Hearing Si Jin let out a heavy sigh, Yu Linyuan quickly released his grip and apologized in a soft voice, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper for a moment. Did you hurt me?"

Si Jin shook her head, seemingly only then realizing that she had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you are Lu Ting's uncle. I shouldn't have said that to him. Please don't take it to heart."

"..."

"That bastard doesn't deserve to call me uncle." Yu Linyuan's expression was grim. He stood up, reached out and placed the frail boy on the hospital bed, and spoke earnestly.

"Listen, I'm going to break up the Lu family. Everyone in the Lu family, including Lu Ting, will suffer. And don't contact Lu Ting again. He's a bastard who lied to you."

"I'll leave Xiao Jiang here. After he finishes his IV drip, I'll have him take you home. Your health is too poor; you need to take good care of yourself, understand?"

“But…” Si Jin glanced at the umbrella beside her: “Lu Ting asked me to bring him an umbrella…”

umbrella?

Yu Linyuan turned his gaze to the black umbrella on the side—this was the umbrella that Yu Sijin had insisted on carrying even after getting out of the car, despite her acute asthma.

So it was meant for Lu Ting. Lu Ting is really something!

Yu Linyuan picked up an umbrella from the side, a hint of gloom in his eyes: "I'll take it for you, you can rest."

"Thank you." Si Jin nodded blankly, and after Yu Linyuan turned around, she picked up a pen and wrote something behind his back.

After writing it down, he would hide the note in his palm, covering it completely with his knuckles.

As Yu Linyuan reached the door, he suddenly heard a voice: "Uncle Yu."

This title finally made Yu Linyuan feel a little better, and he didn't even realize that he was subconsciously happy.

Si Jin sat on the hospital bed, and being rather short, Yu Linyuan turned around, lowered his head, and leaned down to comfort him, asking, "What's wrong?"

"Your tie is messed up." Si Jin raised her hand and gently straightened his tie, secretly slipping a note into his pocket under the cover of her movements.

He then said, "That's much better. Goodbye."

The boy smiled, revealing two shallow dimples on his cheeks, instantly giving people a sense of peace and tranquility.

Yu Linyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he patted Si Jin's head: "I'll come see you when I have time."

After saying that, he left the ward.

Xiao Yao stared blankly at the departing man, then asked in a daze, "Sir, what did you put in his pocket?"

Fish bait.

Xiao Yao: ? ? ?

So, is Little Heavenly Lord a fish?

Si Jin ignored the little tiger's convoluted thoughts, lowered her head, opened her phone, and looked at it intently.

Xiao Yao curiously peeked over: "Sir, what are you looking at?"

"Want to watch a movie together?" Si Jin generously offered, enticing the little tiger to peek over.

One glance was enough to make the hairs on his body stand on end—this was no movie, it was clearly surveillance footage of Yu Linyuan.

So, the master not only slipped a note into Yu Linyuan's pocket, but also hid a pinhole camera in his tie.

Not only that, but he also solidified his desire to kill Lu Ting with just a few words.

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

Xiao Yao lowered its head and carefully stroked its own fur—why did it feel that the delicate, smiling adult was more terrifying than when it was acting crazy?

… …

On the other side, at the Grand Hotel.

Lu Ting was holding his lover Jiang Xuanxuan in the lobby, enjoying the rain and gently coaxing her.

"Honey, don't worry. My uncle is Yu Linyuan, the world's No. 1 big shot. He'll be back in the country in the next few days."

"When the time comes, I'll invite him to your art exhibition. Once he goes, I guarantee a lot of celebrities will come to support you, and you'll make a fortune. Your reputation will spread like wildfire."