Qingyou saw Leng Yifeng, her emotions clearly changed.

Of course, yesterday she had drowned her sorrows in alcohol because Leng Yifeng was on a business trip and couldn’t come back for her 23rd birthday.

He felt her small hand slowly trying to pull away from his grasp.

Yin Hanyu’s breathing hitched, and his heart clenched painfully once again.

So it was still the same.

As long as Leng Yifeng appeared…

Leng Yifeng didn’t even need to do anything, and Lin Qingyou would leave him and run straight to Leng Yifeng.

“Qingyou, come here.”

Leng Yifeng, seeing that she didn’t rush toward him like before, parted his lips and spoke.

It was only four words, but he was standing just ten meters away, watching her.

He knew that Lin Qingyou would come to him in the end.

He had mastered controlling Lin Qingyou’s emotions—especially using her to hurt Yin Hanyu. He was all too familiar with it, an expert at it.

Everyone said he was no match for Yin Hanyu.

But that wasn’t true.

When it came to Lin Qingyou, Yin Hanyu had lost to him completely.

He was a total failure.

But this time, Lin Qingyou didn’t excitedly run toward him like before.

Instead, she grabbed Yin Hanyu’s hand, intertwining their fingers.

Yin Hanyu had been holding her hand too tightly earlier, and it hurt a little.

So she preferred interlocking their fingers instead.

“From now on, let’s always hold hands like this, okay?” Lin Qingyou shook their joined hands playfully.

But Yin Hanyu didn’t respond.

He seemed frozen.

Lin Qingyou shook their hands again.
“Your way of holding hands is too forceful. I like it when our fingers interlock.”

“Qingyou, come here.” Leng Yifeng’s voice turned harsher, clearly annoyed.

But Lin Qingyou only tightened her grip on Yin Hanyu’s hand.

Yin Hanyu’s expression shifted slightly, then realization dawned upon him, and finally, he let out a self-mocking laugh.

Last night, Leng Yifeng had refused to come back for her birthday.

So now, she was using him to get back at Leng Yifeng.

Even knowing he was just a pathetic tool, Yin Hanyu still couldn’t bring himself to let go of her hand.

Instead, he held on even tighter.

Fine, a tool it is.

At least she still had some use for him.

At least she still needed him, right?

Holding her hand tightly, Yin Hanyu walked past Leng Yifeng.

But just as they were about to pass him, Leng Yifeng grabbed Lin Qingyou’s arm.

“Qingyou, if you keep this up, I’ll get angry. You know the consequences.”

“Consequences? What consequences?” Lin Qingyou shook off his hand.
“More emotional abuse? More manipulation?”

She stared at him, her eyes filled with ridicule, bitterness, and self-mockery.

Yesterday was supposed to be her 23rd birthday, but it had been a terrible day.

That morning, she had fought with her father because of her stepmother.

She had wanted to call Leng Yifeng for comfort, but he, who had promised to spend her birthday with her, said he wouldn’t be coming.

Then, her younger sister Lin Qingqing arrived at the hotel with a cake, wine, and gifts.

She had been touched—at least someone cared about her.

At least her sister, Lin Qingqing, cared.

But right after Lin Qingqing left, Leng Yifeng’s childhood friend, Jiang Zhuocheng, showed up.

He said he was there to apologize on Leng Yifeng’s behalf and give her a birthday gift.

She let him in.

But then, Jiang Zhuocheng tried to assault her.

It was Yin Hanyu who had arrived just in time, smashing a bottle over Jiang Zhuocheng’s head.

After Jiang Zhuocheng was sent to the hospital, she called Leng Yifeng and told him everything.

But Leng Yifeng simply said:

“Qingyou, don’t use such childish and pathetic tricks to make me come back. Zhuocheng has always been an upright person; he would never do something like that.”

So Jiang Zhuocheng wasn’t that kind of person? But she was?

Heartbroken, she drank alone.

Yin Hanyu had tried to stop her, but she had yelled at him to get lost.

And then… one reckless night changed everything.

Now, she looked Leng Yifeng straight in the eye.

“Yin Hanyu isn’t just an insignificant man to me.”

“He is my man.”

“My soon-to-be husband.”

“Step aside. Don’t delay our auspicious time to get married.”

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