Chapter 808: 808: Sorry, Can't Control It

“To be precise, it should be about Yin He’s affairs, right?” Shi Jun said, “Recently, everyone is talking about the Yin family after meals. Yin Zhen and Yin He are engaged in a power struggle, with Yin He at the losing end. Yin Zhen is gradually taking back the control over the family’s narrative.”

“Yin Zhen’s abilities have always been superior to Yin He’s,” Lin Gantang said. “Their rivalry is common knowledge among our circles.”

Shi Jun opened a new bottle of beer, “But now, everyone is laughing at the joke that is Yin He and his sister.”

“Tan Huiya?”

Shi Jun nodded, “Tan Huiya, having married into the Fang family, used the information she gathered, whether intentionally or not, during her stay with the Yin family. She struck her own brother directly through Fang Yanyue’s power, disrupting and even ruining many projects he was responsible for.”

And of course, Yin Zhen wouldn’t let such a good opportunity slip away—he attacked head-on.

Lin Gantang thought to herself, no wonder Tan Huiya is so ruthless.

She had guessed Tan Huiya married into the Fang family for profit, but didn’t expect it was to target her own brother.

“Has their feud grown so deep they’re resorting to fratricide?”

Without looking over at Wen Yanqing, who had a sly smile curving up his lips, Lin Gantang didn’t see it as just a sibling fight. Their retribution was coming.

“Yin He puts on a grand appearance but turns out to be a man who will stoop to any level,” Shi Jun said. “If he just played the game fairly, people would just look on since family feuds over wealth are common among the elite, but I didn’t expect him to collude with outsiders against his own company.”

Shi Jun spoke with disdain, “On one hand, he joins forces with external powers to deal with Yin Zhen, and on the other, he uses despicable methods to take down other companies to gain capital and strengthen himself.”

Lin Gantang knew about the collaboration with other companies, but she hadn’t heard of the latter part.

Lin Gantang couldn’t help but ask, “Who was so unfortunate to be bought out by him?”

“You should know about it, right? Didn’t you have a friend with the surname Che? It’s her family, as well as some others similar to her family,” Shi Jun said. “Although the Che family’s business isn’t big, with Yin Zhen breathing down their neck, Yin He didn’t have much choice. A sparrow may be small, but catching a bunch of them still counts as meat. I really admire Yin Zhen, feels like Grandpa Yin has some blind spots in his vision.”

The Che Qin family? Lin Gantang suddenly widened her eyes.

“You’re quite concerned about the Yin family’s affairs?” Wen Yanqing suddenly asked, “Have a good impression of Yin Zhen?”

Lin Gantang immediately turned her gaze to Shi Jun.

“What are you talking about? I admire Yin Zhen’s abilities, but when it comes to choosing a partner, I’m not very fond of women with strong career ambitions,” Shi Jun explained. “Yin He approached me for a collaboration, so I went to look into it and ended up finding out quite a bit.”

Hearing him say he was not interested in Yin Zhen, Lin Gantang looked away again.

During the pause in conversation as Shi Jun drank his beer, Wen Yanqing said he wanted dessert, and Lin Gantang fed him several bites.

Shi Jun felt the skewers in his hands had lost their flavor.

“You two,” Shi Jun said, not wanting to watch anymore.

Lin Gantang, used to feeding, did not find it strange, and seeing Shi Jun stop after just a few words and close his mouth in frustration, she was confused: Us two? What’s wrong?

Wen Yanqing said, “Legally married.”

Shi Jun: Damn.

Shi Jun gathered his things and stood up, “In the future, I won’t come to your place without bringing a date.”

It makes me seem so pitiful being single.

“Just arrived and you’re leaving already?” Lin Gantang asked him to stay. “Sit for a while longer?”

Wen Yanqing chuckled, “Alright, sit down. I’ll be more mindful.”

Shi Jun reluctantly sat back down.

The three continued to chat about various things. Lin Gantang was quietly looking at her phone, occasionally joining in the conversation, while Wen Yanqing, as they talked, unconsciously reached out to hold Lin Gantang’s hand, and before long, had his arm around her shoulder, affectionate and close.

“I really don’t want my beer to be nothing but dog food,” complained Shi Jun, feeling numb to it.

Wen Yanqing cleared his throat lightly, “Sorry, I can’t control it.”