Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 439: Beg him to let off someone once

Chapter 439: Chapter 439: Beg him to let off someone once

Bai Xiaosheng left with Lin Weiwei and Shang Wanwan in tow.

The Meng Family, plunged into chaos.

All the attending guests had a hint of excitement in their eyes.

Today, it was not a wasted trip!

The Yin Family of Zhongjing, superstar Shang Wanwan, and moreover, the scarcely young general manager of Zhongjing Media—these topics were endless sources of gossip!

Especially the events that happened tonight were extremely theatrical, truly more enjoyable than listening to storytelling or watching plays!

Yin Dongfeng’s face was pale as he stared fixedly outside.

Bai Xiaosheng’s figure had long since vanished, yet he still looked on.

"Brother?" Yin Donglei couldn’t help but call out softly.

That call snapped Yin Dongfeng out of it.

"Let’s go, we’re going home!" Yin Dongfeng hurriedly said.

The slapping of Yin Donglei earlier was just for show; he certainly wasn’t going to truly disown his kin.

Now that trouble had arisen, he still needed to consult with his father.

"Alright!" Yin Donglei didn’t dare utter a single word of dissent at this point.

No matter the intent, the slaps from his brother just now really hurt!

"Yin Bro!" Meng Bing rushed to grab Yin Dongfeng’s arm, her attitude subservient as she explained, "Yin Bro, I didn’t mean to be loud, don’t be mad at me!"

Yin Dongfeng shook off his arm, and said expressionlessly to her, "Intentional or not, it doesn’t matter. From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other."

In Meng Bing’s eyes, fear and shock interwove as she pleaded, "Yin Bro, today’s mistake wasn’t my fault, you—you can’t..."

"Dongfeng, Bingbing is right, she has nothing to do with what happened today!" Meng Haishan quickly spoke out.

Yin Dongfeng glanced at Meng Haishan, his eyes filled with contempt.

He turned away and walked off.

Meng Bing tried to lunge forward but was stopped by Yin Donglei.

"Donglei, your brother, he—he doesn’t want me anymore!" Meng Bing looked to him as though seeing a savior.

"Don’t get excited, don’t misunderstand," Yin Donglei said with a forced smile, as though trying to comfort her, "My brother never had any intention of wanting you. Meng Bing, wake up. Not even worthy of a glance, you try to throw yourself at our Yin Family without even an interpersonal relationship, you really should stop dreaming. And given your family situation... Oh right, how did you describe that Lin Weiwei before, a country bumpkin, right? You aren’t even fit to be a country bumpkin!"

Yin Donglei’s words were like a series of sharp blades, plunging straight into Meng Bing’s heart.

"You, you..." Meng Bing’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at him, then at Yin Dongfeng walking away without a second glance, her face utterly drained of color.

The guests watched from a distance, whispering among themselves.

Meng Haishan’s face turned as red and ashamed as a monkey’s butt, fuming with rage, "Yin Donglei, Yin Dongfeng, you two beasts! How dare you speak like that..."

"Old fool, shut up!" Yin Dongfeng suddenly stopped, turned around, and barked darkly, his eyes as fierce as a wolf’s.

Meng Haishan was startled into trembling by his glare and shout.

"I gave you a bit of face because of that brief fling with your daughter, but don’t be shameless and try to cling to the Yin Family, you’re not worthy! If you still had any ties with Assistant Lin, I might have overlooked your existence for a while longer, but now... If you waste one more word, I’ll make it so you can’t stand in Zhongjing!" Yin Dongfeng’s voice was chilling to the bone.

The guests fell silent as if chilled to the core.

Such a "son-in-law," Old Meng has indeed accrued a lifetime of bad karma...

"Donglei, let’s go!" With a single sentence from Yin Dongfeng, Yin Donglei turned and hurriedly followed.

The Meng Family.

Meng Bing collapsed to the floor in despair, while Meng Haishan stood like a defeated man, head hanging down, silent.

The guests looked at each other.

Lin Lu, who had been quiet all along and whose expression conveyed a hint of tiredness, walked over calmly and said indifferently to the guests, "Thank you all for coming today, the gathering is now over. There are problems at home, so please forgive us for not seeing you out."

Ultimately, it was Lin Lu who managed to maintain the facade.

But at this moment, she truly felt exhausted.

The guests began to leave one by one.

Yu Xiaoxiao, with a sorrowful face, followed behind her boyfriend, her head drooping in dejection.

Song Jiajia wanted to say something but hesitated, sighed, and then left with the crowd.

At that moment.

Inside a Mercedes-Benz Sprinter van, Bai Xiaosheng and two others sat facing each other.

Shang Wanwan held Lin Weiwei’s hand, offering silent comfort.

Bai Xiaosheng was also pondering how to offer consolation.

"Xiaosheng, Miss Wanwan, you don’t need to persuade me," Lin Weiwei said with a smile when she saw their expressions, though the smile was still tinged with fatigue and reluctance.

"Before, I thought of it as an insurmountable barrier, one I might never get over, but now that it’s happened, I suddenly feel like it’s nothing!" Lin Weiwei shook her head with a self-deprecating laugh, "It’s just a knot in my heart! Once stepped over, really, it’s nothing!"

"That alcohol, will you still drink?" Shang Wanwan asked carefully.

"No more drinking. Drowning sorrows in liquor only deepens them! I don’t need to drown sorrows; I want to go back, take a bath, sleep well, and when I wake up the next day, I, Lin Weiwei, will still be Lin Weiwei!" Lin Weiwei took a deep breath and said.

Bai Xiaosheng couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, exchanging a smile with Shang Wanwan.

Weiwei would always be a fighter!

Elsewhere.

Yin Dongfeng was in a hurry, taking Yin Donglei into the car, and they sped back home.

Zhongjing, the Yin Family Old House.

A short-haired, frost-white, seemingly very composed elder sat in the study, looking over some documents.

This elder was none other than Yin Haoran.

Two years ago, at fifty-eight, Yin Haoran was as sharp as ever, resembling someone in his forties, and very well-maintained.

In just two short years, with the decline of Zhongjing Haoran, he had aged noticeably, his personality also underwent a sudden change, becoming extremely composed.

The Yin Family in Zhongjing was still heavily involved in real estate, and even several large projects belonged to them. To outsiders, they still seemed like a formidable force, but once their borrowed financial chains broke, the banks could devour them whole!

The study door was knocked on urgently, after which Yin Dongfeng and Yin Donglei entered one after the other.

"Elder brother, second brother, what’s wrong with you two?" said Yin Haoran, glancing at the solemn-faced Yin Dongfeng and the sorrowful Yin Donglei.

Yin Dongfeng and Yin Donglei, no matter how wanton their actions outside, at home, in the presence of their father, both were as meek as lambs.

"Dad, there’s been an incident!" Yin Dongfeng said in a low voice.

"Speak!" Yin Haoran, leaning against the back of his chair, said with a single word.

Yin Dongfeng then recounted the events of the day.

He was already aware of the part involving the Meng Family thanks to Yin Donglei’s account on the way over.

At this moment, Yin Dongfeng dared not hide anything.

Yin Donglei was even more anxious as he looked at his father.

Yin Haoran listened, immovable as a boulder, without surprise or anger, displaying no emotion.

All things related to Zhongjing Media, with Yin Dongfeng in charge, the old master naturally knew everything.

Regarding Bai Xiaosheng, Yin Haoran had only one evaluation.

A sly fox!

The sly fox, a cunning cat, in comparison to tigers and wolves, is more deceitful; seemingly gentle and easy to bully, but once provoked, exceedingly fierce!

"Tigers and leopards are easy to guard against due to their transparency, but with this man, you never know what he is going to do next. It’s best to avoid provoking him!"

Yin Haoran had repeatedly warned Yin Dongfeng many times.

But now, trouble had still ensued.

"Dad, what should we do?" Yin Dongfeng couldn’t help but ask.

"Call Bai Xiaosheng," Yin Haoran said calmly to Yin Dongfeng, "Call him now, and beg him!"