The Young Urban Doctor

At that moment, Yang Qingyin’s mother Chen Qiaoyu heard her voice and came out from her room. Seeing the exhaustion all over Yang Qingyin’s face, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of heartache: “Yin’er, you’re back? Have you had dinner yet?”

“Not yet,” Yang Qingyin answered honestly, “but I’m not hungry.”

“Go have some dinner first, then come and talk with your grandpa and your dad,” Yang Yuanshan spoke up.

He dearly loved his granddaughter, who was not only beautiful and incredibly intelligent, but also had a very strong personality.

It could be said that among his grandchildren, Yang Qingyin was the one he loved the most.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to Yang Yunlin’s place today.

“Go ahead, ” Yang Yunlin also chimed in.

Yang Qingyin nodded and followed her mother Chen Qiaoyu into the dining room.

“What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you,” Chen Qiaoyu saw the look of resignation on her daughter’s face and softly asked, feeling an unbearable ache in her heart.

“Just boil some thin-skinned wontons for me,” Yang Qingyin sat down at the dining table.

“Alright, Mom will make them right away,” Chen Qiaoyu said, taking out the thin-skinned wontons she had initially planned to make for her husband’s breakfast from the refrigerator.

While Chen Qiaoyu was preparing dinner for Yang Qingyin, Yang Qingyin walked into the kitchen.

“Mom, it was you who had someone investigate Luo Ziling, wasn’t it?” Yang Qingyin asked Chen Qiaoyu with a blank expression.

Chen Qiaoyu looked a little embarrassed, but in the end, she did not deny it, “You were going out with him, so of course, I had to find out about this person. Little did I expect, he actually turns out to be Ling Ruonan’s son. My daughter, let me tell you, this person…”

“Mom, forget it, I don’t want to eat,” Yang Qingyin said, ignoring Chen Qiaoyu’s reaction, and walked out of the dining room.

“Yin’er,” Chen Qiaoyu knew Yang Qingyin was angry, hurriedly called out, wanting to explain things to her, but Yang Qingyin had already left the dining room and returned to the living room, so Chen Qiaoyu had no choice but to give up.

Chen Qiaoyu still continued boiling the wontons, however; her cherished daughter had not had dinner, and as a mother, she had to prepare something delicious for her no matter what.

Yang Qingyin walked back into the living room, sat upright opposite Yang Yuanshan and Yang Yunlin, gave her father a dispassionate look, then lowered her eyes and spoke to her grandfather, “Grandpa, Dad, say whatever it is you want to say.”

“Qingyin, did you not know that the person you were hanging out with before is Ling Ruonan’s illegitimate son?” Yang Yunlin asked Yang Qingyin before Yang Yuanshan could speak.

“I only found out a few days ago,” Yang Qingyin said expressionlessly as she looked at a cup in front of her, answering with a very cold tone, “Just say what you want to say. I’m listening.”

Yang Yunlin knew his daughter’s personality well and was not surprised by her reaction, but with his old father present, he still frowned and reprimanded, “Qingyin, Grandfather is here, how can you talk like that?”

Yang Yuanshan waved his hand at Yang Yunlin to signal him not to get angry and then spoke, “Yin’er, you probably don’t know what happened twenty years ago, do you? My own son, your dad’s younger brother, your uncle, died because of Ling Ruonan and her lover. That incident not only cost our Yang Family an important member but also damaged our family’s reputation, subjecting us to the disdain of everyone. At that time, your grandfather and dad wanted nothing more than to kill those wretched people and their illegitimate child. This is a disgrace to our Yang Family, and our greatest loss in decades. Is it appropriate for you to date the son of our enemy?”

Yang Yuanshan adored his granddaughter Yang Qingyin very much, and knowing her temperament, he first explained the past incident before asking skeptically whether what she was doing was appropriate, without coercing her with the tone of an elder to immediately cut ties with Luo Ziling.

While Yang Yuanshan was speaking, Yang Yunlin did not interrupt but watched Yang Qingyin with a serious expression.

“Grandfather, I am twenty-one years old this year. Since the time I came to understand these things, I’ve never met a boy of my age who truly impressed me, not until the first time I saw him and I was moved,” Yang Qingyin hid nothing from her grandfather and father and said bluntly, “I am very happy with him, happier than ever before. Do you think a woman, especially a proud girl like me, would easily miss out on a man who made her heart flutter at the very first moment?”

Yang Qingyin’s candid words surprised both Yang Yuanshan and Yang Yunlin, who exchanged glances before Yang Yuanshan spoke again, “Yin’er, aren’t you afraid that he’s getting close to you on purpose, that after he has tricked you and had his way with you, he’ll abandon you in revenge for what happened in the past?”

Yang Yuanshan’s words made Yang Qingyin frown involuntarily, and she shook her head firmly, “Grandfather, I believe he wouldn’t do that.”

With that, she gave a meaningful smile, “His mother has a similar opinion to yours, thinking that I’m playing with her son with an unspeakable intention, looking to ruin him.”

Yang Qingyin’s statement once again took Yang Yuanshan and Yang Yunlin by surprise, prompting them to look at each other once more.

“Qingyin, with such profound hatred, we cannot forget. No matter what, you cannot be with him,” Yang Yunlin said with a very determined tone.

“Yin’er, let’s have dinner first,” Chen Qiaoyu called out from the kitchen, summoning Yang Qingyin, then said to Yang Yuanshan and Yang Yunlin, “Dad, Yunlin, let Yin’er eat first, she’s still hungry.”

“Go and eat first,” Yang Yuanshan gestured with his hand, indicating that Yang Qingyin should fill her stomach before continuing.

“Then I’ll have the wontons first,” said Yang Qingyin, standing up expressionlessly, not waiting for her grandfather and father to respond, and walked into the dining room.

“Yin’er’s words have given me an idea,” Yang Yuanshan said softly to Yang Yunlin after Yang Qingyin had gone into the dining room.

Yang Yunlin’s face changed immediately, asking incredulously, “Dad, you’re not thinking of using Qingyin as bait to get that kid…”

“A death avenged must be repaid,” Yang Yuanshan’s face flashed with a murderous intent.

Yang Yunlin shivered. He clearly sensed the murderous intent briefly crossing his father’s face.

“Since they’ve broken the rules we set all those years ago, don’t blame the Yang Family,” Yang Yuanshan said coldly, and then looked authoritatively at Yang Yunlin, “You better persuade your daughter well. If she still refuses to see reason, then you… heh, can also teach her a lesson, make her understand the treacherous nature of people.”

Yang Yuanshan’s words caused Yang Yunlin to shiver again, but he dared not contradict the old man’s words.