Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 303: The Bloody Past

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: The Bloody Past

"So, your return this time is to seek revenge on the Yin Family, especially Yin Moran? Because he is Yin Zhongjie’s son? In order to exact revenge on him, you plan to steal his current girlfriend? Then, you and Lin Qian have two sons—was that intentional, or merely a coincidence?"

Old Madam Yin looked at Chu Yelin, whose eyes were blazing with intense hatred, feeling both heartache and a deep sigh.

It was clear that eliminating the hatred in Chu Yelin’s heart would not be an easy task.

What worried her more was his vengeance inadvertently affecting the innocent.

Such as Lin Qian.

Now she was the woman Yin Moran had set his sights on, but at the same time, the mother of Chu Yelin’s two sons.

It was truly something baffling.

Was it really just a coincidence?

Old Madam Yin’s mind flashed to Lin Qian’s appearance, and a glimmer of deep contemplation crossed her aged eyes.

She bore a resemblance to that chief secretary who had betrayed them.

Could there be unknown connections hidden within all this?

For instance, could Lin Qian be the daughter of that chief secretary?

And Chu Yelin, because of his mother’s influence, redirected his hatred toward Lin Qian?

Was his scheme for revenge on behalf of his mother also targeting Lin Qian?

Could that be possible?

But Lin Qian was the daughter of Lin Hai!

As for that chief secretary, back then she resigned quickly due to public pressure and completely vanished afterward.

Could there be any links between the two?

Old Madam Yin’s thoughts raced, only to hear a cold chuckle from Chu Yelin, whose gaze toward her carried an enigmatic depth.

"What are you afraid of? Worried about your precious eldest grandson? Afraid I’ll take everything from him? Understandable! Without the surname Yin, without the family’s protection, what is he worth? What abilities does he have? Old Madam Yin, you’re old now, wanting to enjoy your twilight years in peace, wishing to see the Yin Family prosper and flourish. I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed! I will patiently watch as the Yin Family crumbles bit by bit, and I’ll be there to witness your downfall!"

Whether for public purposes or private vendettas, anything belonging to Yin Moran, he would not let go of!

Gazing at Chu Yelin’s coldly handsome face, Old Madam Yin found herself at a loss for words.

In wealthy families, the one thing never lacking was conflict.

She never imagined these conflicts would cease; she merely wished, at her advancing age, to see her family members safe and well.

But such desires were doomed to be unfulfilled.

"Yelin..."

"Old Madam Yin, we’re not that familiar—please don’t address me so intimately!"

Chu Yelin interrupted Old Madam Yin’s words, his lips curling into a cold and indifferent smile. "That’s enough talking. I’m tired and need to rest. Please leave now, Old Madam Yin."

No need to play on emotions.

Having weathered over twenty years of hardship, his heart had long been tempered to unyielding steel. A few words from her wouldn’t make him let go of his hatred!

Dismissed ruthlessly by Chu Yelin, Old Madam Yin held her gaze on him for a few more moments before letting out a heavy sigh and leaving without further insistence.

"Yelin, whether you admit it or not, you are ultimately connected by blood to the Yin Family. I only hope that one day, you might come to understand. Life is long, and in the end, titles, riches, grudges, and vendettas—all turn to dust and shadows. When you grow old someday, may your memories not be consumed only by hatred in the twilight of your reflection."

Every individual has their own story and experiences.

No amount of outside commentary can change anything.

Only by living and enduring can one look back and gain understanding.

With someone supporting her, Old Madam Yin walked away, the door closing behind her, leaving the room in silence once more.

Chu Yelin stared at the vast emptiness in front of him, the chill on his face deepening bit by bit.

What right did she have to lecture him?

Urging him not to let his heart be consumed by hatred?

But after all these years, it was hatred alone that had kept him alive!

The Yin Family had taken everything from him—why should he surrender his revenge simply because of traces of blood he most despised flowing through his veins?

Was he meant to die?

Was his kind and gentle mother merely supposed to serve as a sacrificial pawn?

No!

He would fight for justice on behalf of his mother!

His mind flashed to the tender, sweet smile of his mother. The depths of Chu Yelin’s eyes slowly reddened as his clenched fists made an audible cracking sound.

His mother had been a tragic figure, a mere pawn in someone else’s game.

For a pawn, the key to survival was holding fast to their core. Then perhaps they might escape unscathed.

Yet his mother was evidently an unfit pawn, for she had misplaced her heart during her dealings with Yin Zhongjie.

What was so good about that licentious bastard?

What made him worth sacrificing everything for?

She had fallen pregnant, but Yin Zhongjie had doubted the child she carried belonged to the Yin Family’s main branch and forcibly demanded she abort the baby.

Unwilling to comply, she fled while pregnant, eventually giving birth to him in a remote mountain village.

She had been so foolish, giving up all wealth and status, wanting only to raise him quietly and peacefully.

Yet fate was cruel.

She had been cast aside as a pawn, but why did those who hated the Yin Family refuse to let her go?

He remembered vividly the night when tragedy struck, as his mother sang him to sleep like usual.

But disaster arrived—armed men burst through the door. These men, sent by the Yin Family’s business rivals, demanded classified information about the Yin Family from his mother.

She refused to cooperate, so they captured both mother and son.

In the frigid, terrifying confines of the dark room, he could hear the leader torturing his mother outside, her anguished screams filling every corner of the space...

Chu Yelin closed his eyes, veins visibly pulsing at his temple, tears silently streaming down his face.

The nightmare of the past clawed incessantly at him—it was impossible to suppress the memories.

He heard the kidnappers say he was Yin Zhongjie’s illegitimate son. Initially, they had planned to abduct Yin Moran to pressure Yin Zhongjie into submission. However, with bodyguards protecting Moran, their plan shifted toward him.

When they relayed the ransom demand to Yin Zhongjie—that Yin Zhongjie was to use Yin Family’s classified documents in exchange for his and his mother’s lives—Yin Zhongjie coldly declared that they could kill the two if they wished. Their lives meant nothing to him!

Meant nothing to him!

How could such a heartless man possibly be his biological father?

Not only did he deny Chu Yelin’s existence, but how could he disregard the woman he had shared intimacy with, leaving her to suffer?

His so-called passion and devotion belonged solely to his family—and to that chief secretary who had betrayed his mother!

As for his mother and himself, had he viewed them as nothing but disgraceful stains?

Chu Yelin’s chest heaved, his hand rising to cover his face, concealing the tears spilling from his eyes.

Scenes from the past continued to replay in his mind.

Thankfully, his mother had an admirer named Qi Jingfeng, who had tracked them down and stealthily rescued them from their captors.

But those ruthless men wouldn’t let them escape so easily.

During the chase, their car crashed into an oncoming tanker truck.

The explosion that followed took his mother’s life, left him deaf, and crippled Qi Jingfeng’s leg.

Such a devastating history!

Chu Yelin’s throat bobbed repeatedly as he swallowed waves of anger and bitterness surging within him.