“The child doesn’t know any better, Huanhuan, please be understanding.” Seeing her son wouldn’t come over, Lin Yueyue didn’t force him, instead fixing Yin Huan with a meaningful stare.
Adopting the demeanor of an elder, Lin Yueyue lectured her, “Huanhuan, you’re at your own home now, so it doesn’t matter how late you sleep. But starting tomorrow, you’ll be the Young Mistress of the Bo family. When you’re at the Bo residence, you can’t sleep in this late, or people will think the Young Mistress of the Yin family is lazy and completely lacking in manners.”
Yin Huan leisurely smoothed her long hair, her still-drowsy eyes meeting Lin Yueyue’s gaze. “First, you have no relation to the Yin family. Second, I’ll sleep as long as I want—Bo Xun will indulge me. And finally, my manners are thousands of times better than yours.”
It was only because the Yin family was wealthy that all the young masters and ladies in the capital spoiled her.
Tomorrow, Yin Huan would be married.
The Yin family’s vast fortune would then fall into others’ hands—like her husband’s.
Lin Yueyue placated her with sweet words, “This sister-in-law was wrong. Bo Xun likes you so much, he’s sure to pamper you. I wish you two many children and a loving marriage. Maybe we can take our children out together someday!”
“Sister-in-law,” Yin Huan pointed, “your son is trying to get into my study. Aren’t you going to stop him?”
Over there, Huo Duan had thrown down his toy airplane and was tugging at the metal door handle with both hands.
“Xiao Duan! That’s your aunt’s study. You can’t go in there.”
Lin Yueyue rushed over and grabbed Huo Duan’s hands. “Your aunt has hidden treasures in her study. You mustn’t enter.”
“I want them! I want them! What treasures? Auntie, give them to me! Give me the treasures!”
Huo Duan flailed his limbs wildly. “Auntie! Auntie!”
Yin Huan closed her bedroom door, crossed her arms, and looked down at Huo Duan from her superior height.
She smiled faintly. “I won’t give them to you. Those are Auntie’s things.”
“They’re mine! Auntie’s things are mine!” Huo Duan shouted loudly.
Lin Yueyue quickly covered his mouth. “What nonsense are you saying? Those belong to your aunt!”
Yin Huan’s expression instantly darkened.
It seemed her cousin and his wife had been whispering to the child behind her back that the Yin family’s possessions would eventually become theirs.
A child’s seemingly careless words often reflected what they regularly heard.
“You know, I mind this quite a bit.” Yin Huan’s cool gaze settled on Lin Yueyue’s face.
“Cousin-in-law, it seems I need to remind you—everything belonging to the Yin family is mine. And my things will only go to my own son, not someone else’s. So I suggest you abandon such hopes early on.”
“Yes, yes, everything in the Yin family is yours.” Lin Yueyue picked up the sobbing Huo Duan and quickly left.
Yin Huan rolled her eyes dramatically.
She should have had Bo Xun marry into her family instead!
But that proud guy—while he might joke about marrying into her family in front of her, he’d never actually agree to it.
Her parents had planned ahead, aware that some people had ulterior motives.
That’s why they found her a powerful backing in advance.
Bo Xun might appear frivolous, but everyone in the capital knew he wasn’t someone to provoke.
As Yin Huan was thinking this, her phone rang.
The words “Bo Dog” shone brightly on the screen.
She answered the call while walking downstairs. “Out having fun?”
“Wife, did you just wake up?”
“Yeah.” Yin Huan sounded surprised. “You can tell?”
“Wife, I understand you better than you think.” Bo Xun stood on the balcony outside the private room, breathing in the warm night air.
Inside, friends were celebrating boisterously, toasting and chatting merrily, but the man at the center of it all only wanted to hear his wife’s voice.
“My dad said you promised him our first child would take the Yin surname?”
“Mm! I promised. It’s just a small matter.” Bo Xun swirled his wine glass, his eyes taking in the bustling night view of the capital.
On the opposite building’s exterior wall, a massive LED screen displayed a photoshopped image of a female celebrity celebrating her birthday, with many people taking photos beneath it.
He thought this celebrity wasn’t even one percent as beautiful as Yin Huan.
He had grown up looking at Yin Huan’s face and never grew tired of it—she had been beautiful since childhood.
In this modern era where plastic surgery was highly advanced, Yin Huan was a natural beauty.
“Don’t drink too much. Don’t miss tomorrow’s auspicious hour. I’m going to eat.”
Yin Huan was starving.
Bo Xun wanted to say more, but the phone emitted a series of beeps.
Smiling, he brought the glass to his lips. “Huanhuan just showed concern for me…”
Bo Xun stared at the gently swaying wine, then tilted his wrist and poured it on the ground.
Nothing was more important than fetching Huanhuan tomorrow.
Bo Xun returned to the private room. “Keep drinking, everyone. I’m heading out first.”
“Brother Bo, leaving already? It’s just getting started!”
“My wife just called and told me to drink less.” Bo Xun waved his phone, a proud glint in his eyes. “You unmarried guys wouldn’t understand.”
The room erupted in teasing cheers.
Bo Xun didn’t mind.
Over at the Yin residence, lights blazed brightly—some chatted, others played mahjong, some watched TV, and a few were eating.
The men at the dining table could talk and drink for hours without pause.
Yin Huan walked over and deliberately sat beside Huo Han.
Her uncle only had this one son—a failed entrepreneur with no talent for managing companies.
And now, he actually had designs on her family’s assets.
“Ah! Huanhuan’s here! Our beautiful and lovely Young Mistress Yin! Getting married tomorrow!” Huo Han was heavily drunk, his entire face flushed crimson, even his neck was red.
He was the type whose face turned red immediately after drinking.
“Come, let your brother toast you!” Huo Han poured a glass of baijiu and handed it to her. “Your brother will finish first as a sign of respect!”
After downing the glass, Huo Han poured another for himself.
How much had he drunk? He reeked of alcohol—disgusting.
“Huanhuan, why aren’t you drinking? Not giving your brother face?” Seeing her motionless, Huo Han tilted his head to look at her. “Cousin Huanhuan, don’t worry! I’ll take care of your parents for you from now on! You can peacefully become a wealthy young madam. The Yin family’s affairs will be my affairs now.”
Yin Li, sitting at the same table, furrowed his brows upon hearing this.
“Brother, I’m getting married, not becoming a nun detached from the mortal world.” Yin Huan used one finger to push away the baijiu he’d poured. “So, there’s no need for you to worry about my family’s affairs.”
Huo Han slurred drunkenly, “How can that be! You’ll have the Bo family’s matters to attend to from now on.”
“Brother, even though I’m marrying out, my parents are still my parents. They won’t become your parents. I can come home whenever I want—even if I stay at the Yin residence for ten days or half a month, Bo Xun won’t have any objections.” Yin Huan thought Bo Xun definitely would have objections.
But that problem was easily solved—just bring him back to live together.
Huo Han was clearly too drunk to grasp Yin Huan’s meaning. “Little cousin, if you keep meddling in your maiden family’s affairs after marriage, they’ll have opinions.”
Yin Huan’s hand itched with the urge to move, and the smile on his face could no longer be maintained.
He dared to say one more word.
“Big brother will help you manage it—not just the household, but also the Yin family’s company in the future. You can rest assured and leave it all to me.”
Slap!
Yin Huan slapped him across the face.