Chapter 966: 966: You Really Got Something

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“Scram, that’s a thank-you gift. Without you and Yanqing’s help a while ago, everything wouldn’t have gone smoothly,” Yin Zhen said. “It’s not just for use; there are also a few famous paintings inside. Take them and have fun. I should have given them to you earlier, but I’ve been so busy. I didn’t know what you needed, so I sent a bit of everything.”

“You’re such a show-off, Zhenzhen,” Lin Gantang sifted through the famous paintings that were meant for her to ‘play’ with. “I didn’t help you that much, you should thank Yanqing instead. Besides, it was just a small favor, no need to send so many things specially.”

“If you keep the thank-you gift and had fun, wouldn’t that make him happy?” Yin Zhen was very much on point.

After all, it was no small favor.

The reason Yin Zhen had the capital to stand up and register a company again was also thanks to the person Wen Yanqing had found—that individual who had seduced Yin He into gritting his teeth and investing.

It was a trap to begin with. The money that Yin He had poured in was deducted by that person for fees and hard work, then transferred directly back to Yin Zhen.

Left with nothing after divorce? Heh, how could she, Yin Zhen, possibly suffer a loss.

The majority of the Yin family’s liquid assets were secretly in Yin Zhen’s hands. The rest had dissipated due to the collapse of the Yin Group. To try to rescue the teetering company, Yin Hongjiang had even sold off many fixed assets to invest.

Yin Zhen was basking in success, while the others in the Yin family were at their wits’ end.

“What did you talk to my mum about last time? How come she suddenly became close to Lin Fan?” Yin Zhen asked, puzzled.

“I just analyzed the pros and cons of Lin Fan becoming a son-in-law for her,” Lin Gantang raised an eyebrow and placed her phone with the loudspeaker on, starting to unwrap the thank-you gifts from Yin Zhen. “Auntie Ying has started to like Lin Fan, isn’t that good? No need to thank me.”

“You really got some nerve,” Yin Zhen laughed, her expression easing.

“Your grandpa hasn’t bothered you again, has he?” Lin Gantang asked with concern.

“Him? He’s probably out of options by now,” Yin Zhen sneered. “These past few days, he found me, asking me to come back, promising the Yin Group to me, but there’s a condition: Lin Fan must marry into the family and have a son with the Yin surname.”

What’s left of the Yin Group? Just an empty shell that’s about to turn to dust.

Lin Gantang was astonished: “No way, he’s still not giving up after all that?”

Goodness, this must be a diehard stickler for sons over daughters. Wen Rendong is nothing compared to him, barely a beginner-level.

But on reflection, doesn’t the Yin family still have Little Ze? According to Old Mr. Yin’s stubborn views, it shouldn’t have come down to Yin Zhen at all.

Lin Gantang voiced her confusion.

Yin Zhen scoffed: “Exactly, if Little Ze were normal, it wouldn’t have come down to me.”

“What do you mean?” Lin Gantang stopped what she was doing.

“Little Ze was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder, almost incurable. It’s still unknown whether he can grow up properly, let alone take over the Yin family.”

Lin Gantang remembered that unusually quiet child.

Yin Zhen had sensed something was off, but Yin He thought she had an ulterior motive and didn’t take it seriously. They were all chasing after power and wealth, not one truly cared about Little Ze.

Little Ze’s mother was even worse; she had never had prenatal checks when pregnant with Little Ze, and after giving birth, she left him with a nanny only to enjoy her own luxurious life, hardly taking care of Little Ze at all.

When Grandpa Yin learned that Jiang Chenying wanted a divorce and Yin Zhen also wanted to leave, he didn’t take it to heart, thinking that if they wanted to leave, let them leave. He might lose Yin He, but he still had Little Ze.

However, by the time they finally thought of properly raising Little Ze, they discovered that the child couldn’t even walk or talk.

Fate dealt him a merciless blow.

“I say, this is their retribution,” Yin Zhen sneered inwardly.

He cherished a son so much, didn’t he? Heaven just cut off his hopes directly.

“Emmm… but… your dad, he could still have more children, right?” Lin Gantang spoke up.

Yin Zhen: “Heh, he’s long been willing but unable.”

That’s why Grandpa Yin swallowed his pride and begged her to come back.

But Yin Zhen would not comply with his wishes.

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