Chapter 203: Let's Talk About How She Dumped You Back Then

"I ran into him." Zhou Yinhe propped his cheek, saying with some disdain, "He's still just like when we were kids—looks smart, but always does stupid things."

Qin Lao glanced at him helplessly and chuckled, "In your eyes, is there anything smart at all?"

"Me."

The grandfather and grandson three fell silent together: ……

Zhou Yinhe gave a light snort; seeing they didn't pick up the thread, he wasn't shy either.

After lunch, Wen Ling grew drowsy, returned to her room, took a shower, threw herself onto the bed, wrapped in the blanket, and soon fell asleep.

Zhou Yinhe stayed by her side until she fell into deep sleep before getting up; he was still worried about the proposal scene, preparing to go check it out.

While changing clothes, his movement pulled at the wound, making him hiss; he lifted his arm to glance at it, then frowned and looked away.

Actually, at the hospital just now, it wasn't that he couldn't bear the pain; it was just that Wen Ling was by his side, so he always wanted to seem weaker to achieve his goal.

For example, just now he openly and righteously ate some tofu—though he didn't get his fill, he still took advantage.

Wen Ling might not be unaware, but she just wanted to humor him; Zhou Yinhe was fully aware of this.

He adjusted his collar, walked to the bedside, bent over, and lightly kissed Wen Ling's forehead, whispering, "I'll go check the scene; sleep well, I'll be back soon."

Wen Ling slept so deeply she couldn't hear Zhou Yinhe's voice, yet she unconsciously rubbed her cheek against his hand resting there.

Zhou Yinhe gave a light smile, rubbed a few times, then reluctantly withdrew his hand and strode out of the room.

He ran into Shen Yusheng again.

"Xiao Wu, I want to talk to you about Wen Ling's matter."

He was really laughable, making Zhou Yinhe somewhat incredulous, even thinking he had misheard.

"What did you just say? Say it again."

Shen Yusheng sank his face, enunciating each word: "I said, I want to talk to you about Wen Ling."

Zhou Yinhe raised his hand and pressed his neck, making a cracking sound; he smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He stepped forward a few steps, standing extremely close to Shen Yusheng; originally he was already half a head taller than Shen Yusheng, and now Zhou Yinhe looked down at him from above.

"What qualifications do you have to talk to me about my fiancée?"

Shen Yusheng lifted his face, narrowed his eyes, and sneered, "Let's talk, then—about the time she dumped you?"

Zhou Yinhe stared at him deeply, then suddenly let out a light laugh, his voice tinged with sarcasm, and said lightly, "Oh, so that's it."

"Yes." Shen Yusheng saw him retreat two steps, thought he'd hit a sore spot, and sneered, "I don't believe you have no resentment in your heart—you're not like us."

"How aren't they alike? All the scions of aristocratic families, regardless of whether they ultimately inherit, are cultivated to be ready to inherit, and besides preparing for emergencies, they must also bear the responsibility of assisting the heir."

"Only Zhou Yinhe is exempt; the Zhou family treasured him, raising him with countless indulgence. Even shortly after his birth, the Zhou family adjusted the inheritance shares, giving each of the five children an equal portion. Zhou Yinhe himself is smart; they have endured hardship through effort, but Zhou Yinhe needs none of that—he's superior to them just by casually listening."

Shen Yusheng couldn't believe that such a heaven‑favored son would be completely unbothered by the fact that Wen Ling once kicked him.

His baseless confidence made Zhou Yinhe chuckle; he stood there lazily, smiling lightly, and asked, "I don't mind—don't say she was forced to dump you because of what you know; even if she left of her own free will, as long as she comes back, I'm still willing to be with her."

He couldn't be bothered to keep arguing with Shen Yusheng, turned toward the elevator, walked a few steps, then suddenly remembered something, turned back and said to Shen Yusheng, "Don't try to drive a wedge between us, Shen Yusheng—while my patience is still decent, get lost now."

As his words fell, his gaze shifted, his ink‑black pupils now full of oppression, like a tiger waking—though he seemed languid, every tiny movement was a threat and a warning.

"Just as you said, I'm not like you all; if you really annoy me, I might not do anything."

Shen Yusheng's face grew uglier with his words, until Zhou Yinhe stepped into the elevator; only then did the surrounding air seem to start flowing, letting him gulp a few deep breaths to ease the slowing of his heartbeat caused by Zhou Yinhe's words.

A figure walked up behind him to his side and drawled, "I already told you, trying to stir up trouble with them is pointless."

Shen Yusheng's face darkened: "He already knew all along—why didn't you tell me?"

"Why should I tell you?" the figure laughed, shaking his head. "You came to me begging; I merely pointed you toward a path—what you do is your business. Why should I meddle?"

"You——"

Zhou Yinhe stood in the elevator, leisurely tidying his hair; Shen Yusheng's words couldn't even stir a ripple in his heart.

All the same, he wondered just who the person behind the scenes was.

He lowered his head, walking toward the hotel entrance while replying to a message on his phone.

The other party replied quickly: 【Fifth Young Master, the surveillance from after you left has ten minutes of blank footage—it's been deleted.】

【Find someone to restore it.】

【We've looked; it can't be restored—the other side came prepared.】

Zhou Yinhe frowned, stood at the hotel entrance, and called the bodyguard.

"Keep an eye on Shen Yusheng, see who he's been in contact with—no matter who, detain them first and then talk."

After hanging up, Zhou Yinhe had no mind to go to the scene; he turned back to the elevator, pressed the top floor, his steps swift, his heart a little anxious.

Seeing Wen Ling still sleeping soundly, Zhou Yinhe finally relaxed, rubbed his sore brow, stepped back a few steps to sit on the sofa, and quietly watched Wen Ling.

Looking at Shen Yusheng's state, he couldn't help but suspect, and also feared that if Shen Yusheng were driven desperate, he might join forces with the behind‑the‑scenes troublemaker to harm Wen Ling.

Wen Ling murmured as she turned over, reaching out to feel beside her; Zhou Yinhe's lips curved in a light smile as he rose, walked to the bedside, and leaned close to Wen Ling.

"What are you looking for?"

Wen Ling blinked open her eyes, saw he was wearing his going‑out clothes, and unhappily said, "Where did you sneak off to again?"

Her drowsiness hadn't faded; even though she was unhappy, her voice was still soft and girlish.

Zhou Yinhe's heart melted; he stroked her warm, tender cheek where she slept and chuckled, "You woke up before I even had a chance."

He didn't wait for her answer, coaxing, "I'll go change clothes and then come keep you company."

Wen Ling forced herself awake, squinting as she watched him go change clothes, saw him exit the wardrobe, saw him lie down beside her, and finally couldn't hold back—she threw herself onto him, her chin knocking against his chest.

The pain made Zhou Yinhe hiss, and it also brought tears to Wen Ling's eyes.

"Clumsy, does it hurt?" Zhou Yinhe raised his hand to help rub Wen Ling's chin, and her pitiful expression made him laugh.

Wen Ling complained, "I didn't do it on purpose."