Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 474 Eldest Brother's Widow 12

Having reached a consensus on eating a few more bites of food, Yin Xiao got into the car with considerable pleasure.

Occasional separations aren't necessarily a bad thing.

Although the process was frustrating, the result was good.

At least now Ling Yi has a bit more life in her body. She's no longer like before, as if she were always teetering on the edge of a cliff, seemingly about to fall into the abyss at any moment.

But Yin Xiao was clearly too optimistic. As the car gradually moved towards home, Ling Yi's smile faded.

Upon entering the villa area, their faces became as cold as ice.

Her once bright and lively eyes are now staring blankly out the window, as if she is recalling something.

Yin Xiao suddenly felt that this house was a prison for her. The moment she stepped in, she was imprisoned by the past, and only the image of Yin Hong remained in her mind. She could no longer find any joy.

He pursed his lips and suddenly said, "Turn around and go out to eat."

The driver paused for a moment, then the car smoothly turned around instantly, causing no discomfort to the passengers. The experience was exceptionally worth his salary.

Ling Yi finally turned her gaze away from the window and towards him.

The obvious doubt in his eyes made Yin Xiao grin.

He looked a bit silly and a bit unreasonable: "I don't want to eat at home, let's go eat out together."

As if afraid that Ling Yi would refuse, he brought up old grievances: "I haven't settled the score for helping you carry your luggage yet, you can't be ungrateful."

He was clearly trying to help Ling Yi, but the things he said were completely unreasonable.

Ling Yi suddenly smiled and said, "Then we can eat out."

This brain, occasionally, has moments when its IQ peaks.

Yin Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly, suppressing his joy, and casually chatted with Ling Yi about her affairs outside.

I suppressed my irritation and listened to her talk about Zhou Yi, about that rich second-generation, and about how she managed her uncle's family.

When she talks about her career, her eyes sparkle.

Yin Xiao pressed his wrist without making a sound, feeling his erratic pulse, and felt that he might have a terminal illness.

As the two talked, Ling Yi's suppressed joy seemed to resurface.

When they arrived at the restaurant that Yin Xiao frequented, a faint smile even appeared on his lips: "I must appreciate Mr. Yin's taste."

Yin Xiao closed the car door and said indifferently, "I grew up abroad, what kind of taste do I have? I'm lucky if I can eat anything."

There seemed to be a hint of pride in his expression.

When the doorman heard the big customer badmouthing his restaurant, he bowed slightly and remained silent.

Although Yin Xiao said that, this restaurant actually did have some merit.

After all, there are restaurants that try to rip people off with gimmicks, but those that want to consistently rip people off must have some real substance, otherwise they will eventually be abandoned by the wealthy.

This one has pretty good food.

Ling Yi also drank a couple of sips of wine with her meal, and her face flushed slightly.

She gazed at the river view outside the window and said lazily, "Mr. Yin is too modest. Your taste is quite good."

Yin Xiao leaned back in his chair, looked at the woman's gentle face under the warm light, and smiled: "Thank you for the compliment."

There was a moment of silence before he slowly said, "We're already so familiar with each other, isn't it a bit impolite to still call him President Yin?"

"What's that called?"

Just as Ling Yi was about to say "brother," Yin Xiao interrupted her, saying, "It's fine to just call him by his name."

"I'm a few years older than you, and I don't want to hear anything that hurts my pride."

He didn't want Ling Yi's identity to be associated with Yin Hong anymore. This thought had been incredibly strong from the first moment they met, and he still makes no attempt to hide his ambition now.

His gaze was sharp as he stared intently at Ling Yi.

The signal was clear enough; he didn't believe Ling Yi hadn't noticed.

He just wants to pursue her and date her, so what?

Let Yin Hong die, let Zhou Yi die, and that rich kid too. All the men who covet her should die. He and she are the perfect match.

Love at first sight, and growing closer over time—what couple in this world could be more perfectly matched than them?

Ling Yi's smile froze, and her expression visibly turned defensive.

She pushed the cup in front of her away slightly and said coldly, "It's getting late, I need to go back and rest."

The pleasant atmosphere vanished instantly with a single sentence from Yin Xiao.

But Yin Xiao didn't regret it at all. Rather than waiting for eight hundred years like Zhou Yi without any spark, he would rather accept Ling Yi's cold treatment after confessing his feelings.

At the very least, appear before her as a man, not as a symbol of an older brother or subordinate.

The former, she might still think of when she wants to find a partner.

the latter……

When I'm eighty, I'll help Lingyi take care of the old man.

Yin Xiao's actions were partly driven by the pleasant atmosphere, but more so by the thoughts that had arisen when he met Zhou Yi.

He didn't want to end up like Zhou Yi, a dutiful subordinate watching her walk hand in hand with someone else.

However, even though I anticipated my fate, I still felt somewhat discouraged.

They all have the same face, how is he inferior to that scoundrel Yin Hong?

He never flirted with women before, nor did he lose his memory to make vows of eternal love to young girls. He could help her in her career and take care of her in her life. Why couldn't he win her favor?

Is this what they mean by first come, first served?

Don't be ridiculous. If everything is about who comes first, wouldn't the oldest person be the world's ruler?

Ultimately, it was because they hadn't spent enough time together that he couldn't erase Yin Hong's image from Ling Yi's mind in a short period of time.

They have plenty of time; he has all the time in the world to pry Yin Hong out of her heart and then stuff himself inside.

Startled for a moment, he grabbed Ling Yi's sleeve, carefully avoiding touching her at all: "I'll take you back."

Ling Yi lowered her eyes to look at the tiny gap between their skin, but ultimately did not do anything rash in public.

"I'm going home to sleep tonight." But she really needed to let this guy calm down.

Yin Xiao readily agreed: "Perfect timing. I've been looking at the garden at home and I'm planning to demolish it soon. You should rest at home for a while."

Eradicate all their memories and plant your own.

No, these are traces that belong to them.

"Do you have any favorite flowers or plants? I can tell the gardener."

The topic changed so quickly and the manner so natural, as if the embarrassing incident between the two of them had never happened.

"Do as you please." Ling Yi had no intention of going back to that place, so she naturally didn't care what was planted there.

Yin Xiao smiled slightly: "Alright, I'll show you my taste then."

"Come on, I'll take you home."