Return to 88: Starting from Marrying My Sister-in-law

Lu Yang knows everything.

However, there were some things he couldn't say, because this incident actually involved another woman.

She used to be his secretary.

She is also a good friend of the two sisters, Yin Mingyue and Yin Mingzhu.

Xu Siqi.

This is also his woman.

Mentioning another woman in front of his wife.

That would be incredibly disrespectful to a wife.

Although many things are understood without being said.

Moreover, there's another thing: the lawsuit wasn't what his wife, Yin Mingyue, thought at all.

She thought it was a war between the two women.

But in reality, this was just a show put on by a group of people.

The audience is herself in front of her.

The objective is even simpler.

One reason was to stay in China, and the other was to vent her anger, or rather, to see that Yin Mingzhu was constantly in trouble, so that she would be too embarrassed to cause her any more trouble.

The car drove through the heavy and heavily guarded gates of Century Garden, meandered along the private driveway, and finally stopped in front of the brightly lit main villa.

The air was filled with the fragrance of carefully tended flowers and plants, isolating the outside world from the noise and the tense atmosphere of the phone call just now.

Lu Yang's words, "I will handle it," were like a reassuring pill, completely relaxing Yin Mingyue's tense nerves.

She carried her sleeping son, who was smacking his lips in his sleep, and snuggled up beside Lu Yang as they got out of the car.

The warm door of the home opened before them, and the nanny was already waiting in the entryway. She skillfully took little Lu Fan and gently coaxed him to the toy room upstairs.

The large living room fell silent instantly, leaving only Lu Yang and Yin Mingyue.

The soft light from the crystal chandelier spilled down, illuminating the lingering blush on Yin Mingyue's face and a hint of weariness from her journey, as well as the undisguised burning passion leaping in Lu Yang's deep eyes.

Their eyes met silently in the air.

Yin Mingyue noticed her husband's extremely aggressive gaze, her heart raced uncontrollably, and two red clouds quickly rose to her cheeks.

She lowered her eyelashes slightly, her voice as soft as a feather: "It's...it's not completely dark yet..." Her words carried a hint of shyness and a coy reluctance.

Lu Yang chuckled softly, a laugh that resonated with the vibrations of his chest, magnetic and alluring.

He didn't speak, but strode closer with an undeniable air of authority.

He reached out, his warm fingers gently lifting her chin, and placed a tender yet possessive kiss on her smooth forehead. "Is that so?"

His voice was hoarse, and his breath brushed against her nose.

Yin Mingyue felt a slight dizziness, and her body twisted unconsciously, as if trying to break free from the invisible net, but she was drawn even deeper in.

The next second, a dizzying sensation came over her as Lu Yang's strong arms steadily lifted her up in his arms.

She gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her burning cheeks in his broad chest, feeling his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Lu Yang carried her and steadily stepped onto the spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

His clear footsteps echoed in the empty living room, each step seeming to tread on Yin Mingyue's heart.

Their figures quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Peng!"

The heavy solid wood door to the master bedroom was pushed open and then neatly closed.

Immediately afterward, Lu Yang's voice, tinged with a hint of mockery and command, came through the door and could be faintly heard downstairs in the silence: "Just close the curtains tightly."

Inside the gate, spring was in full bloom, and affection was palpable.

All worries, external disturbances, and complicated interpersonal relationships were left behind at this moment.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder; their burning longing transformed into an intense, passionate embrace. This was a world just for the two of them. After an unknown amount of time, the passion gradually subsided, leaving an air thick with a languid and ambiguous atmosphere.

Lu Yang was the first to get up from the soft bed, his upper body bare with well-defined muscles, beads of sweat sliding down his strong back.

Instead of rushing to the bathroom, he walked to the window and swiftly pulled open the heavy blackout curtains.

The last rays of the setting sun had long since disappeared, and outside the window were the carefully arranged courtyard lights of Century Garden, and the twinkling lights of the city in the distance.

He had his back to the bed, gazing at the deep night outside the window, as if contemplating some important decision.

A moment later, he suddenly spoke, his tone as calm as if discussing what to have for dinner, but the content was earth-shattering:
"daughter in law."

He turned around, leaned against the windowsill, and looked down at Yin Mingyue, who was curled up in bed with only her flushed, languid, and charming face showing. "I'm planning to buy a private jet. What do you think?"

"what?"

Yin Mingyue was instantly stunned, as if she had been frozen in place.

This topic was far too sophisticated for her.

One second they were still basking in the afterglow of tenderness, and the next they were stunned by this sudden "big-ticket shopping" event.

She suddenly poked her head out of the covers, her long, dark hair disheveled, her large, watery eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the back of the shirtless man by the window, who looked completely at ease.

"A...a private jet?" she stammered, her cheeks flushing even redder, this time with surprise and a hint of instinctive worry. "Wouldn't that be a bit too ostentatious? Honey, I'm afraid this isn't a good idea!"

As if finding a foothold, she hurriedly propped herself up, not even caring that the thin blanket had slipped off, and looked earnestly at Lu Yang: "I've heard Mrs. Li from Chairman Zhang's house next door say this several times! She said that these days, especially for rich people like us, we have to keep a low profile and not be too ostentatious! The nail that sticks out gets hammered down, and the taller the tree, the more the wind blows! We'll be... we'll be treated like pigs..."

She paused, seemingly finding the word "kill" too unlucky, and changed it to a more euphemistic one, "...someone who's got their eye on her! Her husband, Lao Zhang, is very low-key. I heard that he tries to walk or take the bus whenever he goes out, and he doesn't even call a private car easily, let alone buy a private jet."

Yin Mingyue's tone carried an almost naive worry. She genuinely felt that what "Mrs. Li" said made a lot of sense; diligence, thrift, and humility were the ways to manage a household and protect oneself.

As Lu Yang listened to his wife's worried "advice," a helpless yet slightly sarcastic smile crept onto his lips.

He turned around, walked to the bedside, picked up a towel draped over the back of the chair, and casually wiped the sweat off his body.

"That tightwad?" Lu Yang scoffed, clearly disdainful of "Chairman Zhang's" "low profile." "Do you think their situation is the same as ours?"

He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at his bewildered wife, and decided to point things out a little, lest she be misled by the apparent "low profile": "Honey, Old Zhang's family situation... is rather complicated. How did he get the money to restructure and buy that state-owned enterprise? There are many twists and turns involved. To put it bluntly, that money might not be so clean. If the higher-ups don't investigate, he can continue to be a model of frugal entrepreneurship. But if they really do investigate, do you think his 'low profile' will be of any use? They'll still investigate, and those who need to be investigated won't escape punishment. It'll all come down to the New Year's pig, won't it?"

Lu Yang's tone carried a hint of coldness, but he stopped there.

He paused, then reached out and pinched Yin Mingyue's smooth cheek, his eyes softening with affection: "Every penny of our family's money is clean and can withstand scrutiny. So, spend your money with peace of mind! Buy whatever you want, but don't be like that old Zhang's wife, always thinking about how to save money and pretend to be poor. That's just trying to cover up the truth!"

Seemingly realizing he'd said too much and might frighten the naive woman, Lu Yang quickly stopped himself: "Besides, you know Old Zhang is out there... cough..."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Never mind, let's not talk about him anymore. Anyway, remember, we have our own way of living. Don't worry about the plane, it's perfectly fine."

He stood up and emphasized again, "Once we buy it, I'll take you and the two kids, and our whole family can go wherever we want! Island vacations, European castles, watching the Great Migration of lions on the African savanna... anything is fine! You can start researching now. Tell me which place you like."

Lu Yang's vision of the future stirred Yin Mingyue's heart, her eyes sparkling with longing. However, her long-standing frugal habits and concerns about "being in the limelight" made her hesitate: "Oh... okay... alright."

She responded softly, clearly needing more time to process this "big plan".

Just then, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, and Lu Yang had already entered the shower room to start taking a shower.

Hearing the sound of water, Yin Mingyue suddenly came to her senses. She glanced at the exquisite clock on the bedside table and immediately became anxious: "Oh dear, it's almost dark!"

She hurriedly threw off the covers and got out of bed, quickly putting on the pajamas scattered to the side.

She hurried to the bathroom door, and through the frosted glass, she could see a blurry, muscular figure moving inside. She gently knocked on the warm glass door and raised her voice, "Honey, I'm going downstairs now! Xin'er should be out of school soon; the school bus will be here on its way. If she doesn't see me downstairs when she gets back, she'll definitely run up to look for me. Come down and have dinner with our daughter after you've finished showering!"

Inside the glass door, the sound of running water continued. Lu Yang mumbled a reply, "Okay, I understand."

Yin Mingyue took one last look at the blurry figure on the glass door, a blush creeping onto her face. She then turned and left the bedroom with light steps, going downstairs to greet her daughter who was about to come home from school.

Soon, her daughter's clear and cheerful voice rang out from downstairs: "Mommy! I'm home!"

Standing under the warm water, Lu Yang listened to the cheerful laughter of his wife and daughter downstairs. The discussion about the private jet seemed to have been overshadowed by the warm family atmosphere.

However, deep within his eyes lingered even more complex thoughts: his wife's naivety and dependence, the truth behind the "war" between the sisters, the layout of Hong Kong, and the woman who was far away in Singapore or had already returned home... Beneath the surface, undercurrents never ceased to surge.

Buying an airplane may just be the beginning, a tool to facilitate a global network and to more discreetly connect his scattered "points" in various locations.

But he knew that in front of Yin Mingyue, this could only ever be a beautiful excuse about a "family trip." (End of Chapter)