Chapter 85: Shen Zhaojue Secretly Throws Away Love Letters

Looking at the woman's fearful gaze, a deep sense of exhaustion rose in Yin Huaiyu's heart; rather than being born to bear the stigma of an illegitimate child, it would have been better not to appear at all.

He lowered his eyes.

Since his mother passed away, this home had been cold and dull; Yin Shuyi left early and returned late, and the mistresses around him looked at him with jealousy, pity, and resentment...

Jealous that Yin Huaiyu was the only legitimate heir of the Yin Family.

Pitying him for losing his mother at a young age and being left helpless.

Resentful that he was in the Yin Family genealogy, while their own children were destined to be nothing more than illegitimate children.

Yin Huaiyu had also chased, and had also let go.

Chasing his father's footsteps, yearning for concern, yearning for a look of gratification, but there was none; Yin Shuyi sent the best teachers to teach him and cultivate him, all because he knew he was the heir.

There was no happiness or unhappiness.

And certainly no "remember to take your medicine when you're sick."

That was the Yin Huaiyu who once wallowed in self-pity.

Once a person thinks they are pitiful, that is when they are truly pitiful.

The current Yin Huaiyu would only firmly grasp the power he had seized from his father's hands; he had money and power, and his appearance and knowledge were both excellent—what was a little concern and care worth?

He had money, and the thing he lacked the least was people rushing to show him concern.

Sincerity is the cheapest thing there is.

With money, one can make people pretend; even if it is fake, what if they pretend for a lifetime?

Power and profit crush everyone until they are unrecognizable.

Subtly, he was just one ordinary member among them.

Yin Huaiyu withdrew his gaze: "I'm going upstairs first."

Yin Shuyi: "Mm."

It was rare that he didn't throw anything.

Yin Huaiyu went to the second floor via the spiral staircase; his studio was large, with one wall covered in world-famous paintings he had collected, a beautiful carpet spread in the center, and several easels set up, every stroke on the canvases being a flow of emotion.

He sat on the painting stool and picked up a sharpened pencil.

The rustling sound of the pencil tip rubbing against the drawing paper rang out in the quiet room; the window was opened a crack, and the shadows of swaying leaves could be seen, reflected on the marble floor.

In such a tranquil environment, Yin Huaiyu's inner heart grew increasingly irritable, his hand movements becoming heavier and faster, as if the demon suppressed in his heart was about to run out, and that pencil also became a sharp blade, tearing the entire drawing paper until it was dripping with blood...

"Bang!"

Yin Huaiyu pushed over the easel and threw the pencil; he combed his hair back and looked at the painting lying on the ground—it should have been such a beautiful pair of eyes, but they were drawn in a grotesque and terrifying way, like eyes of death staring at prey through a dimensional wall.

"Truly insane."

He stood the easel back up, played a light and joyful tune from his phone's music, crumpled that piece of drawing paper into a ball, and tossed it into the trash can in the distance.

The cheerful and melodious tune rang out.

Yin Huaiyu finished the painting quickly; he opened his camera, took a picture of those eyes, and saved it to his album.

At the same time, in Lower City District B, Qi Yu pushed open the door and saw Huo Xi, who had found him based on the address...

The other party called him: "Your Highness."

The next day.

After Ling Wu settled Xi Huaizhi and Shi Yu, he returned to Sike Academy; he reappeared on campus, and the forum was once again filled with divine photos captured from various angles.

1L: "Ahhh, look who I captured; my wife Ling Wu has been off the grid for so long, and his sudden appearance still shocked me with his handsomeness!"

5L: "Ever since the Art Association, I haven't seen Senior Ling Wu; is he sick? Why did he take such a long leave?"

14L: "No, after class, I must go to Class A to bump into Senior Ling Wu; I can't see Young Master Jin, but I can see Young Master Jin's own brother—worth it, worth it..."

64L: "Stop calling him wife randomly; wife Ling Wu was sleeping on my pillow last night!"

145L: "I'm going to fight you people who captured photos of the senior! Why can everyone else meet him, but I can't!"

546L: "The senior's hair is a bit longer; it looks very soft and easy to ruffle."

666L: "+1 to the person above."

10006L: "Then the love letter I stuffed in, the senior should be able to see it very soon."

Class A classroom.

Ling Wu arrived early; he had stayed up all night and was prepared to catch up on sleep in this magical place called school; he sat in his seat and took his water cup out from the desk compartment, but a pile of things came out with it, falling onto the floor one after another.

Pink envelopes, with hearts drawn on them.

Love letters?

One of them fell out, and the first sentence at the beginning was very wild and bold: Wife, wife, I want to have children for you...

Ling Wu's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly picked them up from the floor.

He had only been gone for one day, where did so many love letters come from? He had never received any before; Ling Wu half-squatted on the ground, unable to figure it out in his heart.

"I'll help you." A shadow suddenly covered his head, and a pair of beautiful hands neatly picked up the few love letters on the floor and handed them to Ling Wu.

Ling Wu raised his eyes and saw that the person who came was Qi Yu.

The youth was wearing a white shirt and jeans, his slender, jade-like hands still suspended in mid-air, his features dyed like a painting under the refraction of the faint sunlight, his hair tips illuminated to a golden luster, carrying a youthful and vibrant aura.

At this moment, those eyes reflected only Ling Wu's face.

Ling Wu nodded: "Thank you."

The classroom door was pushed open again, and Wei Ranxu walked in, the corners of his lips hooked in an arc, his mood seeming very pleasant; his side profile was cold and exquisite, with clean and distinct contours.

He put one hand into his trouser pocket, and when he passed by Ling Wu and Qi Yu, he laughed when he saw those love letters: "Yo, our Shen hasn't had time to throw these away today?"

Ling Wu: "What do you mean?"

Wei Ranxu was surprised: "Ling Wu, you don't know?"

He unceremoniously exposed the truth: "The love letters in your desk refresh punctually like NPCs; Shen Zhaojue doesn't know what kind of madness he's having, but every day he sees you're not here, he throws them all away, otherwise they would have piled up until the desk couldn't be seen."

Wei Ranxu sighed again: "Sigh, who told our little front-desk neighbor to be such a magnet for bees and butterflies."

"Bang!"

Shen Zhaojue walked in with a rush, his pace slowing down when he saw Ling Wu, Qi Yu, and Wei Ranxu standing together; he shot the latter a fierce glare: "What are you doing?"

Wei Ranxu shrugged, his gaze falling imperceptibly from Ling Wu's face to Qi Yu's, and he said: "Isn't this just seeing someone secretly jealous and gloomily losing their mind, and thinking of helping them along the way?"

"Is Shen angry?"

Shen Zhaojue said coldly: "My business, you don't need to worry about it!"

"Little front-desk neighbor, you saw it too, I can't afford to provoke our Shen's temper; I haven't even said anything yet, and he already has a look like he wants to eat someone." Wei Ranxu deliberately reached out and patted Ling Wu on the shoulder, then said: "Since the person involved is here, if you have anything to ask, just ask him; it wouldn't be good for me to say any more."

As soon as his voice fell, ignoring the varied expressions on the three people's faces, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked toward the back row with a refreshed air, crossed his legs, and with a hint of interest in his brows, prepared to watch the show.