Chapter 240: Are you not childish?

Wen Ling leaned against the door panel, calming her heartbeat and the sour feeling that had lingered for a long time.

Feeling this way, she seemed really a bit scummy, just dumping Zhou Yinhe like that, saying they'd break up and breaking up abruptly—how could anyone accept that?

But Wen Ling just couldn't remember why they broke up.

She furrowed her brow, took out her phone, and called Lu Zhaoye.

Lu Zhaoye was still busy; to prepare for an early trip to Hua Guo, seeing her call, he answered with a smile.

"Lu Zhaoye, I've asked you before—why did I and Zhou Yinhe break up back then?"

"What?" Lu Zhaoye frowned, thought seriously, then said: "You just said you found it annoying, you lost the freshness."

No, that's not right.

Wen Ling clearly remembered that the day before the breakup, she had told Zhou Yinhe she wanted to go to France to see lavender, even excitedly picking out what to wear—so why did she forget the reason for the breakup?

A sudden pain shot through her head, so intense she could hardly bear it, and faint sounds of pain escaped her lips and teeth.

Lu Zhaoye anxiously asked: "What's wrong? Ah Ling, what's wrong?"

Wen Ling gritted her teeth and replied: "My head hurts—it suddenly started hurting."

"Wait for me, I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, no." Wen Ling shook her head; that wave of pain had already faded, leaving only cold sweat from her head.

The pain came and went quickly; Wen Ling could barely react.

Lu Zhaoye paused, sighed, and said: "What on earth is going on?"

Wen Ling pressed her lips and still told Lu Zhaoye: "I forgot why I broke up with Zhou Yinhe."

"What do you mean?" Lu Zhaoye frowned, thought it over, still intending to meet Wen Ling to talk, he threw down a line "wait for me at home" and hurried downstairs.

Wen Ling didn't even have time to stop him before Lu Zhaoye hung up.

When he arrived at Wen Ling's home, she was curled up on the sofa, brows tightly furrowed.

"What's going on? Where's Zhou Yinhe?"

Wen Ling sat up, let out a deep sigh: "He went back, back to Hua Guo."

"So sudden?" Lu Zhaoye sat opposite Wen Ling, his face unusually serious.

Wen Ling hummed, sat cross-legged, and seriously said: "I seem to have really forgotten something, but I can't recall it; Zhou Yinhe said he was going back to find some truth."

"Have you two reconciled?"

Wen Ling shook her head: "No, he said to wait for him to return."

Lu Zhaoye lowered his eyes, speaking frankly, he still felt a bit uncomfortable inside, but this discomfort was still acceptable to him.

His discomfort had already faded when he learned earlier that Wen Ling and Zhou Yinhe were together; now it's much more bland.

"Ah Ling, you've been stubborn since childhood, but you can't be stubborn now." Lu Zhaoye sat up straight, quite serious, saying: "Since you like him, just accept him openly; you know Zhou Yinhe's reputation in Hua Guo—you dumped him and he still came after you, which shows—"

"Oh, I get it, you're just as long-winded as my grandfather." Wen Ling impatiently interrupted him.

Lu Zhaoye was choked by her words, rolled his eyes, stood up, and was about to leave.

Wen Ling called out to him, asking: "Why are you leaving? Won't you have dinner together? Call Zhuo too."

"I'm busy, and besides, I won't eat with a married woman—you eat by yourself." Lu Zhaoye waved his hand without looking back; Wen Ling, flushed with anger, retorted: "Nonsense, what married woman!"

Lu Zhaoye had already reached the entryway; his laughter drifted back to the living room, making Wen Ling's cheeks flush considerably.

Zhou Yinhe landed at the capital airport of Hua Guo; Zhou Congyu personally drove to pick him up.

Seeing his grim expression, Zhou Congyu started the car and said: "What happened, that you're rushing back so urgently?"

Zhou Yinhe crossed his arms, gave a cold snort: "Settle the accounts, torture Zhou Jingyuan severely."

Zhou Congyu pressed his lips, chuckled lightly, and said: "Go easy on him; after all, he's still a Zhou family member."

In their eyes, no one compares to their own younger brother, not even a paternal uncle's cousin.

"When he schemed against me, he never thought we were both Zhou family members," Zhou Yinhe snapped, turning his head and gritting his teeth: "I could beat him to death and it wouldn't be excessive."

Zhou Congyu helplessly said: "Fine."

The car entered Feng Qi Yuan; Ning Qing had already been waiting at the gate, and upon seeing Zhou Yinhe step out, she hurried forward, first grabbing his wrist to take a look.

A scab had formed; because the wound was deep, the scab looked somewhat frightening.

Zhou Yinhe casually said: "It's fine, it's almost healed."

Ning Qing glared at him and complained: "You little brat, you've made your mother worry sick."

"What's there to worry about? I'm not out causing trouble—I'm going to chase my wife." Zhou Yinhe shrugged, looked toward Zhou Shuanglin standing not far away, his expression gradually turning serious, and said: "Dad, where's Zhou Jingyuan?"

"In the ancestral hall." Zhou Shuanglin said lightly: "Don't hurt anyone."

Zhou Yinhe scoffed: "Rest assured, he'll confess honestly—I guarantee I won't lay a hand on him."

He bypassed Ning Qing and walked alone toward the ancestral hall behind the main building.

Outside the ancestral hall stood a few people, apparently guarding; seeing Zhou Yinhe approach, they exchanged glances, still opened the door to let him in, and kindly closed it behind him.

Zhou Jingyuan sat lazily cross-legged on a cushion; in just a few days he'd lost several rounds of weight, his complexion somewhat sallow.

The Zhou family juniors actually resemble each other somewhat, but at this moment Zhou Yinhe looked at him and saw no resemblance at all.

"You've brought Wen Ling back?"

Zhou Jingyuan didn't turn his head, speaking lazily.

Zhou Yinhe narrowed his eyes, smirking sarcastically: "Soon enough—how about you, do you regret it?"

"What's there to regret? I've never regretted anything I've done." Zhou Jingyuan glanced at him, seeing Zhou Yinhe as usual, even more vigorous than before, he chuckled lightly: "You know, I actually hate you the most."

Zhou Yinhe sat on the cushion beside him, gazing at the countless spirit tablets before him, and asked coldly: "Why?"

"We're about the same age; clearly I'm the older brother, but from childhood onward I've lived in your shadow."

"Grandpa doted on you, always thinking of you; before he died he transferred all his assets to you." Zhou Jingyuan lowered his eyes, his expression unchanged, and continued: "My dad—he's my biological father—but he constantly compares me to you, saying you're smart, that you can casually start a company and thrive, including Jiang Jibai and the others, all of whom favor you more."

Zhou Yinhe found it utterly unbelievable, turned his head to look at Zhou Jingyuan, and laughed in anger.

"Are you being childish, Zhou Jingyuan? Even Jiang Jibai and the others are biased toward me, yet you still have to bring it up to say."

Zhou Jingyuan coldly lifted his eyes, speaking word by word: "That's because you have everything, you can get it just by reaching out, so you don't care."