Chapter 110 The Battle to Protect the Marriage (The End)
The news of Chu Guanqian's death reached Lin Langyi's ears in the middle of the night.
The dramatic thing is that Feng Congning was the first to make the call to Cheng Yanjin, because she had received a rumor that Yuan Pingran and Yuan Chuyu had been called in by the police for questioning. It was good to know about such a major event that would affect the future of Yingyuan Group as soon as possible.
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yanjin muttered to himself, "How could he suddenly die? I remember he was in good health."
He turned his head and said, "Hey, you're leaving? Don't rush me."
Lin Langyi had already changed her clothes. When she stepped on the ground, she kicked her slippers half a meter away because she put too much force into them.
During Feng Congning's call, which was half inquiring and half warning, Lin Langyi checked her phone list. Yuan Chuyu hadn't said anything. If it was because he was taken away by the police suddenly and didn't have time to notify her, that would be understandable. But just two hours earlier, he had sent her a message asking, "What do you want to eat tomorrow?" This kind of message, which wouldn't delay eating even if the sky were to fall, revealed an eeriness beneath the calm.
"Did Yuan Chuyu tell you the inside story?" Cheng Yanjin saw her hop barefoot for a couple of steps, then stepped forward to support her arm and bent down to pick up her slippers.
Lin Langyi's expression was unusually serious. She shook her head and tossed the room key to Cheng Yanjin: "Go check out yourself. I'll go find him first."
Cheng Yanjin caught the two room keys in mid-air. Seeing that she had packed all her luggage in the blink of an eye, he felt a little sour: "Aren't you coming back? It was Chu Guanqian who died, not the original Chu Yu."
Lin Langyi turned around and gave him a warning look.
When Lin Langyi arrived at the police station, she happened to run into Yuan Pingran coming out. Lin Langyi called out to her through the car window, but Yuan Pingran seemed to have just been crying. She covered her forehead with her hand and got into the car without hearing the commotion.
The vehicle drove away quickly, and Lin Langyi didn't pay any attention. He parked the car and went into the police station to inquire about the situation.
Yuan Chuyu was still being questioned.
Specific details could not be disclosed, but Lin Langyi quickly pieced together the whole story from the scattered information as a family member.
Chu Guanqian died at his mistress's house. Less than twenty minutes after entering, he was stabbed to death on the spot by Deng Xiu, the ex-boyfriend who was desperately searching for his mistress.
Deng Xiu has been arrested.
Originally, it had nothing to do with Yuan Chuyu and Yuan Pingran, but upon investigation along what seemed like a sure thing, it was discovered that Deng Xiu, who had been unable to find his ex-girlfriend, had suddenly and accurately located Chu Guanqian's position over the past six months, as if he had gained supernatural insight, and chose to take action today.
Of course, the two family members were not the only ones who knew about Chu Guanqian's itinerary. Moreover, the lie he told his wife was that he was working overtime and on a business trip, which did not match the fact that he was actually having an affair.
But as luck would have it, the smart electronic lock at the entrance of the detached villa where the mistress is kept has run out of power these past two days, so people can enter from the outside without entering a password by simply pressing down on the doorknob.
Almost no one knows about this.
However, according to the surveillance footage, Deng Xiu, who had not scouted the place beforehand, seemed to know about the situation in advance. On his first visit, he didn't even enter or try the password. He opened the door, pulled out a knife, and stabbed the person in one swift motion.
During questioning, Deng Xiu frankly admitted that he had received an anonymous letter containing Chu Guanqian's information and the location of his property. As for the lock, he said he had watched Chu Guanqian buy it himself after following him for several days.
The young lover firmly denied the possibility that she had lingered with her ex-lover and conspired to kill Chu Guanqian. She tearfully swore that she had only told Chu Guanqian about the electronic lock and that she had not left the house during the two days the lock was broken. Chu Guanqian had only wanted to "casually" come and see her and promised to bring a new battery.
The problem is that Chu Guanqian's secretary confirmed that he bought the replacement battery himself, and that he ordered it online and had it delivered to the old house by express delivery, not that Deng Xiu "saw Chu Guanqian go to the store to buy it himself."
The replacement battery had been sitting at home for two days. Considering that Yuan Pingran and Yuan Chuyu were the direct beneficiaries of Chu Guanqian's death, they naturally needed to be questioned routinely.
In fact, as one of the major shareholders of Yingyuan, Lin Langyi should have participated in the investigation, but she has not returned home once in the past few days. One of the days was supposed to be the day she and Yuan Chuyu would go back to the old house as usual, but Yuan Chuyu sent her a message that day saying that he knew she was in a bad mood and did not want to pretend to be affectionate with him, so he used his busy work as an excuse to cancel.
So she distanced herself completely.
However, Yuan Chuyu himself went back to the old house around 10 p.m. and drove away a dozen minutes later.
Lin Langyi remembered the asset transfer agreement that had been sent to her hotel room, which she had kept in her suitcase and hadn't signed yet.
The constantly opening and closing glass doors let in the wind. She sat on a bench in the police station waiting area, dialing lawyers' contact information on her phone one by one.
Yuan Chuyu didn't come out for another hour or so. Ying Yuan's legal team and the private lawyer that Lin Langyi had hired were all present. Yuan Chuyu walked in the middle. Unlike Yuan Pingran, who had obviously cried bitterly, his expression was indifferent and calm, and he could not see any emotional fluctuations.
But soon, a change appeared on that overly calm face.
Yuan Chuyu saw Lin Langyi leaning back on the bench. Her long hair wasn't tied up properly, and a strand had fallen down the back of her neck, draped limply over her shoulder. She must have gone home once, because there was a men's overcoat he often wore on her right, and she was holding two bottles of hot milk she had just bought from the convenience store. The milk was a little hot, so she was flipping through it absentmindedly.
She turned to look at him, put her legs down which had been crossed, waved the milk in her hand at him, and then tossed it to him.
The milk traced a parabola in the air. Yuan Chuyu's mind went completely blank, but his body reflexively took half a step forward and caught the warm milk with both hands.
He glanced at his palm, then looked up at her, his face rarely showing a brief blank expression, as if he had been hit on the head by a long-awaited gift, and could only unconsciously repeat the most basic physical movements.
He asked softly, "Zhuzhu, were you waiting for me?"
Lin Langyi stood up, took his coat by the arm, walked over, handed it to him without looking, then naturally took his hand with one hand, and covered her chest with the other, turning to the legal team to thank them, "Thank you all for your hard work so late at night. It happened so suddenly, I was really shocked and scared..."
"It's nothing, it's nothing. I just checked the situation, the suspect has been arrested, and it has nothing to do with President Yuan..."
The coat was taken away, and in order not to let go of the hands that the two had finally managed to hold, Yuan Chuyu awkwardly took it with his right hand across their bodies and hooked it around his arm, while his left hand tightly intertwined with hers.
As Lin Langyi listened to the various discussions around her, she seemed much more composed than Yuan Chuyu, who had suddenly fallen silent. In this situation, she perfectly played the role of a fiancée who was frightened by the murder and anxious because her fiancé was involved.
Yuan Chuyu took a step closer to her, their clothes brushing against each other almost imperceptibly. He lowered his head and stared intently at her eyes, which were like autumn water as she spoke to someone else. From this angle, her fluttering eyelashes curled upwards in a delicate arc, bright and lively.
“We’ll discuss the specifics later. I’ll take him back to calm him down first, and everyone should go home early.” Lin Langyi said goodbye to everyone. When she looked up, she met Yuan Chuyu’s unblinking gaze and pouted, “Look, he can’t even speak.”
When the topic turned to him, Yuan Chuyu blinked slightly, pulling himself out of his meditative state, and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.
After bringing the person back to the car, Lin Langyi glanced at his car and asked, "Shall we each drive back separately?"
Yuan Chuyu quickly said, "I'll leave my car here and come back to pick it up tomorrow."
After saying that, he quickly raised his eyelids to observe her expression, and before she could answer, he obediently lowered his eyelids, looking completely docile.
Lin Langyi looked him over, her hand still being held tightly in his palm.
She tried taking a step back, their hands clasped together, hanging in the middle like a suspension bridge.
Yuan Chuyu quickly followed, silently stretching out his arm so that her hand would hang naturally by her side, attempting to numb her with this one-way approach and make her forget that they were still holding hands.
Lin Langyi slowly took another step back, and he followed suit, pretending nothing had happened. The two of them went back and forth like this three times. Finally, Lin Langyi couldn't take it anymore and said speechlessly, "What, walking back? Not driving?"
Yuan Chuyu finally let go of her hand reluctantly.
Lin Langyi didn't plan to let him drive. After being in a cold war for half a month, he seemed to be driven to the brink of neurosis. It would be safer for her to drive.
The roads were sparsely populated late at night. The moon was bright and the sky was cloudless. Lin Langyi turned on the navigation as soon as she got in the car. The destination was still the resort hotel.
In the quiet carriage, the moment the familiar navigation voice sounded, Yuan Chuyu's eyelids twitched slightly, his eyelashes trembling like insect wings, and his face was pale in the moonlight.
But he didn't stop me. Instead, he said in his usual gentle voice, "Well, it's too late now. Go straight to the hotel and park your car there. You'll need it tomorrow."
"Aren't you going to take me home?" Lin Langyi turned the car around.
"I can choose to stay in a hotel for one night, or take a taxi home, either is fine, you don't need to worry."
Lin Langyi nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
She avoided mentioning Chu Guanqian's accident, and Yuan Chuyu didn't bring it up either. He simply rested the back of his hand on his chin, propped his elbow on the central armrest, and turned slightly to the side, keeping a relatively close distance from her, just like when she took him home when he was "carsick" when they first met.
"Zhuzhu, have you signed the agreement I sent you before?" He had just come out of the police station, and this was the question he was most concerned about.
The navigation system mechanically announced: "Turn left at the traffic light ahead."
Lin Langyi kept her eyes fixed ahead and continued walking straight ahead.
Yuan Chuyu didn't even look where he was going, and said slowly, "I've already gone through the procedures for all the fair agreements. There are only a few that you still need to sign. We haven't registered our marriage yet, so transferring and dividing the assets before marriage won't cause any disputes and will be relatively clean."
Navigation: "Entering the roundabout, please exit from the second exit."
Lin Langyi didn't blink. As he drove past the second exit, the navigation system beeped twice to remind him to change lanes.
She drove away from the fourth exit.
Yuan Chuyu was still slowly talking about the company's affairs, who was available, who was just aligned with his interests, and some people he had already purged through personnel changes... He spoke in great detail, unhurriedly, but he never stopped, as if he was afraid that after this rare meeting tonight, she would disappear from his world again for more than half a month.
"However, you don't need to worry too much. The adjusted Yingyuan team will listen to you. In addition, I have pushed forward the cooperation with Cheng Yangkang that was temporarily suspended. The relationship with Cheng's should be on a higher level than before. At that time, you can control his small share of the pie, 'raise' him properly, and then seize his weakness and slaughter him. If conditions permit, Yingshanhu will take over and expand."
He thought it through carefully: "Cheng Yangkang is still wary of me, but cooperation with Ying Shanhu is a necessity for him. Even if he wants to be wary, he can't sever ties. So what I told Cheng Yangkang was that restarting the cooperation is your idea, so that it will be easier for you to act in the future."
He had almost finished entrusting his affairs after his death. As Lin Langyi listened, he signed the document, and he was truly penniless and penniless.
Navigation: "You will be moving to the right soon. Proceed to the right onto the ramp."
Lin Langyi continued driving steadily on the elevated road.
The navigation system repeatedly warned, "You have deviated from the route," until finally, with no room for maneuver, it could only rigidly repeat:
"Please turn around."
"Please turn around at the appropriate location."
Yuan Chuyu was finally drawn to the frantic navigation.
He turned his head, saw the increasingly familiar route, slightly opened his mouth, and then suddenly fell silent.
The moonlight, bathed in the warm yellow light of the streetlights, reflected on his face again and again, like surging tides.
He asked softly, as if doubting himself, "Are we home?"
Lin Langyi freed her left hand to exit the navigation system that kept stubbornly telling her to "turn around immediately." She would be home in ten more minutes.
When they returned to their marital home and parked the car in the garage, Yuan Chuyu was still somewhat disoriented.
Lin Langyi got out of the car, and he followed her as if waking from a dream. When she grabbed his wrist and led him home, he still felt like he was in a dream.
But Lin Langyi is not gentle at all.
She pulled this person, who was clinging to her as if they were going to the ends of the earth, into her home, slammed the door shut with a bang, rolled her eyes, and finally put on a stern face.
Because she closed the door, she temporarily let go of his hand. Yuan Chuyu did not protest. Only after seeing that she had "closed the door" did he reach out his hand again, indicating that they could continue holding hands.
Lin Langyi slapped his hand away with a loud "smack," the force of which immediately turned the pale skin on the back of his hand red.
Yuan Chuyu paused, his expression unchanged, and withdrew his hand, letting it hang at his side.
Two seconds later, the hand that she had slapped hard was quietly hidden behind her back.
He still stood straight and tall, obediently listening to her as if he were about to be trained.
Lin Langyi looked him up and down, then hooked her index finger down his turtleneck sweater and glanced at his neck. He bent down slightly following her force, and just as his back curved into a beautiful arc, she pushed him back without mercy.
Caught off guard, he stumbled backward and bumped into the wall. Lin Langyi said coldly, "Couldn't you have done it more cleanly?"
Yuan Chuyu was stunned. He blinked slowly and raised his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on his sweater.
"When you spontaneously arranged to meet Bian Shu, you had the ability to get the police to classify it as an accident. How come you got involved in something that was planned for a long time?"
Lin Langyi took a step closer to him and noticed that the redness from his allergy on his neck hadn't faded yet. She wondered what he had been doing in a daze these past few days, so she irritably pulled down his collar, which he had just straightened, grabbed his chin, turned it around to check it, and then let go and pushed him back.
Yuan Chuyu was so swayed by her movements that he tilted his head back, raised his chin, and revealed his Adam's apple, which slowly rolled up and down a few times.
He said, "I didn't—"
"That's enough," Lin Langyi interrupted him, lowering her voice as she spoke menacingly. "You can fool others, but you can't fool me. The first day you brought me home for dinner, why do you think I threw the camera in your room into Chu Guanqian's fish tank? And what's written in that leather notebook of yours? If I hadn't come today, would you have even left without a lawyer? If I had just gone back to the hotel and abandoned you, would you have gone to the cemetery next and burned that notebook in front of the grave?"
"Afraid of leaving any trace for the police to see? Afraid that no one has been watching your every move lately?"
Lin Langyi grew angrier as she spoke. Recalling how he had calmly explained everything to her on the way, his composure bordering on suicidal, she couldn't help but slap him, yelling, "Don't you want to live anymore, Yuan Chuyu?!"
He was slapped so hard his face turned to the side, and his teeth accidentally hit his lip, slightly biting it. The bright red blood seeping out covered his lower lip, creating a broken and beautiful scene of ravages.
He ignored it; his handsome face didn't even furrow its brow. Instead, he steadily curved his lips into a smile and sighed in a sticky tone, "Zhuzhu, you've caught me again."
He looked very happy; his face, which showed no change in expression except for a smile on his lips, was completely devoid of emotion, yet tears slowly and steadily streamed down his face.
He was very quiet, as if a block of ice had slid across a mirror; he didn't even sob, but simply shed tears quietly.
He repeatedly said in a joyful, dazed voice, "You've caught me."
Lin Langyi stood there, stunned. This was the second time she had seen him cry. The first time was at their engagement banquet, but back then he only reddened the corners of his eyes. His friend Xiao Pucheng caught him and teased him, saying that he was watering his love with tears.
Why not?
Lin Langyi has attended many weddings, and many of them have cried tears of joy. Newlywed families are like the birth of a newborn baby, crying loudly when they are born, surrounded by blessings and laughter. And afterwards, people continue to nurture their growth with tears.
She was standing next to Yuan Chuyu when Xiao Pucheng teased her. Hearing this, she glanced at him in surprise and only saw half of his face turned away, as if he was annoyed by what he said.
The engagement day was really busy. Lin Langyi suddenly remembered that after participating in that chaotic day, Yuan Chuyu was still able to write something in that leather notebook with great energy that night.
He wasn't wary of her at all. He was someone who liked locking things up so much, yet there wasn't a single place in his house locked for her. She could rummage through it whenever she wanted, and naturally, she found his notebook of excerpts.
On the title page, what he wrote that night wasn't an excerpt, but rather seemed to be a one-sentence diary entry:
[His world actually consists of very few people, but today is truly wonderful, truly wonderful.]
The date was even written in cursive script; the joy was practically radiating from the paper.
At that time, she did not understand the meaning of his words, because she always felt that her marriage with Yuan Chuyu was a quick and impromptu union, and how could she be worthy of such a weighty statement from him?
In reality, there were very few people in his world, so after they all left, he had no desires left. He could go to his death after doing what he needed to do, because he had no expectations for the days to come.
She went into the cold war with him with the mindset of teaching him a lesson in one go, but she never expected that Yuan Chuyu would have such self-destructive thoughts of giving up on himself after being ignored for half a month.
Lin Langyi: "You'd rather die than have a fight with me?"
Yuan Chuyu's tears seemed endless, gathering at his chin before slowly falling to the ground. He asked softly, "Don't you want me anymore?"
"You don't want to see me..." A soft sob escaped his throat. His features remained perfectly still as he wept, like water splashed onto a lifeless painting—calm and silent. "It seems you don't want me anymore..."
He spoke these words without a trace of grievance or pity. Even as tears streamed down his face, he remained deathly calm as he narrated a fact he believed in, as if he were trapped in an endless nightmare, confined to a pale, empty cube-shaped space, devoid of anything. He had given up on the idea of finding a way out.
"I really don't mind Cheng Yanjin anymore, I'll never do it again... Just don't cut ties with me, please..."
If you accidentally overdo the training of a dog to not guard its food or bite people, the dog will think it's terminally ill and about to die, so it will dig a hole for itself and lie down in it to be buried.
Lin Langyi sighed, stepped forward and touched his toes to his, cupped his face in her hands and pressed it down: "Yes, yes."
He lowered his head, his eyelashes trembled, and tears fell even more profusely.
Lin Langyi's palms were wet, so she had no choice but to lift his coat and wipe his face haphazardly.
She looked so disheveled, with handprints on her face, her skin wet with tears, her allergy on her neck still lingering, and the back of her hand red from being slapped.
Lin Langyi tried to make amends afterward, touching and kissing him here and there, only to discover that Yuan Chuyu's body temperature was a little high.
Niu, after three days of separation, this man was so sickly that almost every part of his body was in good condition.
Lin Langyi dragged him towards the bedroom, cursing him mercilessly as they went. Finally, she pushed him onto the bed, turned her head, and saw a newly opened bag of coffee beans on the bedside table that was almost empty. She couldn't help but sneer, "Drinking strong tea and black coffee during an allergic reaction, acting like a god instead of sleeping, you really want to die."
She pressed the person down, her face fierce: "If you want to die so badly, why don't you do it yourself and have your knife go in and come out red? I'll become a beautiful widow who inherits billions of dollars one day, with three in my left hand and three in my right. If I can't hold them all, it's because my arms aren't long enough."
A tear still clung to Yuan Chuyu's lower eyelid, and his eyes were red at the corners. He shook his head and said calmly in a broken voice still tinged with the pain of crying, "Dirty."
"I don't want my hands to get dirty, and I'm also afraid that doing this will affect your future life."
Lin Langyi was even angrier: "You've already used someone else to do your dirty work. You could have easily absolved yourself of all responsibility, but you deliberately went back to the old house to cause trouble when you were replacing the battery and seeing the living Chu Guanqian."
It's as if they're afraid of not planting a bomb in their own backyard.
She lowered her voice and scolded, "Are you sick? Huh? Yuan Chuyu, are you sick? I think you're seriously ill. He burned the letter you wrote to Deng Xiu to come to City A to find Chu Guanqian. It had nothing to do with you. After not seeing you for half a month, did you grow a cyst on your brain and have to make things difficult for yourself?"
Yuan Chuyu remained silent, and the few tears on his eyelashes flowed down his temples as he lay flat on his back.
Lin Langyi felt relieved after venting her anger. The main reason was that she wanted to date a handsome guy. Because when you're arguing with an ugly guy, seeing his face would only add fuel to the fire. But with a handsome guy, if you glare at him during an argument, he would calm down because of his handsome face.
"Alright, take your allergy medicine and go to bed early." She tried to get the medicine, but as soon as she stood up, her wrist was grabbed.
Yuan Chuyu was like a starving homeless man who had just eaten a hot meal and was afraid that someone would take the whole meal away. He dared not let Lin Langyi leave his side. He said with a sad expression, "Baby, don't go. I called Cheng Yanjin over on the way. Can you stay at home today? He will come over, really."
Almost unable to believe her ears, Lin Langyi was dumbfounded: "Huh? When did you—"
“When you turn off the navigation,” Yuan Chuyu pleaded, “you’re back now, and it’s so late, so don’t leave.”
Before she finished speaking, Lin Langyi seemed to actually hear rustling sounds coming from outside the terrace.
It might be a hallucination.
Lin Langyi coaxed him, "I won't leave, I won't leave. I'll get you your medicine so you can get better soon."
His eyes were red: "Then Zhuzhu, stay with me for a while, and I won't feel so bad if you stay with me for a while..."
"Lin Langyi, which pot of twin lotus flowers did you mention last time? I'll pull it out right now. I see that Yuan Chuyu is always giving me attitude."
The intense fighting spirit shattered the tender and affectionate atmosphere that had prevailed when the two reconciled.
Lin Langyi stared in disbelief as she looked up, then glanced at Yuan Chuyu out of the corner of her eye and saw that his expression remained unchanged. He was truly cured and had calmed down.
Cheng Yanjin yanked open the curtain with a "whoosh," just as he was about to stride in—
Yuan Chuyu closed his eyes and said in an unquestionable tone, "Change your shoes."
Cheng Yanjin rolled his eyes: "Heh, giving me a hard time as a newcomer? What's the meaning of calling me over without leaving the door open? Do you want me to stand here in the cold wind like an idiot? Hey, your plan failed. I can climb over the wall to get in."
Yuan Chuyu said calmly, "Zhuzhu bought that rug by the door. Try stepping on it and see if you can get it dirty."
Cheng Yanjin choked, pretending nothing had happened, and pulled his leg back, taking off his shoes on the balcony.
"Yibao, it wasn't me who stepped on your carpet on purpose. You see clearly now, Yuan Chuyu doesn't treat me like a human being. The main wife sends the mistress to serve tea."
So you know that Yuan Chuyu was tormenting you, yet you still came running without saying a word?
Lin Langyi thought this way and also complained about it.
“Come on, why wouldn’t I come? Wherever you are, I’ll be there too. Besides, who in my family can control me? I can go wherever I want. I’ve been staying out all night for a long time.” Cheng Yanjin said with pride. “I came in a bit of a rush today and didn’t bring any luggage. I’ll get it tomorrow.”
Lin Langyi: ...
Yuan Chuyu had wiped away his tears the moment his rival appeared. He turned to Lin Langyi and said gently, "Zhuzhu, I might have a slight fever, and I'm afraid I'll infect you. Why don't you stay today and let Cheng Yanjin stay with you?"
Before Lin Langyi could even speak, Cheng Yanjin, who was constantly listening for any signs of trouble, immediately started shouting excitedly, as if he wanted to grab a megaphone and blow it from the bedside. "Yuan Chuyu, what's wrong with you? Are you going to die? Really?!"
"Shut up!" Lin Langyi pointed a finger at Cheng Yanjin, and after the other man fell silent, she turned to Yuan Chuyu, "You shut up too."
Seeing that the two had finally calmed down, and with the patient still holding her left hand reluctantly, Lin Langyi instructed Cheng Yanjin: "The slippers are in the entryway, there are new ones on the bottom shelf, go and change."
“Okay, baby.” Cheng Yanjin replied with a beaming smile, “I want to choose a matching one for you.”
Lin Langyi ignored him and continued, "Then go to the second drawer of the TV cabinet in the living room and get a box of fever reducers."
Cheng Yanjin's expression changed. He put his hands behind his back, a man of great principle, and said calculatingly, "Yibao, I'm here to serve you. I'm happy to serve you however you want, and I'll let you do whatever you want with me. But I'm not happy that Yuan Chuyu treats me like a slave."
Yuan Chuyu coughed lightly a few times, his hand loosely clenched into a fist and pressed against his lips. He frowned, as if he couldn't understand: "I already sent him to keep you company... Zhuzhu, is he usually this quick to anger?"
Lin Langyi's temple throbbed: "Go get the medicine."
Cheng Yanjin immediately did as instructed.
He was like a madman; he felt uneasy if he didn't get scolded by her every day, as if he had some important task to complete. Being scolded made him feel better, gave him energy, and gave him hope for the future. After she finished yelling at him, he would immediately lie down and endure whatever she pointed at him.
When he came back up, he had already adjusted his mindset and said cheerfully, "Yibao, which room should we go to sleep in? It's getting late, and if we don't sleep now it'll be dawn. Let's not worry about Yuan Chuyu. What's there to say about a sick person? He's not lucky enough to have that kind of luck..."
Lin Langyi glanced at Yuan Chuyu, who sat up, leaned against the headboard, took the medicine, and swallowed it with water after slightly raising his chin.
He drank the glass of warm water slowly and politely, then put down the glass and said, "I was really afraid of infecting you. Zhuzhu, you've had a hard day. Go and get some rest."
"Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm." Cheng Yanjin went behind Lin Langyi and put his hands on her shoulders impatiently. "Staying up late is bad for your health, Yibao, let's go."
After saying this, Cheng Yanjin felt that he was being too vicious compared to the "open-minded and magnanimous" Yuan Chuyu, so he hypocritically tried to flatter himself: "Yibao, don't worry, look, he's already recovered. I helped him get his medicine earlier, but I didn't take the rat poison, and he's grown up. The two of them have already made up, so if anything happens, I can keep an eye on him for you, okay? You go to sleep first."
Lin Langyi was truly exhausted. She hesitated for a moment before glancing at Yuan Chuyu, who gently mouthed "goodnight" to her, looking incredibly like a devoted husband.
Cheng Yanjin successfully pushed and shoved the person to the door, and before leaving, he turned his head and acted perfectly: "She's asleep, don't disturb her, call me if you need anything."
Yuan Chuyu turned his body and placed the cup on the bedside table, not even sparing him a glance.
*
Originally, Cheng Yanjin thought that given Yuan Chuyu's personality, he definitely wouldn't be able to get a full night's sleep. He would be considered merciful if Yuan Chuyu didn't make him get up ten times. Even Cheng Yanjin himself was prepared for a long struggle and had set up many counterattack methods. Who knew that Yuan Chuyu didn't bother him even once.
The next day, Lin Langyi and Yuan Chuyu both seemed to be in relatively good spirits, but Cheng Yanjin, the only outsider involved in Chu Guanqian's death, was the unlucky guy who was yawning all the time.
He didn't get a chance to doze off until after six o'clock, but Lin Langyi was sleeping quietly beside him. When her biological clock aligned with his in the morning, he opened his eyes in a daze.
I was still half asleep when the aroma of food wafted in from outside the door.
Cheng Yanjin poked his head out the door with a toothbrush in his mouth, and was shocked to find that Yuan Chuyu, who had looked like a sickly beauty last night, had gotten up earlier than anyone else and had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast.
Yuan Chuyu, wearing heat-resistant gloves, came out carrying two plates. He smiled slightly at Lin Langyi, raised his hand to indicate the apron he was wearing, and said, "Zhuzhu, help me take this off."
Lin Langyi first stretched her neck and sniffed the plate, then praised it with a smile, wrapping her arms around him and untying the knot behind his back.
The plate was placed on the table, and Lin Langyi was still holding the apron straps with both hands. Yuan Chuyu obediently bent his neck so that she could easily take the apron off her body.
What a heartwarming scene of a loving couple in their daily life!
Cheng Yanjin's mind immediately went into overdrive, and all sleepiness vanished. He quickly rushed to the bathroom to wash up and then joined the family.
"My skills in pan-frying steak and asparagus are top-notch, my chicken thighs are never dry, and my specialties are salmon bone soup and crab stick and shrimp omelet. My brown rice is also not hard on the teeth at all!"
He rattled off the names of the dishes in one go, and Yuan Chuyu nodded, sat down next to Lin Langyi, took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and said, "Okay, you can cook tomorrow."
Now that he had a stage to showcase his talents, Cheng Yanjin was satisfied. Looking at the table, he saw that everything Yuan Chuyu had prepared was according to Lin Langyi's preferences; it was indeed very good. His gaze then shifted to the plate in front of his seat—
"No, isn't this pre-made food?" Cheng Yanjin had eaten all kinds of delicious food. His eyes and nose were like a dog's; he could tell the difference without even using his mouth. He immediately retorted angrily, "Is this fast food you took from the refrigerator at a convenience store? You think I can't tell just because you microwaved it for three minutes and poured it onto a plate?"
He pressed his face against the plate, took a deep breath, and declared, "Absolutely right! 15.8 yuan pork chop rice!"
What's even more outrageous is that Yuan Chuyu himself is disciplined and eats cleanly, so what's wrong with getting him this fried pork chop? Are you starting to compete maliciously?! Do you think he's the kind of person who says, "Oh, I secretly eat fried milk tea too," but actually adds a couple more sets of glute and leg workouts to his routine? He'll do it today!
Yuan Chuyu turned his face away and coughed twice in a muffled voice. The chopsticks between his fingers trembled. He took a deep breath and poured himself a cup of hot water.
Lin Langyi touched his neck to check his temperature, then turned her head and said sternly, "He's sick but he still got up and prepared this meal. If you're so picky, why don't you cook it yourself? If you can eat it, then eat it; if you can't, then don't."
Cheng Yanjin sat down with a wronged expression, muttering, "I'll show you what I'm capable of tomorrow." He picked up the pork chop that had been overcooked and was slightly charred, and took a bite. It was crunchy and crispy, as if he were exercising his jaw muscles by eating crispy rice.
Lin Langyi: "Yuan Chuyu and I will probably be very busy these few days, with company matters and my father... family matters, so..."
"So the family is in my hands now." Cheng Yanjin swallowed the tough pork chop with difficulty and gave her an OK sign. "You have to cooperate with the investigation and take care of the funeral arrangements and keep vigil, right? I'll make you a midnight snack when you get back."
Lin Langyi spoke again: "What if someone sees you coming in and out of here all the time?"
Cheng Yanjin possessed the three virtues of keeping a mistress in a golden house. If there was no golden house, he would create one himself. Upon hearing this, he grinned and said, "I bought the building behind yours. I've already thought it through. I'll plant tall trees and climb over directly in without anyone noticing."
Lin Langyi: ...
After breakfast, she accompanied Yuan Chuyu to Yingyuan. After such a major event, the primary goal is to provide an official explanation in a timely and rapid manner to stop the spread of rumors and to have the person in charge appear to stabilize morale, which is of great significance for stabilizing the stock price.
Yuan Chuyu intentionally wanted Lin Langyi to appear more often because he had been criticized for "choosing beauty over power" and had transferred most of his shares to her name and made her appear more in public. So even if Lin Langyi temporarily took charge of the situation in his place, no one would suspect that Yuan Chuyu was about to fall from power.
Moreover, most people in the company were in Yuan Chuyu's faction. Lin Langyi was still trying to figure out Yuan Pingran's next move when she suddenly withdrew from the company, only saying that she was too heartbroken.
That being said, though she was heartbroken by her husband's death, she still had to keep the shares. Even though Chu Guanqian hadn't been buried yet and the case was still under investigation, it didn't stop the drafting of a distribution agreement for his shares.
Fortunately, Chu Guanqian's importance and control over Yingyuan are nothing compared to Yuan Pingran, let alone his overstepping his bounds to extort money from Yuan Chuyu. As long as it is proven that Chu Guanqian's matter has nothing to do with his wife and son, then for Yingyuan, it is just a matter of redistributing and concentrating the family's shares.
After Deng Xiu's trail was completely cleared, he suddenly changed his story, saying that he knew about the lock because he found the packaging in the trash can.
Upon checking the surveillance footage, it was confirmed that he had indeed followed Yuan Pingran back to the old house and staked out the place for a long time. During that time, the aunt sorted and disposed of the garbage, and among the garbage was a golf club that Yuan Chuyu had thrown away. The garbage bag was not completely tied, and a piece of it was sticking out, which was then found by Deng Xiu.
Deng Xiu said he was just taking a gamble, but he didn't expect to win. Even if he couldn't get into the house to make a move, he would wait outside for Chu Guanqian to come out.
The matter has finally come to an end; the family has signed the papers, and the criminal trial will proceed as planned.
Chu Guanqian's funeral was also held in a low-key manner, after all, the matter was not good to talk about. Yuan Pingran rarely appeared in public after that. She took 40% of the shares from Chu Guanqian and the remaining 60% went to Yuan Chuyu.
Lin Langyi felt that she could probably guess some of the truth, but the process was no longer important to the result.
It wasn't until Deng Xiu confessed and accepted punishment that everything was settled, and Chu Guanqian's ashes, which had been burned long ago and weighed three and a half pounds, were finally buried.
As Yuan Chuyu stood at the front of the procession holding the photo and performing the funeral ceremony, he turned his head slightly and whispered to Lin Langyi beside him, "I want to transfer this part of the shares to you as well."
Lin Langyi, dressed in a black evening gown, stood beside him. Upon hearing this, she glanced at the photo in his hand and said speechlessly, "Why don't you look at what you're holding before you say that?"
Yuan Chuyu's expression remained unchanged, but he slightly curved the corners of his lips, as if a small flower had secretly bloomed in a corner: "Ah, he's not important."
Chu Guanqian's funeral arrangements were made very late. The day before yesterday, Yuan Chuyu was keeping vigil at the ancestral hall when she suddenly appeared in the middle of the night and took him on a motorcycle to the cemetery to light incense and lay flowers for his birth mother. He was so moved that he almost cried. As a result, he has been in a good mood ever since and has even allowed Cheng Yanjin to come to bed with him for meals.
These two have been competing in fitness lately, and while they haven't collapsed yet, Lin Langyi is almost exhausted by these two energetic men.
Not everyone can withstand a series of challenges, and they even thought it was because she lacked training.
Yuan Chuyu was really gentle, so Lin Langyi preferred to be with him first. However, because he knew her so well and could satisfy her every whim, by the time it was Cheng Yanjin's turn, she was usually too lazy to move.
Cheng Yanjin had some reservations about this.
My phone suddenly vibrated.
Lin Langyi took a moment to look at it; it was a notification of abnormal surveillance footage, which she had just installed in her home gym yesterday.
Cheng Yanjin has been working out like crazy lately, doing bench presses shirtless every day. Lin Langyi was worried that he might have an accident while exercising alone and get hit on the head by the barbell, since no one at home would see it, so she installed one, but she hasn't had a chance to tell him yet.
I don't know why the surveillance camera triggered an alarm.
She frowned slightly and clicked into the live feed with some concern. She immediately saw a naked man wearing only gray sweatpants taking a selfie in front of the monitor.
His muscles, still engorged with blood after exercise, presented their best appearance. He adjusted his posture several times, pressing his shoulders down to accentuate the beautiful lines of his back muscles. He casually hooked his thumb, which was resting on his waistband, down the edge of his pants to reveal his eight-pack abs...
Lin Langyi already had a premonition—
The next second, her WeChat popped up with a series of message notifications, all of them photos.
pearl: [1]
Cooking is so difficult! [Image]
pearl: [1]
Cooking is so difficult: [You're so cold. You've been with Yuan Chuyu every day these past few days, and you're still so perfunctory with him?]
[You stayed out all night with him that day, even cooking for him separately! You lied and said you went to the cemetery. Did you really have your underwear in his coat pocket at the cemetery?!]
I command you to speak to me now in the same tone you would use when you speak to him.
Pearl: [Oh, then... shall we do it?]
What's so difficult about cooking? :【？】
【？】
Is this how you usually talk to him?
Cheng Yanjin was completely stunned. He knew Yuan Chuyu ate well, but he never expected him to eat this well!
Outraged, he abandoned all pretense of posing in the surveillance footage, swept his sweaty hair back, and quickly made a voice call.
Lin Langyi couldn't answer and hung up immediately.
The person sent eight 60-second voice messages in a very aggressive manner.
In the end, only one sentence remained: "You wait."
Lin Langyi didn't even open those eight voice messages. She watched him, his chest heaving with anger, circling the barbell on the floor a few times, and couldn't help but send him a message: "Don't spin around, it makes me dizzy."
Cheng Yanjin immediately looked up and around alertly, then replied: 【How did you know?】
Look up, look to the left, then to the left again, then back a bit... Yes, this is the spot. It's a surveillance camera, to prevent you from suddenly dying.
Cheng Yanjin stared at the camera above his head, paused for a moment, and then his expression slowly changed.
He raised his eyebrows arrogantly, looked at the camera, slowly took a few steps back, and sat lazily on the butterfly machine with his legs spread apart.
He pulled his gray pants down a bit, he...
Lin Langyi hurriedly covered the screen with her palm, and like a thief caught doing something wrong, she checked again to make sure the phone volume was turned down completely. In her haste, her movement was a bit too large, and Yuan Chuyu, who was next to her, glanced at her.
Cheng Yanjin tilted his head back, his mouth slightly open, and stared unfocusedly at the camera, his Adam's apple bobbing repeatedly.
Pearl: [Don't face the camera!!]
When Lin Langyi got home that evening, he sent the person back to his own house.
Cheng Yanjin didn't want to leave, but Lin Langyi was the most important person in the family.
But then Cheng Yanjin thought that a little playfulness is good in a relationship, and besides, Lin Langyi might just be shy, so he picked up his phone and decided to do something new: "I'm going to run away from home."
The door closed, and no one paid any attention.
Yuan Chuyu took out the mountain-shaped cup she bought in Switzerland; he was determined to celebrate their 100-day anniversary.
Lin Langyi drank a little wine. Although Yuan Chuyu kept trying to dissuade her, saying that the wine was quite strong, she drank a few cups because it was smooth and tasted good. And since all the major events had just ended, Lin Langyi was in a good mood.
Not to the point of blacking out, just slightly tipsy, Lin Langyi objectively and rationally assessed her own alcohol tolerance, though she could already see a blurry image of Yuan Chuyu's handsome face.
"You really can't drink anymore." He bent down, placed his right hand on the table in front of her, and wrapped his free left hand around her hand, holding the cup in her hand in mid-air.
"We can't waste it." Lin Langyi's words were already a bit slurred as she spoke, determined to snatch the glass from him and become a drunkard.
Yuan Chuyu didn't use any force, and watched with a smile as she gulped down a big mouthful. Before she could swallow, he reached out and pinched her chin, then leaned down and kissed her.
He sucked on her mouth forcefully, and Lin Langyi heard a distinct swallowing sound in his throat. She raised her hand to grab his neck, and his Adam's apple slid up and down in her palm. He completely stole the wine from her mouth, and a trickle of wine slowly flowed down the corner of their lips as they parted.
He sucked until her tongue went numb. When they finally separated, Yuan Chuyu pressed his forehead against hers, lowered his eyelashes, and stared at the streak of wine-red liquid on her fair chin. He then turned his face and slowly licked it from bottom to top.
The final battle was to grab the remaining wine in the glass. This time, Lin Langyi, who hadn't even caught her breath, had learned her lesson and turned around, intending to finish it all in one go. However, Yuan Chuyu grabbed her wrist to prevent her from escaping and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp using her hand.
Lin Langyi was in a hurry and reached out her fingers to pull at his red lips.
He leaned back, resting his waist on the table, his hands on either side, and his teeth loosened slightly to allow her to move two fingers around haphazardly in his soft mouth.
His lips were soon covered with glistening liquid. He stared at her with his eyes half-closed, his tongue entwining with her fingers, sticking to them and refusing to let go.
His eyes sparkled, and he asked her to touch him. Lin Langyi reached in and touched the familiar touch.
It was a pearl waist chain. She had started her usual perfunctory behavior of casually buying pearl products and sending them to men as gifts. This one was probably for Cheng Yanjin, because he had been working hard lately, saying something about "being a waist expert rather than a belly tyrant," so she gave him a waist chain as encouragement.
“Isn’t this Cheng Yanjin’s?” She looked up.
“It’s his,” Yuan Chuyu’s voice was gentle and soft, like a feather brushing against you. “Baby, sit on me. Don’t squeeze so tightly today, okay?”
As a result, the two fooled around all night, and when Lin Langyi woke up the next day, it was almost noon. Yuan Chuyu didn't even go to the company. Instead, the two of them stayed in bed in the warm blankets with her in his arms.
The two decided to eat at home before going to the company. After putting down their dishes, Lin Langyi finally realized with difficulty that someone was missing.
Oh no, is Cheng Yanjin still running away from home?
Lin Langyi always grants a general amnesty when he's full and satisfied. Although he thought it was impossible, he still glanced at his phone.
My heart is harder than stone: [It's so cold outside.]
Lin Langyi: ...Surely this stupid dog really went to be wandering the streets all night?
She feigned concern, saying, "Where have you been?! I've been looking for you all night! Do you know how worried I am?!"
The other end remained in a "typing is in progress" state for a long time.
Just as Lin Langyi was about to put on another performance, Cheng Yanjin sent a quiet message:
I was sitting in the pavilion right opposite the gate; you could see me as soon as you opened the door. You've been looking for me all night? Where did you look for me?
Lin Langyi: ...
After Yuan Chuyu finished clearing the dishes, he put on a long black coat over his black striped suit, and a black and gold tie clip that Lin Langyi had bought was attached to the part of his tie that was showing.
"Give me a kiss," he asked.
Lin Langyi thought he looked very dashing in a suit and tie, and she liked to be affectionate with him at such times. She immediately put down her phone, hugged him, and kissed him.
Yuan Chuyu held her tightly, pecking at her a few times, while outside, someone was banging on the door like a robber.
As soon as the door opened, Cheng Yanjin stood there, his hoodie pulled up over his head, hands in his pockets, looking at the two reluctant farewells with displeasure.
He asked coolly, "Finally, time to go to work?"
Yuan Chuyu turned his head and smiled: "Yeah, why don't you go to work?"
Who are you calling a gigolo?
Cheng Yanjin took a deep breath and gave a cold laugh.
A good mindset determines a mistress's life!
"Okay, you go to work and earn more money. Just wait, there will be times when you're away on business trips."
-The End-
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