Chapter 62: Who Do You Think You Are? Do You Even Deserve to Kill Him?

Ming Yu saw Yin Yixuan’s expression and was about to say something when a servant hurriedly ran in.

“Second Young Master, Leng Yifeng is outside, saying he has urgent business to discuss with you.”

“Leng Yifeng?”

Both Ming Yu and Yin Yixuan were momentarily stunned. Ming Yu then immediately turned around and went upstairs into a room.

She seemed extremely familiar with the place, and the servants here treated her with the utmost respect.

Yin Yixuan glanced in the direction where Ming Yu disappeared before instructing the servant to let Leng Yifeng in.

“Second Young Master, long time no see…”

Leng Yifeng greeted Yin Yixuan with enthusiasm.

However, Yin Yixuan remained as cold as ever, merely gesturing for him to sit.

Leng Yifeng sat down but didn’t get straight to the point. Instead, he leisurely admired the design and decor of the Xuan Garden.

“Second Young Master, you haven’t returned to the Yin family’s old residence in a while, have you? The decor here is quite unique. Could you introduce me to your designer?”

But Yin Yixuan clearly didn’t have the time or patience for small talk.

“Just say what you came here for,” he said indifferently. “I have other matters to attend to.”

His gaze kept drifting toward the upstairs room where Ming Yu had disappeared.

Leng Yifeng’s face briefly flashed with embarrassment but quickly recovered.

“Since Second Young Master is so straightforward, I won’t beat around the bush either.” Leng Yifeng gave Yin Yixuan a meaningful look and said two words: “Li Shan.”

Leng Yifeng had expected to see guilt or fear on Yin Yixuan’s face.

After all, the Yin family patriarch detested internal strife among the brothers. The Yin family had always maintained an image of unity.

Yin Haoting and Yin Haoyang had been close since childhood.

Yin Yixuan and Yin Yichen shared the same bond.

And Yin Hanyu and Yin Yichen were even more inseparable—Yin Yichen practically idolized Yin Hanyu, following him everywhere like a shadow.

However, father-son relationships in the Yin family were a different story.

So, if word got to the patriarch that Yin Yixuan had attempted to assassinate Yin Hanyu, he wouldn’t just be punished—he’d be lucky to survive.

Yet, Yin Yixuan’s face remained completely expressionless.

Leng Yifeng continued, “Second Young Master, you have something to do with Yin Hanyu’s car accident, don’t you?”

“So what if I do?” Yin Yixuan responded indifferently. “You captured Li Shan. Are you trying to use him to threaten me?”

“No, no, no…” Leng Yifeng shook his head. “As a gift for our meeting today, I’ve already taken care of Li Shan for you in secret.”

“What did you say?”

Yin Yixuan’s expression finally changed. He stood up angrily, glaring at Leng Yifeng in disbelief.

This man was even more ruthless than he had imagined.

He had never intended to kill Li Shan.

Even knowing that Li Shan had been captured by Yin Hanyu’s people, he had never considered silencing him.

There was nothing to hide about his attempt on Yin Hanyu’s life.

If Yin Hanyu died, great. If he survived… Yin Yixuan’s gaze once again shifted upstairs. His goal would still be achieved, wouldn’t it?

Leng Yifeng, oblivious to Yin Yixuan’s thoughts, continued to speak smugly.

“Second Young Master, if I hadn’t handled Li Shan for you, and Yin Hanyu had presented him to the patriarch, your already unstable position as heir would have been completely lost.”

Yin Yixuan clenched his fist tightly.

Leng Yifeng carefully observed Yin Yixuan’s reaction and was quite pleased with what he saw.

Thinking he had successfully cornered Yin Yixuan, Leng Yifeng casually adjusted his sleeves and stood up.

“Second Young Master, Li Shan was my gift to you. Let’s work together.”

“Work together?”

“Yes, collaborate.”

Leng Yifeng’s eyes gleamed with malice. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and we share a common enemy—Yin Hanyu.”

“Yin Hanyu is your enemy?”

Yin Yixuan let out a mocking laugh.

Did he even deserve to call Yin Hanyu his enemy?

“Of course,” Leng Yifeng said bluntly. “My hatred for Yin Hanyu is no less than yours.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Yin Yixuan seemed to find this amusing. He relaxed and sat down again. “Then tell me, what grudge do you have against Yin Hanyu?”

Leng Yifeng sneered. “Hatred between men usually boils down to power or women. Unfortunately, Yin Hanyu took both from me.”

“He stole your woman?”

Yin Yixuan was utterly shocked, as if he had just heard the juiciest gossip.

Yin Hanyu had another woman?

And yet, Ming Yu still confronted him and even hit him over Yin Hanyu?

A surge of anger flared within Yin Yixuan.

She didn’t care about his feelings at all.

But Yin Hanyu—a scumbag—was someone she cherished like a treasure?

Was Ming Yu’s brain completely waterlogged?

What did he lack compared to Yin Hanyu?

The fact that he wasn’t a scumbag?

Damn it…

That woman had terrible taste.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He wanted to storm upstairs and confront Ming Yu immediately.

But first, he had to deal with Leng Yifeng.

“Who is your woman?”

“Lin Qingyou, the eldest daughter of the Lin family.”

“Lin Qingyou?” Yin Yixuan frowned.

The name was familiar.

He had often heard Yin Yichen complain about her.

[“Ughhh, that demon Lin Qingyou bullied my brother again!”]

[“I swear, I’ll never forgive Lin Qingyou! She’s tormenting my brother nonstop!”]

[“What kind of spell did she put on my brother? Why does he let her treat him like this?”]

[“Lin Qingyou, I curse you! May your instant noodles have no seasoning packets, and may you find no toilet paper when you need it!”]

Back then, Yin Yixuan hadn’t taken it seriously.

He simply thought Yin Yichen was being dramatic.

After all, any man with sense wouldn’t abandon a woman as stunning as Ming Yu for someone else.

Yin Hanyu wasn’t an idiot.

But now…

Yin Yixuan frowned. Even Leng Yifeng was saying this?

Could Yin Hanyu really have been seeing another woman behind Ming Yu’s back?

“Fuck…”

Yin Yixuan kicked the tea table in frustration.

Leng Yifeng was startled by his sudden outburst. “Second Young Master, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” Yin Yixuan muttered. “I just feel like killing someone.”

Leng Yifeng was shocked—then elated.

He thought Yin Yixuan had agreed to cooperate in taking down Yin Hanyu.

Excited, Leng Yifeng extended his hand for a handshake. “Second Young Master, then let’s have a successful partnership?”

“Successful partnership?”

Yin Yixuan looked at Leng Yifeng as if he were a complete idiot, his face full of disdain. “When did I say I’d work with you?”

Leng Yifeng’s expression changed instantly. “What do you mean?”

Yin Yixuan smirked. “Exactly what I said.”

Leng Yifeng thought Yin Yixuan was hesitating due to lack of trust.

So, in an attempt to prove his sincerity, he revealed another secret that Yin Yixuan could use against him.

“To be honest, I wanted to kill Yin Hanyu that day too. But before I could act, you struck first.”

“What did you just say?”

Yin Yixuan’s face darkened instantly, his deep eyes brimming with killing intent.

Without hesitation, he kicked Leng Yifeng hard.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Do you even deserve to kill him?”