C86 Someone from the Wang Family Came!?

Lin Yin cast a glance at Zhang Hongjun and his group.

Then, his gaze shifted to Zhang Qimo, softening as he spoke, "Qimo, do you consent to a divorce?"

Zhang Qimo had maintained an awkward expression throughout. Upon hearing Lin Yin's question, her face eased somewhat.

"I do not agree," Zhang Qimo stated firmly. "I don't need anyone else making decisions for me."

Lin Yin gave a slight nod, his gaze icy as he surveyed the members of the Zhang Family.

"No one can force Qimo into something she disagrees with," Lin Yin declared coldly. "It doesn't matter who that person is."

"Anyone who dares to coerce Qimo's will, I'll deal with them myself."

"You?"

Lin Yin's words sent a jolt through Zhang Hongjun, his siblings, and Qimo's parents, who were visibly intimidated by his chilling stare.

However, their shock was short-lived, and they soon burst into derisive laughter, their faces etched with scorn.

Had Wang Ziwen made such a statement, they wouldn't have dared to object.

Did Lin Yin, the underdog, really think he could intimidate them? Who did he think he was?

"Are you trying to intimidate us?" scoffed Zhang Hongyu. "I'm aware you've trained in some martial arts. Do you think you're a skilled fighter? How foolish! I'm standing right here; do you dare to strike me?"

"He's not that capable. He knows a bit of boxing and seems all too eager to harm others. It's laughable," mocked Zhang Hongxuan.

"Qimo, why won't you agree? This is just ridiculous. Why keep Lin Yin around? The Wang Family's young master has even prepared the dowry," Lu Yahui said with frustration, desperately trying to convince Zhang Qimo. If they didn't get rid of Lin Yin, how could their family ascend to high society? How would they ever live in a mansion and drive sports cars?

"It's irrelevant if Lin Yin refuses to sign! We'll proceed with the legalities. I've already offered him 90,000 yuan, but he's ungrateful," Zhang Hongjun said with a sneer. "He fancies himself a fighter, but Young Master Wang is already on his case. I'll call Young Master Wang over, and let Lin Yin take on the Wang Family's young master's bodyguards."

"Director Zhang, the Wang Family has arrived!" A bodyguard, clad in a suit, hurried in to inform Zhang Hongjun.

"I didn't expect him to arrive so quickly," Zhang Hongjun said with a smug expression. "Let's go out and greet them. The Wang Family's young master must have brought the betrothal gifts. Lin Yin, you wanted a fight, right? Well, Young Master Wang's entourage is here. Go spar with Young Master Wang's bodyguard!"

"I bet he'll be so scared he'll wet himself," Zhang Hongyu sneered as she walked toward the door. "Lin Yin, the Wang Family is here. If you don't have that woman come over today to kneel and apologize at our doorstep, you're not leaving!"

"Lin Yin, just you wait. You've crossed Young Master Wang, and he's here to give you trouble. You're done for!" Lu Yahui said with a scoff, hurrying to the entrance to make a favorable impression on her prospective wealthy son-in-law.

She was eager for Wang Ziwen to force Lin Yin to his knees, shattering his confidence. She wanted him to leave the Zhang Family quietly and allow Young Master Wang to marry Zhang Qimo.

"Lin Yin, you should leave through the back door. Wang Ziwen clearly has ill intentions; he's definitely brought people to hassle you," Zhang Qimo said, concern etched on her face.

"No worries. Let's go out and see what Wang Ziwen is up to," Lin Yin replied nonchalantly, heading toward the door.

He had already instructed Shen San to prepare a team. Twelve cars were covertly tailing Wang Ziwen. What could he possibly do next?

Soon, they all reached the entrance of the Zhang Family's ancestral home.

"Lin Yin, call that woman right now and tell her to come here and kneel to apologize to us immediately. If I find her first, she'll be in an even worse state! Is she the one you went to see after leaving Mingbao House, the one who wears rose-scented perfume?" Zhang Hongyu said with a sneer, standing arrogantly at the entrance with her hands on her hips.

"What's happening? Why haven't I seen Wang Ziwen?" Zhang Hongjun looked around, puzzled, not spotting anyone nearby.

Hadn't Wang Ziwen promised to bring dozens of bodyguards to take on Lin Yin?

"I'm here. Would Wang Ziwen dare to show up now?"

A chilling female voice echoed.

No.6 and No.7 swung the car door open, and Wang Hongling stepped out of the rose-red Bugatti Veyron with flair. She straightened her collar and cast a cold gaze upon the Zhang Family members.

"Do you still have the nerve to speak of Wang Ziwen? You shameless woman, how dare you linger here?" Lu Yahui sneered as she eyed the car behind Wang Hongling, "You're trying to look imposing. That luxury car must be rented, right? Are you trying to intimidate us?"

"This is the woman who pushed me earlier, and she even dared to strike me in front of the Zhang Family's home. You were just saying you wanted to find her, and now you don't have to look any further. Help me get my revenge!" Lu Yahui whined to Zhang Hongyu, "Have someone seize her immediately. Today, she must kneel in front of the Zhang Family and confess to her indecent relationship with Lin Yin!"

Zhang Hongyu, with a steely expression, shook off Lu Yahui's hand and snarled, "Shut your mouth! This is Wang Hongling of the Wang Family. If you're looking for trouble, don't drag me down with you!"

"She's Miss Wang of the Wang Family?" Lu Yahui's face turned ghostly pale as she stared at Wang Hongling, hardly able to believe her eyes, her legs trembling.

How could this be? Wasn't this woman Lin Yin's mistress? Even the rose-scented perfume Lin Yin wore that night belonged to her. How did she turn out to be Miss Wang of the Wang Family?

Lin Yin was a nobody; how could he possibly know Miss Wang of the Wang Family?

"Hongling, what brings you here? It's been so long since I've seen you, and you've grown even more beautiful," Zhang Hongyu said with a warm smile.

Both hailing from the Wang Family, the disparity in their status was immense. Wang Hongling was the cherished only daughter of the Wang Family patriarch, her status and influence surpassing even that of Wang Ziwen. Her father was the true power broker within the Wang Family.

Wang Ziwen's father, Wang Guokang, ranked as the deputy among the family's older generation, and her husband, Wang Zhong, was nothing more than a lackey to Wang Guokang. Given her position within the Wang Family, she wouldn't dare to cross Wang Hongling, nor could she afford to assert any seniority.

"Do you have the right to address me as Hongling?" Wang Hongling asked Zhang Hongyu, her gaze icy and commanding.

"I apologize, I should have referred to you as Miss Wang," Zhang Hongyu replied with a forced smile. She might have been influential elsewhere, but in Wang Hongling's presence, she felt as insignificant as a servant of the Wang Family.

"I heard every word you said! You wanted to track me down and make me kneel before the Zhang Family to apologize?" Wang Hongling interrogated her with a frosty voice, "You accused me of having an affair with Lin Yin, of being his mistress?"

Previously, Lu Yahui had mocked her, but she restrained her anger out of respect for Lin Yin. However, Zhang Hongyu's mockery and slander were the last straw, especially since Wang Hongling had overheard it all. She was seething with rage!

She was the wife of Wang Zhong, who merely ran errands for Wang Guokang. How dare Zhang Hongyu insult her so brazenly? She had clearly overstepped her bounds.

Zhang Hongyu's complexion turned ghostly white, and sweat beaded on her forehead. She hadn't anticipated that Lin Yin was acquainted with Wang Hongling. She had even suspected that Lin Yin's mistress was Wang Hongling, and now she had openly scorned her, with Wang Hongling catching every word?

"It's all a misunderstanding. I didn't realize you and Lin Yin were friends," Zhang Hongyu stammered, her face contorted with discomfort.

"I'm sorry."

"Zhang Hongyu, present your face!" Wang Hongling commanded without a hint of emotion, her hand poised to strike, her voice chilling to the bone.