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“Ming Yu was just one of the children in that group. We were assigned to the same team…”
“We trained together…”
“From the age of nine to twenty-one, for twelve whole years… we were always together.”
They endured inhuman torture and training together, carried out missions, and killed together.
They had seen each other at their most disgusting and filthy moments.
They had also witnessed each other’s bloodiest and cruelest sides.
Yin Hanyu pinched Lin Qingyou’s cheek. “Why are you quiet? Are you jealous?”
“Jealous of what?” Lin Qingyou lightly patted Yin Hanyu.
Then, she hugged him tightly. “I just feel sorry for you…”
She felt so sorry that she didn’t even know what to say.
She had just witnessed her own mother being killed by her father.
Her heart had already fallen into hell…
And in the next second, even her body followed.
He was just a child back then!
When he was little, he was a baby cherished by his mother.
But in the blink of an eye, he was thrown into a life of inhuman suffering…
Twelve whole years?
How did he survive it all?
Tears fell from Lin Qingyou’s eyes uncontrollably.
Yin Hanyu cupped her face and gently kissed away her tears. “Xiao Qingyou, you’re such a little fool.”
“You’re the fool…” Lin Qingyou’s voice was muffled from crying. “I’m very smart.”
Yin Hanyu chuckled indulgently and held her even tighter. “You know, Ming Yu once explained our relationship to Yin Yixuan, but he didn’t believe her.”
“Ming Yu is a very proud girl. If Yin Yixuan doubted her even once, then to her, he was out.”
“Huh?” Lin Qingyou frowned, curious. “Why did Ming Yu and Yin Yixuan even get involved with each other?”
Their worlds were completely different.
They didn’t even seem like people from the same universe.
How could such two people develop emotional entanglements?
“I’m not entirely sure about the details…” Yin Hanyu said. “We aren’t the type to pry into others’ private affairs.”
“I just know that Ming Yu went on a mission, something happened to her… she seemed to have lost her memory, and Yin Yixuan took her in.”
“And then, they were together for a while.”
“Later, when Ming Yu regained her memories, she came back to find me.” Yin Hanyu chuckled helplessly. “Because of that, he was convinced that Ming Yu liked me and held a grudge against me.”
“You didn’t explain?”
“Explain?” Yin Hanyu sighed. “What’s the point? Even when Ming Yu explained, he didn’t believe her. Why would he believe me?”
“Is Yin Yixuan really that stubborn?” Lin Qingyou frowned. “Could it all just be a misunderstanding?”
Yin Hanyu playfully flicked Lin Qingyou’s nose. “Silly, his reaction is actually the normal one.”
Yin Yixuan was raised by the Yin family as their heir since birth. He was trained to be extremely wary and defensive toward everyone.
So how could he just easily believe someone’s words?
Lin Qingyou, on the other hand, was rare… Yin Hanyu held her even tighter and kissed her forehead.
“Qingyou, why do you trust me so much? You believe everything I say?”
After all, he and Ming Yu had truly fought life-and-death battles together for twelve years.
They were each other’s closest and most trusted partners.
“Because I know you love me!”
“Yin Yixuan, I’m telling you one last time—I am not involved with Yin Hanyu in the way you think.”
“Oh really?” Yin Yixuan sneered. “Yin Hanyu recently got himself a new little girlfriend, Lin Qingyou, or something like that. Could it be that he dumped you, and now you’ve suddenly remembered me?”
Ming Yu stared at Yin Yixuan, his face still carrying traces of the beating he received from Lin Qingyou.
Ming Yu smirked. “Yin Yixuan, you totally deserved that beating.”
She was tempted to beat him up herself.
Yin Yixuan’s face darkened. “Ming Yu, are you mocking me or insulting me?”
Ming Yu calmly replied with two words, “Both.”
Yin Yixuan: “…”
“Yin Yixuan, if you ever dare lay a hand on Yin Hanyu again, you’re asking for death yourself.” Ming Yu poked his chest with her finger. “You can’t even beat Lin Qingyou, yet you think you can kill Yin Hanyu?”
“If he really wanted to kill you, you would’ve died countless times by now.”
“And one more thing—our matters have nothing to do with anyone else. If you keep dragging others into this, I will only despise you more…”
Ming Yu threw those words at him and turned to leave.
Yin Yixuan roared at her back, “So, in the end, you just think I’m not as good as Yin Hanyu!”
Ming Yu paused for a moment. “You really aren’t as good as him.”
Yin Yixuan: “…”
Yin Hanyu did not go to work early in the morning. Instead, he returned to the Yin family’s ancestral home.
“Grandfather, I did everything you asked. Now, give me the household registration book.” Yin Hanyu stretched out his hand towards Old Master Yin.
Old Master Yin said, “I already told your father to give it to you. What, he hasn’t given it to you yet?”
Yin Hanyu’s face instantly darkened, his eyes turning dangerously cold. “Grandfather, don’t force me to be an unfilial grandson.”
Old Master Yin: “…”
“What kind of nonsense is that?” Old Master Yin opened a drawer, took out an exquisite box, and handed it to Yin Hanyu. “Your father’s birthday is coming up soon. Knowing you’re terrible at choosing gifts, I’ve already prepared one for you. Give this to him on his birthday.”
Yin Hanyu took the luxurious, finely crafted box.
Just as Old Master Yin sighed in relief, the next second, Yin Hanyu tossed the expensive box straight into the trash can.
“You brat, what are you doing?”
Old Master Yin was furious. Did he have it easy?
Why did he have to be caught between his son and grandson like this?
Old Master Yin felt utterly miserable.
But he had no choice.
One was his eldest son, the other was his eldest grandson. If he didn’t try to mend their relationship, who would?
And who would dare?
Yin Hanyu’s gaze turned icy. “I have no father. I never had one, and I never will.”
“You—”
“If you’re smart, stop wasting your efforts. Otherwise, I’ll cut you off too and never set foot in the Yin family again.”
“Hanyu, he is still your biological father. No matter what, blood ties can’t be severed.”
“Biological father?”
Yin Hanyu sneered. “When I was suffering through hell, I only survived because I held onto my hatred and my desire for revenge against him…”
Old Master Yin was furious. “I told you, your mother wasn’t killed by your father!”
“No one in this world loved your mother more than your father did.”
“Love?” Yin Hanyu laughed mockingly. “Don’t insult the word ‘love,’ and don’t insult my mother.”
If Yin Haoting truly loved his mother, why did he grow up fatherless?
If Yin Haoting truly loved his mother, why did he take a second wife and have another son?
Does a man like that deserve to talk about love?
Disgusting.