Chapter 97: The Most Unlikely Person is Often the Most Likely One

Yin Hanyu didn’t drive straight home after work. Instead, he wandered around the streets in his car.

Yin Yichen, ever the gossip, quickly asked, “Bro, did you have a fight with sis-in-law?”

Yin Hanyu shot him a glare. “Do you have a death wish?”

Yin Yichen immediately slapped his own mouth three times. “I was talking nonsense, just nonsense.”

“But bro, why aren’t you going home right away?”

According to the internet, a married man not rushing home usually means something is up.

Spotting a quaint and elegant shop, Yin Hanyu finally pulled over and went inside.

After discussing with the designer inside for quite some time, he came out to find that night had already fallen.

Yin Yichen, who had been dozing off in the car, finally realized that Yin Hanyu had been making preparations for the wedding.

Although they had already registered their marriage, the wedding ceremony had yet to take place.

He was determined to give Lin Qingyou the grandest wedding possible.

Before heading home, Yin Hanyu even stopped by a florist to buy a bouquet of vibrant red roses.

Yin Yichen, always one to poke fun, remarked, “Bro, roses are so cliché. Red roses, in particular, are the ultimate cliché.”

Yin Hanyu kicked him. “Get lost. What do you know, you single dog? Who has a wife—you or me?”

Yin Yichen: “……”

Why the sudden lethal attack?

Sure, he didn’t have a wife, but what crime had he committed?

“Hurry up and scram,” Yin Hanyu said, preparing to drive off.

But Yin Yichen reflexively covered his head and weakly protested, “I’m not leaving. I want to eat dried mushroom fried rice and stir-fried wild mushrooms. Sis-in-law said she’d make it for me. I’ll leave after I eat.”

Yin Hanyu: “……”

Yet, when they got home, Lin Qingyou hadn’t cooked at all. She was sitting alone on the couch, looking troubled and distressed.

Yin Yichen, ever quick-witted, sensed something was off and bolted out of there immediately.

Heh, what a clever little escape artist.

No way was he getting caught in the crossfire of this war.

“Qingyou, what’s wrong?”

Hearing Yin Hanyu’s gentle voice, Lin Qingyou snapped out of her daze, slowly shifting her gaze toward the familiar figure standing at the door.

Yin Hanyu stood tall, holding a bouquet of radiant red roses, like a shining beacon that instantly dispelled the heavy atmosphere in the room.

Lin Qingyou was momentarily stunned before a soft smile naturally formed on her lips.

“You’re back…”

She got up and walked toward him, her steps light.

Yin Hanyu extended his hand, offering her the bouquet of fresh, dew-kissed roses.

“For me?”

Lin Qingyou was surprised, but soon, her face lit up with happiness as she took the bouquet joyfully.

“If not for you, then who else?”

Yin Hanyu gently pinched her cheek before taking off his coat.

“Hehe…” Lin Qingyou leaned in and took a deep breath, savoring the intoxicating floral scent.

Then, she opened her eyes, beaming. “What made you suddenly think of giving me flowers?”

After all, Yin Hanyu was the definition of a straightforward, no-frills kind of man. Romance wasn’t something that ever seemed to cross his mind.

Hearing her question, Yin Hanyu’s ears turned slightly red. He awkwardly scratched his head and muttered, “I learned it from the internet.”

He had come across an article that said even after marriage, a husband shouldn’t forget to create romantic moments for his wife.

Married women often long for that exclusive kind of romance even more.

“From the internet?”

Lin Qingyou couldn’t help but laugh at that answer.

He really was the epitome of a blunt, honest man.

But the fact that he had put in the effort and acted on it filled her heart with warmth and joy.

“Thank you, baby…” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “I love it.”

Lin Qingyou quickly found a vase and carefully arranged the roses in it, one by one.

From behind, Yin Hanyu wrapped his arms around her, pressing his cheek against hers.

“Why were you staring off into space on the couch earlier?”

“Did something upset you? Or did you run into some trouble?”

She had been so happy earlier when they were eating beef noodles together.

“Leng Yifeng’s mother came to see me…”

“What did she want?” Yin Hanyu’s eyes darkened with a hint of anger. “Did she ask you to take care of Leng Yifeng?”

Lin Qingyou shook her head. “Her 50th birthday is in three days. She’s hosting a charity gala and personally invited me to attend.”

Yin Hanyu caressed her face gently. “If you don’t want to go, then don’t. Why are you so troubled?”

Lin Qingyou tightened her arms around his waist and looked up at him. “Do you remember that dream I told you about?”

“That dream?” She had told him about so many dreams.

“In that dream, I attended a banquet. When I woke up, a bunch of reporters stormed into the room and started taking endless photos of me. There were several men lying beside me, and all of us were in a state of disarray.”

However, she was certain that nothing had actually happened.

If it weren’t for her experience with Yin Hanyu, she might have been unsure.

But she had experience now.

She wouldn’t be so foolish as to not know whether something had happened to her.

And that was precisely what puzzled her—who had set her up?

If someone had wanted to ruin her, why hadn’t they gone all the way?

“That incident brought so much humiliation upon me… My father, and especially Leng Yifeng…”

Yin Hanyu clenched his fists, heart aching as he held her close. “Qingyou, don’t be scared. It was just a dream…”

But it wasn’t.

Lin Qingyou’s eyes turned misty as she gazed at him.

Only he had stood by her, ignoring everyone else’s judgment and declaring that she was his wife, that she wasn’t that kind of person.

He had been the first to analyze the situation logically and guide public opinion, proving that she had been framed.

That was the only reason why, gradually, some voices had started defending her.

“The banquet in your dream… was it Leng Yifeng’s mother’s birthday party?”

Lin Qingyou nodded.

“And in your dream, do you know who set you up?”

Lin Qingyou shook her head.

Her first suspicion had been Lin Qingqing, given her history.

But precisely because of that history, Lin Qingqing’s offer of a drink at the banquet had been met with refusal.

That night, Lin Qingyou had kept a low profile, staying in the background.

Yet, she had still been drugged.

But everyone had eaten the same food.

So why had she been the only one affected?

“Why didn’t you suspect Leng Yifeng’s mother? She was the one who invited you. It was her banquet, after all.”

“Because…” Lin Qingyou grasped Yin Hanyu’s hand. “Promise you won’t get mad.”

“Because Leng Yifeng’s mother has always wanted me to be her daughter-in-law. Aside from the hypnosis incident, she has always been kind to me.”

“That night, she even gave me a jade bracelet that’s been passed down in her family, saying it was for her future daughter-in-law…”

She hadn’t even given Lin Qingyou the chance to refuse before slipping it onto her wrist.

She had liked Lin Qingyou so much, had so readily accepted her as her son’s future wife—why would she ruin her?

After all, as Leng Yifeng had said, if she was disgraced, it would affect him and even the entire Leng family’s reputation.

To outsiders, she and Leng Yifeng had always been considered a well-matched pair.

Yin Hanyu flicked her forehead lightly. “Qingyou, the most unlikely person… is often the most likely one.”