All the people were buzzing with discussion, all pointing and gesturing at Lin Qian.
Lin Qian was stunned and followed everyone’s gaze to the big screen, her eyes widening in disbelief.
What on earth is going on?
The big screen, which was supposed to cycle through the loving monts the Yin Family’s elders had docunted over the years, was now replaced with scenes of her interacting with countless n.
Lin Yi, Liu Yang, Zheng Tianhe...
These n were either custors shopping in the mall or n harboring ulterior motives to take advantage of her.
And as for herself in the photos, whoever took them had been very crafty, making her look extrely seductive in every single one.
Whether she was eating or at the workplace, she appeared to be enticing n.
Soone was deliberately trying to tarnish her reputation!
Lin Qian’s face paled, her heart sinking, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
In such a situation, with so many reporters outside, she was utterly at a loss for words.
Her gaze involuntarily swept towards Yin Moran, her heart in turmoil.
"Moran, I..."
Yin Moran’s handso face was grim, his dark eyes filled with the storm of an impending tempest.
He lowered his eyes to Lin Qian, his voice slightly heavy, "Don’t worry, you go take a break in the lounge, I’ll go in and have a look."
There were also electronic screens inside the banquet hall.
Perhaps everyone had seen these photos.
Who had ticulously prepared all this?
"I..."
Lin Qian’s fingers curled slightly, and in the end, she didn’t say much more, allowing the man to escort her quickly toward the hotel.
Behind her, Zhao Wan’s face showed malicious glee.
"My god, this is so interesting! So Lin Qian is that promiscuous? Tsk tsk, judging by her dressing and appearance, these are photos of her entertaining male clients, right? For the sake of performance, is it that as long as it’s a man, she can put on this coquettish act? Eh? Isn’t this the man who was just pestering Lin Qian in the restroom? Flies don’t swarm on a seamless egg; it seems it wasn’t him pestering Lin Qian, but rather Lin Qian seducing him!"
"Enough! Qianqian is not that sort of person. Please, keep a clean mouth, don’t be a gossip."
Su Yu’an had heard enough, unable to contain himself any longer, he scolded Zhao Wan.
"Su Yu’an, you’re quite sothing too! With Lin Qian being such trash, already played out by n, and yet you and Yin Moran still treasure her like a gem? Are you sick? Or do you just like spoiled won?"
"You..."
Su Yu’an’s face changed color, his clenched fists indicating how angry he was.
"Lady, I don’t hit won, but don’t push !"
He was in no mood to squabble with this woman; he needed to hurry inside and see what had happened.
The photos on the big screen were definitely spread intentionally.
Soone had specifically collected these photos to wait for this grand occasion to deal Lin Qian a deadly blow.
Who could it be?
Su Yu’an’s cool gaze swept towards Gu Yan, who was quiet but had a glint in her eyes, her gentle countenance tense.
He had seen several of the photos before.
When he was in the hospital, Gu Yan had brought those photos to show him specifically.
So, was it Gu Yan who orchestrated this?
Because she resented his feelings for Lin Qian, she specifically collected these photos with the intent to destroy Lin Qian’s reputation in front of many high-profile individuals, to make Lin Qian’s na drag through the mud!
Gu Yan!
Su Yu’an stared coldly at Gu Yan, but eventually, without saying much more, he strode toward the banquet hall.
Inside, Yin Moran was escorting Lin Qian halfway when they encountered Nangong Li and Yin Qinglan.
"Old Yin."
"Brother."
Nangong Li’s expression was sowhat grave, while Yin Qinglan looked concerned.
None of them had expected that, halfway through the banquet, there would appear intimate photos of Lin Qian with various n.
"Qinglan, take Lin Qian to the rest area for a break. Li, hurry to the backstage and remove the photos from the electronic screen."
Yin Moran instructed the two with composure.
Both acknowledged and were about to part ways when a cry of surprise emanated from the hall, and it was unclear what had transpired.
Yin Moran’s eyes slightly tightened as he strode toward the interior.
The man looked stern, his extraordinary long legs stirring up a chill breeze.
Lin Qian’s red lips were tightly pursed, her pale face showing her intent to enter the rest area with Yin Qinglan accompanying her, but a glance caught sight of soone grabbing her son’s arm!
They couldn’t bully her son!
"Hey, Lin Qian!"
Yin Qinglan paused, quickly giving chase.
In the hall, Chu Ziyang was being held by the arm, his little face tense as he glared back at the man.
Zheng Tianhe was soaked through, with wine dripping down his hair, looking completely disheveled.
"You little brat, how dare you splash with wine?"
"Your mouth stinks, your whole body stinks, so you need a wash."
Chu Ziyang’s face was cold as he stood unafraid in front of the man who’d spoken ill of Lin Qian.
"You ill-bred bastard, is your mother too busy seducing n to teach you manners?"
Zheng Tianhe felt ridiculed by Chu Ziyang, his grip tightening with venom in his gaze.
All he did was mock Lin Qian for seducing him after spotting her photo on the electronic screen, even flirting back with him in the restroom.
Out of nowhere, this damned kid had splashed several glasses of wine on him.
How could he swallow such an insult quietly?
"Filthy mouth! Asking for a beating."
Chu Ziyang’s juvenile voice rang out, yet it was filled with a chilling edge.
Before Zheng Tianhe could react, he was sohow pinned with his arm twisted behind him.
A snap sounded, the noise of a joint dislocating.
Zheng Tianhe let out a wretched scream, collapsing to his knees with a thud.
"Ah! The pain! Help!"
Zheng Tianhe’s cries continued, as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
The surrounding guests inhaled sharply, instinctively stepping back, and a flurry of whispers filled the air.
"My God, is that really a child? How can he be so violent!"
"Indeed! I heard that man’s bones crack. Tsk, is that kid a monster?"
"Terrifying! What kind of family does Lin Qian have around her!"
"Exactly! A gambling addict father, a monster-like brat, and she’s like a social butterfly—outrageous! With a woman like that, how could Mr. Yin ever look her way?"
"..."
Everyone was abuzz, disparaging Lin Qian to no end.
Chu Ziyang’s face grew stiffer, his dark eyes blazing as he scanned the crowd, his fists clenched tight, ready to lash out at any mont.
"Zirui."
"Baby."
Yin Moran strode forward, with Lin Qian following behind.
The two arrived one after the other, exchanging a look as Lin Qian was the first to pull Chu Ziyang into her arms.
Yin Moran’s brow furrowed slightly as he observed the woman’s slender figure enveloping Chu Ziyang, his gaze sweeping around and settling on Zheng Tianhe.
By that ti, Zheng Tianhe was already in so much pain that he lay on the ground whining, unable to move.
A hint of surprise flashed in Yin Moran’s dark eyes, though he remained composed.
Zheng Tianhe had received quite the lesson.
That kid was unexpectedly formidable?
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