Chapter 61: If You Have the Guts, Kill Me

Lin Qingyou pushed the door open and, after hesitating for a moment, directly asked Yin Hanyu.

“Who is Xuan, the person Li Shan mentioned?”

Yin Hanyu lifted his gaze to look at Lin Qingyou, the deep and complex emotions from earlier no longer present in his eyes.

“My younger brother.”

Lin Qingyou was startled. “Your younger brother? You have a younger brother?”

Yin Hanyu reached out and pulled Lin Qingyou into his arms. “You always call Yin Yichen ‘Little Third,’ so naturally, there should be an older brother above him.”

“Oh… right…” Lin Qingyou slapped her forehead in realization.

Yin Hanyu was the eldest, Yin Yichen was the third brother, which meant there was a second brother in the Yin family.

However, the second young master of the Yin family had always been in poor health and lived a reclusive life. Outsiders had never seen him, nor did they even know his name.

Among the three Yin brothers, Yin Yichen was the most famous.

First, because he managed Shengshi Entertainment, constantly interacting with top-tier celebrities and making headlines.

Second, thanks to his father, Yin Haoyang, a modern-day Don Juan, who contributed to half of the high-society scandals in Beijing.

But in reality, Yin Haoyang and Yin Yichen were the least significant members of the Yin family.

The truly powerful and mysterious figures were the ones outsiders knew nothing about.

For example, Lan Si.

For example, Yin Yixuan.

One became the president of the country.

The other was the true heir of the Yin family.

After all, Yin Hanyu had not grown up in the Yin family.

So, it was only natural that Yin Yixuan had been raised as the family’s successor.

Yin Hanyu said, “If we’re talking about blood relations, he and I are the closest because we share the same father.”

“Half-brothers?” Lin Qingyou frowned. “And yet he still wants to kill you? What kind of awful little brother is that? He’s not as obedient as Little Third at all.”

Yin Hanyu chuckled. “Yin Xiaosan really is quite well-behaved.”

“And you’re laughing?”

Lin Qingyou playfully smacked Yin Hanyu, then suddenly hugged him tightly in fear.

Even though she had never met Yin Yixuan, from this recent car accident alone, it was clear that he was meticulous, ruthless, and merciless.

Yin Hanyu was his own brother, yet he still went so far.

It was unforgivable.

Suddenly, Lin Qingyou stared at Yin Hanyu. “Why don’t you go after him for this? You’re not the kind of person to just let things slide.”

Yin Hanyu sighed. “Let it go this time. Let’s pretend it never happened.”

“WHAT???!!!”

Lin Qingyou exploded. How could he say that?

“He tried to kill you!” Lin Qingyou furiously kicked the table. “Yin Hanyu, when did you become so soft?”

He always repaid his grudges!

Even the old master of the Yin family, Yin Tianzheng, meant nothing to him—so why was he enduring this from his second brother?

Yin Hanyu pulled his furious little wife into his arms. “Don’t be mad… If my wife gets sick from anger, I’ll have to settle the score with you.”

“Stop it…” Lin Qingyou glared at Yin Hanyu. “Someone wants to kill my husband, and my husband doesn’t care. Who’s going to pay me back for my husband? Who do I get revenge on?”

Yin Hanyu: “…”

This little thing really knew how to twist things around.

Burying his head against Lin Qingyou’s chest, he muttered, “I promise, this will be the last time.”

Before, he hadn’t really cared whether he lived or died.

But now, he did.

Yin Hanyu hugged her even tighter. “From now on, I’ll protect myself—for you.”

“It’s just… I once tried to kill him too. This time, let’s call it even.”

Lin Qingyou’s eyes widened instantly.

WHAT???

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Xuan Garden.

A black supercar screeched to a stop.

The car door swung open, and Ming Yu stepped out, furious.

Before she could speak, a figure bolted toward the study like a gust of wind.

“Second Young Master, Miss Ming is here to see you!”

The servant was panting from running, but his face was full of excitement.

Inside the study, Yin Yixuan was handling documents. Upon hearing the news, his hands trembled, and the papers slipped from his grasp, scattering onto the floor.

His head snapped up, his eyes flashing with uncontrollable excitement.

But the thrill and joy lasted less than a second. Like a candle blown out by the wind, the emotion vanished, replaced by icy coldness.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to his usual cold and unreadable self.

“Where is she?”

His voice was low and emotionless, with a faint, almost imperceptible tremor.

Before his words had even faded, he was already up and striding out of the study.

Walking through the long corridor, he reached the staircase.

At that moment, Ming Yu was just about to step up from the bottom.

Their eyes met.

Time seemed to freeze.

Ming Yu wore a sleek black silk dress, like a blooming black rose—mysterious and dangerous.

Her beauty was just as he remembered.

Yin Yixuan, dressed in a dark suit, stood tall and imposing, his face handsome yet ice-cold.

His gaze locked onto Ming Yu, turbulent emotions swirling beneath the surface, difficult to decipher.

“What are you doing here?”

He was the first to break the silence.

But before he could react, Ming Yu’s response came—not in words, but in a sharp, resounding slap!

“SMACK!”

Her strike was swift and merciless. Yin Yixuan didn’t dodge, nor did he even attempt to.

The force of the slap jerked his head to the side, his fringe flying up.

Slowly, he turned back, licking the stinging corner of his mouth with his tongue.

Then, a chilling smile crept onto his lips, dark and menacing.

“Oh? You must have missed me terribly after all this time…”

Before he could finish, another slap came flying!

“SMACK!”

This one was even harder than the first.

“Why did you go after Yin Hanyu? He’s your brother—”

Yin Yixuan’s head buzzed, his vision flashing white.

But instead of anger, he burst into laughter.

“HAHAHAHA… HAHAHAHAHA!”

After a bout of crazed laughter, Yin Yixuan’s gaze turned deadly as he gritted his teeth.

“My brother?”

His expression darkened, his aura suffocating as he took a slow, deliberate step toward her.

“You’re here… because of Yin Hanyu again?”

His voice was devoid of warmth, filled only with icy resentment.

“Hah… Of course. From the start, you only approached me because of Yin Hanyu.”

He let out a bitter laugh.

“Apologize to Yin Hanyu,” Ming Yu demanded.

“Apologize?”

Yin Yixuan’s eyes turned razor-sharp. “Ming Yu, do you really think you can control me?”

Rage burned in his gaze. “Ming Yu, do you think I still love you?”

His voice dropped to a chilling whisper, like a demon’s.

“Don’t you?”

Yin Yixuan’s pupils shrank, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Without hesitation, he grabbed Ming Yu’s delicate neck, squeezing tight.

Yet, instead of struggling, Ming Yu lifted her chin, defiant and fearless—like a poppy blooming on the edge of a cliff, deadly yet breathtaking.

She was provoking him.

Daring him.

If you have the guts, kill me.

At that moment, Yin Yixuan’s heart clenched.

Looking into her determined, unwavering eyes, his grip loosened involuntarily.

As if burned, he pulled back his hand, stumbling a few steps away—his face filled with regret and fear…