Chu Yelin steadied his emotions and slowly opened his eyes.
His slender fingers gently wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes, and his long, narrow gaze grew cold once more.
His mother’s tragic death, his unfortunate childhood—everything was the work of the Yin Family!
Aside from the Yin Family, there was another person who deserved death a thousand tis over!
If she hadn’t betrayed them, how could his mother have ended up like this?
That chief secretary, the woman Yin Zhongjie loved, she was also one of the executioners who caused his tragic childhood.
So, for the sins they committed, if they cannot repay them, their children must bear the cost!
Yin Moran, Lin Qian—one is Yin Zhongjie’s most beloved son, the other is the daughter of the chief secretary. He would make sure they paid a heavy price!
Chu Yelin leaned back against the bed, the chill in his long, narrow eyes growing sharper. Like a venomous snake spitting its toxic tongue, his gaze could make anyone tremble with fear!
Outside, Old Madam Yin arrived at the VIP floor, letting out a deep sigh as her gaze swept across the spotless white walls.
It’s fate, isn’t it?
The grudges of the previous generation are destined to carry over to these young ones?
There was a trace of heartache in her sigh, mingled with self-reproach.
It was her failure to raise her son properly that allowed him to be both passionate and rciless.
Her son’s personality—who did he take after? How is it that he didn’t inherit her husband’s faithfulness?
And now her eldest grandson...
Old Madam Yin’s thoughts churned as she prepared to visit Candy, but a sudden tightness gripped her chest.
"Madam!"
"Grandmother!"
Yin Moran, just stepping out of the ward, imdiately saw Old Madam Yin clutching her chest, supported by others as she struggled to breathe. Alard, he strode over in quick steps.
"Grandmother, what’s wrong?"
"It’s nothing serious, just a bit of tightness in my chest."
Old Madam Yin waved her hand and took a deep breath to calm herself down.
She lifted her eyes to the tall and handso man standing before her, reaching out to gently pat his long fingers.
"Are Candy and Lin Qian all right?"
This was the grandson she took great pride in, whose abilities surpassed even those of his biological father.
Chu Yelin wanted to challenge him, and she felt both worried and resigned.
If a confrontation was inevitable, she naturally hoped her eldest grandson would erge victorious.
Yet, Lin Qian...
"They’re recovering well. In a couple of days, they’ll be discharged from the hospital."
Yin Moran supported Old Madam Yin, a flicker of worry flashing across his sharp features.
"That’s good."
Old Madam Yin paused before speaking, "Moran, how far have you and Lin Qian gotten? What does she really think? And... are her two sons... really Chu Yelin’s?"
She couldn’t be blad for suspecting. After all, Chu Yelin was that woman’s son. He had returned for vengeance.
The timing of all this was simply too coincidental.
Upon hearing Old Madam Yin’s words, Yin Moran fell silent for a while before responding, "Chu Yelin claims he and Chu Ziyang have conducted a genetic comparison. So, I sent soone to the blood bank of the hospital in Country F to retrieve the data. It confird that he wasn’t lying. I also investigated what happened four years ago. It’s true that he was in Su City during that ti and stayed near the hotel where Lin Qian was assaulted. All the evidence points to this: He is the man who ruined Lin Qian’s innocence four years ago. He is the biological father of the two children."
Though he didn’t want to admit it, the facts were undeniable.
Yin Moran’s dark eyes deepened, and a cool aura surrounded him.
Upon hearing this, Old Madam Yin let out a sigh. She opened her mouth as if to reveal Chu Yelin’s origins but ultimately swallowed the words back.
"Then what does Lin Qian want to do now? Chu Yelin is the children’s biological father, and he saved her. So, does she..."
"I won’t let her leave with Chu Yelin."
Yin Moran’s tone was steadfast as he spoke.
Old Madam Yin nodded her head, her aged face lined with weariness. "Very well, then handle it as you see fit. I’m tired and won’t go in to see Candy and Lin Qian. I’ll wait until they’re discharged to visit them."
The matters of the young should be left to the young to resolve.
If Chu Yelin wanted to take what belonged to her eldest grandson, then it would depend on whether her grandson had the ability to keep it.
If his belongings were taken, it could only an he wasn’t good enough. He could bla no one else.
"I’ll take you."
"No need. Go back and stay with Candy and Lin Qian."
Old Madam Yin waved her hand, signaling Yin Moran to stop.
Yin Moran’s brows furrowed slightly as he assisted Old Madam Yin into the elevator.
"Grandmother, do you truly have no objections to being with Lin Qian?"
Grandmother seed off today—was sothing weighing on her mind?
"My dear grandson, I only hope you won’t be like your father—too fickle in love. If you start a family with a woman, then remain loyal, for better or worse. Don’t invite unnecessary entanglents."
Old Madam Yin looked earnestly at Yin Moran as she spoke.
Yin Moran pressed his thin lips together tightly, nodding solemnly. He promised, "Don’t worry, Grandmother. I’m not the kind of man to be fickle."
Having witnessed his mother’s unhappy life, he had long vowed that once he found the woman he was ant for, he would never let her down!
"Good. That’s all I ask."
Old Madam Yin nodded with satisfaction as Yin Moran helped her out of the elevator and into the car waiting outside, driven by the Yin Family chauffeur.
...
Night fell as expected.
Lin Qian sat on the bed, holding Candy in her arms, the phone in her hand as she video-called Chu Ziyang.
Over the past two days, the kindergarten had hosted events, so the two little ones hadn’t visited the hospital.
For so reason—perhaps just her imagination—Lin Qian felt as though the two children were upset about sothing.
Their identical little faces looked so serious when they saw her, void of their usual smiles.
How strange!
"Ziyang, where’s your brother? Is he still busy?"
After chatting with Chu Ziyang for a while, Lin Qian casually asked.
On the other end of the video, the little one pressed his lips together. "Brother is still working on his assignnts. Mommy, do you want to talk to Brother?"
"Assignnts? Is it that entrance task from the research institute?"
Lin Qian blinked as she asked.
A few days ago, her son had ntioned this to her. Because of his performance in a recent competition, his aptitude had attracted the attention of the National Research Institute, which had co to recruit him.
As for Chu Ziyang, his own aptitude was excellent as well, but due to his nationality, he hadn’t been favored.
Could this be why the two children were upset?
Though Chu Ziyang repeatedly denied being upset, Lin Qian couldn’t shake the feeling that sothing was off about their attitudes.
"Yeah, Mommy, look, Brother is working on his assignnts."
Chu Ziyang moved the cara to just outside the study door, cracking it open slightly so Lin Qian could see Lin Zirui inside.
The video revealed a corner of the study.
The little one sat upright, his small hands flying across the keyboard as he worked, his young face serious and focused.
There wasn’t even the faintest trace of a four-year-old child’s innocence in his expression.
Instead, he resembled a miniature version of Yin Moran at work—his deanor so serious that one almost instinctively held their breath, afraid to disturb him.
Lin Qian silently took note of this, her thoughts inexplicably linking the two of them together.
Quickly shaking herself free of her wandering thoughts, she said, "Alright, I understand. We won’t disturb him while he’s working. Ziyang, are you sure you’re not upset? If you want to join the research institute too, I’ll talk to your father about transferring your registration back here."
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