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

Chapter 469 Eldest Brother's Widow 6

"Young Miss, I saw the Yin family's car."

The moment Yin Xiao's car entered the underground parking garage, Ling Yi received a report from Uncle Zhou.

Outside the office at that moment, her good uncle was trying to use his weight of over 200 pounds (about 100 catties) to break through the defenses of her four bodyguards, whose arms were thicker than her waist, and rush in to give his disobedient niece a good scolding.

Ling Yi deftly twirled the pen in her hand, then summoned her secretary, who was guarding the door as the last line of defense, and whispered a few words in her ear.

The secretary paused for a moment, then turned and left.

Before long, the strong bodyguards were overwhelmed by the even "stronger" uncle and retreated into the lounge looking dejected.

Ling Zhiguo's collar was ripped apart by the bodyguards. He finally rushed to his disobedient niece and had a place to vent his pent-up anger.

"What are those bodyguards you're keeping for? They're even stopping their own uncle! Fire them all right now!"

Ling Yi rested her chin on her hand, leisurely watching the old man go crazy.

He must have just come from a drinking party; the smell of alcohol and perfume on him made her feel nauseous.

With a slight smile, Ling Yi asked in a gentle tone, "Did Second Uncle need something from me?"

Seeing her fearless attitude, Ling Zhiguo became even angrier. His radish-like fingers almost touched Ling Yi's nose as he scolded, "Why did I come here? Don't you know? If you keep causing trouble, you'll ruin the company left by my elder brother and sister-in-law!"

"Do you know who Lao Zhao is? He's the eldest brother's right-hand man. You're asking him to do a questionnaire survey? Who are you trying to humiliate?"

"I always said that little brat doesn't understand anything, she should just go home and have a baby!"

Ling Yi's lips were still slightly upturned, but her eyes grew colder and colder.

She's starting to wonder if it was the right decision to let that old dog Ling Zhiguo bark in front of her just to give Yin Xiao a chance to "save the damsel in distress."

Should she take the opportunity to cry now, or break the old man's fingers and throw him out the window?

"What are you staring at?" Ling Zhiguo was in the middle of his rant when he saw his niece looking so timid with her eyes downcast, which gave him a sense of vengeful satisfaction.

The eldest son always looked down on him, but he didn't realize that his good daughter was even worse than him.

If someone points a finger at you and you don't dare to talk back, what a useless piece of trash you must be!

Isn't it a sure thing to snatch the company from this little brat?

"If you ask me, Yin Hong has been dead for several days now. You need to find yourself a good buyer and sell yourself for a good price. Otherwise, once the Yin family no longer wants you, you won't even be able to keep your seat in this office!"

"Of course, if you want to seduce Yin Xiao, that's not impossible. We brothers all have faces, so you're not exactly... ah!"

The incessant chatter vanished instantly after the heavy kick, turning into a sharp howl.

Before Yin Xiao came, he wanted to ask Ling Yi what kind of interesting things were in the company that made her stay out all night.

But when she got there, she found there was nothing good, only an old dog chattering incessantly in front of Ling Yi, blocking her way home.

He could hear the old man's cursing from afar, and rushed in, but he couldn't stop him from saying the most offensive things.

The person who had been yelling at him that morning was now sitting helplessly behind the table, his previous imposing demeanor completely gone.

Yin Xiao was so angry that his vision blurred. He cursed him, wondering why his skills were ineffective against this old bastard.

Not satisfied with kicking the old man to the ground, Yin Xiao's gleaming leather shoes seemed to have eyes, and he kicked Ling Zhiguo's fragile joints.

Apply pressure to the back of the knee, the ankle, wherever it hurts.

But this guy did all this while his voice was still chuckling: "What did you just say? Say it again?"

"What right do you have to comment on the Yin family's affairs?"

Ling Zhiguo groaned in pain beside the desk as he was kicked violently, repeatedly saying, "Who are you? Do you know who I am? I'm going to kill you!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Xiao smiled broadly, like a flower in bloom.

He grabbed Ling Zhiguo by the bald spot on his head and pulled him up, making him look at himself properly with his almost invisible green beady eyes, and said in a friendly and cordial manner, "I am your father."

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear cough rang in his ears.

Only then did he realize that Ling Zhiguo's father was Ling Yi's grandfather.

He hurriedly replied, "Just kidding. We are equals, and there is no ethical relationship between us."

After Ling Yi walked out of her desk, she looked at Ling Zhiguo, whose face was contorted in pain from having his hair pulled but who didn't dare to utter a sound. She felt that the anger she had felt from being scolded earlier had subsided a little.

She slowly leaned down and looked at him: "Why did you dare to scold me like that just now, but now you don't dare to do it in front of him?"

Ling Zhiguo verbally humiliated her, telling her to sell herself to Yin Xiao, but when things actually went wrong between the two of them, his foul mouth suddenly shut up.

His initial arrogance followed by obsequiousness is laughable.

Looking at Ling Yi's arrogant and domineering manner, Ling Zhiguo cursed inwardly that this little brat was quite quick to find a man, but on the surface he forced a fawning smile. If he had known that Ling Yi was having an affair with the heir of the Ling family, he wouldn't have come to cause trouble.

"Yi-yi, Uncle is also... ah!"

The slender heel landed precisely on Ling Zhiguo's Achilles tendon. Ling Yi exerted all her strength, managing to tear a gash in his flesh.

The screams around her intensified, but Ling Yi's voice remained gentle: "Is it because you are a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong, a petty person who climbs high and tramples on the low?"

"Is this how my father taught you?"

Their parents died early, and their father raised his two younger brothers with great difficulty, only to raise two ungrateful wretches.

Ling Zhiguo was crying and snot streaming down his face. His obese body twisted like a maggot, but he couldn't break free from the two men's restraints and could only beg for mercy repeatedly.

"Yi-yi, please forgive me this time for my brother's sake. I promise I'll never do it again. Uncle will make you pay... Ah!"

Ling Yi picked up a photo frame from the table and smashed it heavily on Ling Zhiguo's forehead. Watching the blood gushing out, she felt a sense of relief.

At this moment, her voice softened considerably: "You still dare to mention my father? What face do you have to mention my father?"

The two photo frames on the father's desk are one of the three of them and the other of the three brothers.

After her father passed away, Ling Yi took over this office and never changed the layout, even though her two younger brothers, whom her father had raised as his sons, came to fight over what he had left them.

At that moment, she took the three brothers' emotional bond and slapped it hard on Ling Zhiguo's face, letting him experience once again what it means to be bound by blood.

The glass on the old-fashioned picture frame shattered into pieces, cutting through Ling Zhiguo's skin and seeping into his flesh.

The arrogant and domineering man just moments before now only dared to close his eyes tightly and wail as he begged to be let go.