“Young Mistress, you know what? Yesterday, the young master went crazy—he almost beat your uncle’s entire family to death.”
Crazy. Beat to death.
No matter how you heard them, these two words were terrifying.
Jin Yu knew nothing about what had happened after yesterday. When she woke up last night, Meng Jinyan asked her how she planned to deal with her uncle’s family. Her response at the time was to send them to the police station to face legal punishment, but his cold laugh in return made her realize he had his own way of handling things.
Now, hearing Wen Chuyue say this, Jin Yu found it hard to believe. Could his so-called “handling” really mean beating them to death?
The young girl, lost in her own thoughts, didn’t notice the panic on Jin Yu’s face and continued chattering excitedly, “I heard from my dad that your uncle’s nose was broken, your aunt lost hearing in one ear, your cousin was beaten into severe brain concussion, and your cousin had it worst—not only did he break one arm and one leg, but he also lost a front tooth. I heard he still talks with a lisp now.”
Wen Chuyue was aware of what the Lin family had done to Jin Yu, so she spoke with a tone of schadenfreude, as if justice had been served.
But Jin Yu was genuinely frightened. Suppressing her fear, she asked:
“Did Meng Jinyan really do it all by himself?”
Wen Chuyue thought Jin Yu was doubting Meng Jinyan’s capabilities and nodded eagerly, “Of course it was all the young master’s doing. He trained in the special forces for three years—ordinary people are no match for him at all. Back when Fa Mingzhu hired assassins to kill him, the young master took on ten people single-handedly…”
Wen Chuyue went on and on, but Jin Yu couldn’t hear a single word.
Knowing how brutal Meng Jinyan could be, her hands clenched tightly under the covers, and vivid images began flashing before her eyes.
How Meng Jinyan had broken Lin Hai’s nose, how he had made Zhang Ru deaf in one ear, how he had given Lin Qianqian a severe brain concussion, and how he had broken Lin Rui’s arm and leg…
One scene after another played out in her mind.
All she could hear were screams, all she could smell was blood, and all she could see was Meng Jinyan’s cold, unfeeling face.
These were only figments of her imagination, yet for some reason, she felt as if she were right there. After dealing with the four of them, Meng Jinyan slowly walked toward her. He moved slowly, a faint smile on his lips. Though he showed no hostility toward her, Jin Yu still retreated in fear.
And as she stepped back, the faint smile on the man’s lips vanished, replaced by a chilling, sinister expression.
“Jin Yu, are you afraid of me?”
She shrank into a corner, trembling. “…No.”
Just as Wen Chuyue was speaking enthusiastically, she heard Jin Yu suddenly hug herself and say, “No.” She quickly leaned over and touched her. “Young Mistress, what’s wrong?”
Jin Yu jolted awake, her almond-shaped eyes filled with fear.
She asked, “Has Meng Jinyan left?”
Wen Chuyue was confused. “The young master hasn’t come to the hospital today. Do you miss him?”
Hearing this, Jin Yu shook her head like a rattle drum.
“No!”
“…Then you—”
Before she could finish, Jin Yu interrupted, “Chu Yue, please go back first. I want to sleep alone for a while.”
Hearing this, Wen Chuyue felt uneasy.
Had she said something Jin Yu didn’t want to hear?
Upon careful reflection, there really wasn’t.
As she shouldered her bag and prepared to leave, she softly reminded, “I’ll head back now, young madam. Don’t forget what I told you about those people. If they find a way in to see you, you must be wary of them…”
Wen Chuyue gave many warnings, but as Jin Yu lay curled up with the blanket, her words went in one ear and out the other.
Her uncle’s family had treated her with such cruelty—they truly deserved to die. She had never thought of forgiving them and had even considered repaying them double for the pain they had inflicted on her. But those were just thoughts; she had never acted on them.
Yet now, Meng Jinyan had moved with such swiftness.
With just a casual move, he had left them with broken limbs and permanent disabilities.
Although this was him standing up for her, taking matters into his own hands, for some reason, Jin Yu felt deeply uneasy.
Even fearful.
If he could act against them now, what if one day she did something to displease him? Would he simply have her seized and beaten as well?
She had seen him strike others—ruthless and violent.
Moreover, he had said it himself: regardless of gender, if anyone provoked him, he would not hesitate to hit them.
Thinking of this, Jin Yu unconsciously raised a hand to touch her still-swollen face. He had been forced into marrying her. In the few days they had spent together, his disdain and disgust for her had been plainly visible on his face. The baby would not be born for another nine months, and during that time, she truly couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t somehow provoke him.
After all, his moods were unpredictable.
Worriedly pondering these matters, drowsiness soon overcame her, and before long, she fell into a deep sleep.
In the evening, Meng Jinyan, still working overtime at the corporation, received a voice message from the Old Madam:
“A-Yan, have you and Xiao Yu been in touch on WeChat today?”
Hearing this, the man tugged at his tie with slight irritation. Well, it was only the first day, and the Old Madam was already checking up on him.
After signing the last document, he pressed the voice message button to reply. Knowing she would eventually ask for the chat records, he didn’t bother trying to deceive her and answered truthfully, “I’ve been busy with work today. We haven’t chatted. I’m about to finish up now and will go to the hospital to talk to her in person.”
At the estate, the Old Madam was very satisfied with this reply, unable to hide the smile on her lips.
“Good, good, good. Don’t forget to take a photo with Xiao Yu at the hospital and send it to me. Only when you and the baby’s mother are sweet and loving during the pregnancy can the child grow healthily in her womb~”
Meng Jinyan: “…”
On the way to the hospital, Meng Jinyan sat in the back seat, still working without pause, his slender fingers almost never leaving the keyboard. Gu Feng sat beside him, reporting, “Young Master Yan, the police called to say that everyone, including the Lin family, has confessed all the details. They’re asking how you plan to deal with them next.”
The man didn’t even lift his eyelids, merely giving a faint “Mm.”
His indifferent demeanor left Gu Feng somewhat unsure of his thoughts, so he ventured to ask, “Young Master Yan, then what should we do…?”
With a soft “snap,” the laptop was closed.
Meng Jinyan leaned back lazily against the seat, undoing two buttons on his shirt. “Keep them locked up for now.”
Locked up?
Gu Feng was a bit puzzled. This didn’t seem like Young Master Yan’s usual style. Based on his understanding of his past actions, shouldn’t he have made the entire Lin family disappear from the capital city completely?
Even after arriving at the hospital, he still couldn’t figure out what Meng Jinyan was thinking. It was fine if he couldn’t understand, but then Meng Jinyan gave him a rather peculiar task.
He asked, “Gu Feng, have you ever had a girlfriend?”
Gu Feng looked bewildered. “No.”
“Do you have a woman you like?”
Thinking of a certain chubby-cheeked little face, Gu Feng shyly scratched his head. “…Yes.”
“Do you two usually chat on WeChat?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you talk about?”
The way he asked was strangely unsettling. Gu Feng looked at Meng Jinyan, feeling uneasy. “…Just daily stuff, like morning greetings, asking what each other is up to…”
Hearing this, Meng Jinyan frowned deeply.
“So meaningless?”
Gu Feng: “…”
He thought it was quite enjoyable.
But before he could even refute, Meng Jinyan said, “From now on, the task of daily chatting with Jin Yu will be handed over to you.”
Hearing this, Gu Feng was stunned. “Huh?”