Chapter 24: Really Not Worth It

Zhang Yuru and Feng Yuanyuan were meticulously dressed, enthusiastically receiving these important guests.

When Feng Yuanyuan noticed Lin Yu walking out of the elevator, her gaze immediately turned icy. "How did I run into this guy again?"

She recalled the slap she had suffered at the Ma Family; she had put a great deal of effort into her makeup to cover the bruise.

Hearing Zhang Yuru mention Lin Yu's recent "exploits," she decided to expose his true colors, so she walked straight up to Lin Yu and said, "Lin Yu, I didn't expect you to come out of the Ma Family alive; I thought you would be beaten to death."

Lin Yu glanced briefly at Feng Yuanyuan, then looked at Zhang Yuru not far away, and said calmly, "I cured Old Master Ma's illness, so how could the Ma Family make things difficult for me? Besides, to thank me, Prefect Ma once offered to give me 10% of the shares in the Shengtian Financial Group, but I refused."

After hearing this, Feng Yuanyuan couldn't help but burst into laughter, as if she had heard the most incredible joke, "Lin Yu, have you gone crazy? Even bragging needs a limit! Do you know how much that 10% stake is worth?"

"About 97 billion or so; that is the number written on the contract," Lin Yu said peacefully, as if he were discussing an ordinary matter.

Feng Yuanyuan had not expected Lin Yu to respond so calmly, and for a moment, she was actually somewhat shaken: "Just keep making things up! If the Ma Family really gave you that many shares, how could you possibly not want them? It's a good thing Zhang Zong divorced you."

Seeing this, Zhang Yuru walked over quickly and said sternly, "Yuanyuan, don't waste time; we have more important things to handle."

The corners of Lin Yu's mouth lifted slightly, and he said with a sneer, "Heard that? You are always targeting me like this; what exactly are you after?"

Feng Yuanyuan was instantly consumed by rage and scolded, "You will regret this. You will never meet an outstanding woman like Zhang Zong again."

"Who says so!" Zhao Yuan'er suddenly interjected, "There are plenty of people who like Brother Lin Yu!"

This sentence caused the scene to fall silent instantly, and everyone turned their gaze toward Zhao Yuan'er.

Feng Yuanyuan did not expect her to say such a thing and sneered, "Miss Zhao, why are you speaking up for a person like this? He is nothing but a liar; he doesn't know how to heal the sick or save lives!"

But Zhao Yuan'er did not care at all and tightly linked her arm with Lin Yu's, as if declaring her sovereignty: "I just want to marry Brother Lin Yu; as long as he is willing, he can marry me at any time."

"What?" Both Zhang Yuru and Feng Yuanyuan were shocked.

Feng Yuanyuan wanted to persuade Zhao Yuan'er: "Do you know? Lin Yu is just a good-for-nothing loafer. With your excellent conditions, how can you consider marrying him?"

However, Zhao Yuan'er leaned her head on Lin Yu's shoulder, her face beaming with happiness: "How many years have you known Brother Lin Yu? We have been engaged for ten years; I know his character better than anyone!"

Zhao Yuan'er looked at Zhang Yuru with hostility in her eyes: "If it weren't for you, I would already be Brother Lin Yu's wife by now. Now that you've actually divorced him, Zhang Yuru... I even have to thank you!"

Hearing this, the people in the lobby were stunned; some even secretly took photos to send back to their company headquarters.

Everyone felt curious about the man who could be so highly valued by the Zhao Family of the provincial capital, who had set up a marriage contract for the two long before they were even of age.

At this moment, a hearty laugh broke the silence.

"Truly spectacular!" A handsome man with short hair walked out; he was Huang Qingyu, the young master of the Huang Clan of Qingzhou. He walked up to Zhang Yuru and greeted her with a smile: "Zhang Zong, long time no see!"

Zhang Yuru also responded with a smile and shook hands with Huang Qingyu to exchange pleasantries.

Subsequently, Huang Qingyu turned to Zhao Yuan'er and said jokingly, "Little sister Yuan'er, I really didn't expect you to be engaged already; it seems I have no chance."

Feng Yuanyuan couldn't help but laugh and stepped forward to explain: "Young Master Huang, don't listen to them. How could the daughter of the Zhao Family have a marriage contract with such a person? You might not know, but he is Zhang Zong's ex-husband, Lin Yu, a good-for-nothing fellow."

"He just divorced Zhang Zong yesterday, and the blow was so great that she almost collapsed," Zhao Yuan'er said in a low voice, while flipping through her phone's photo album, stubbornly adding, "I am not lying; I have evidence to show you, the marriage contract between Brother Lin Yu and me."

She turned her phone screen toward everyone to display it; the screen showed a red envelope with the names of Zhao Yuan'er and Lin Yu written in exquisite calligraphy.

However, Huang Qingyu laughed dismissively, "This must be a forgery! Little sister Yuan'er, doing this for a person like him is really not worth it!"

"It's not like that; I even kept the video from the engagement!" Zhao Yuan'er insisted, searching her phone for that precious Memory. That engagement was very important to the Zhao Family, and the entire process had been recorded.

"Yuan'er, enough, stop making a scene." Zhao Baizhang grabbed his sister's wrist, stopping her actions.

The people at the scene saw this and all wore disdainful smiles, believing that Zhao Yuan'er was trying to take revenge on her ex-husband Zhang Yuru or vent for Lin Yu in this way.

Clearly, in their eyes, Zhao Yuan'er's behavior appeared too young and impulsive.

But Young Master Huang felt a bit suspicious in his heart, because the handwriting on that marriage contract was very familiar to him; it was the handwriting of the Zhao Family's Old Master, Zhao Taiheng, a Master who enjoyed a great reputation in the contemporary calligraphy world, whose works were worth a fortune.

Could it be that this marriage contract was real? Did Zhao Yuan'er and Lin Yu really get engaged ten years ago?

However, now was not the time to think about these things. He would wait until after attending the Zhang Group's financing banquet.

At this time, Feng Yuanyuan quickly headed toward the entrance to welcome a cold and beautiful woman stepping out of a Rolls-Royce.

She wore her hair in a high bun, simple jewelry on her snow-white neck, and a black small suit that was both professional and feminine; she was followed by a team of equally beautiful assistants, totaling over a dozen.

Qin Yan led her team into the lobby; her presence was so intense, not only domineering but also eye-catching.

"It's her, the top female billionaire in the country, Qin Yan, the president of the Qinling Group," Zhao Yuan'er exclaimed in surprise.

But Lin Yu seemed to have little interest in this, even avoiding eye contact with Qin Yan.

After hearing her name, Qin Yan inadvertently looked at Lin Yu, lingering for a moment, and then turned to greet Zhang Yuru enthusiastically, giving her a friendly hug: "Long time no see, Zhang Yuru."

Zhang Yuru's gaze turned involuntarily toward Lin Yu, her expression complex.

Qin Yan noticed this and asked, "Is there someone you know over there?"

"It's my former husband, Lin Yu, but that is no longer important now," Zhang Yuru wanted to change the subject, "Welcome, President Qin, for being able to come!"

But a meaningful smile flashed across Qin Yan's eyes when Lin Yu was mentioned, which Zhang Yuru had not noticed.

At the Yan Family in Longcheng, Yan Yaochen was meeting with Zhang Zong, and he said with a smile, "Very happy to see you, Zhang Zong."

On the side, Yan Qinhua also joined in, and she greeted Zhang Yuru lively: "Hello, sister Zhang Yuru!"