Dongfang Yi noticed his small movents and silently curled his lips.
Ji Yunya was slightly surprised. How did Brother Yan co here?
Imdiately, a tall figure strode into the living room from outside, dressed in a neatly pressed military uniform, his posture as straight as a sword about to be unsheathed, his handso face chiseled like a sculpture, and his dark eyes cold and intimidating.
The man walked in with broad strides, carrying in the sunlight from outside, his figure backlit and montarily blurred, yet appearing even more imposing.
His gaze first fell on Ji Yunya. Seeing that she was unhard, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then properly greeted Pei Yu without a single fault.
"Well, well, I rember the last ti I saw you, you were only this tall, and now you’ve grown so much in a blink of an eye, looking even more spirited than Qinghan," Pei Yu praised.
Then he inquired about Old Master Pei: "I’ve heard about the situation. I hope he can pull through, sigh..." then his own spirit seed to wane at the thought.
"Qinghan, please entertain the guest well for . I’m not feeling well and will go back to rest now."
With that, he signaled the butler to push him away.
The living room turned into a battleground of four.
Pei Qinghan asked blandly, "Has Young Master Yan had lunch yet?"
Yan Song sat down beside Ji Yunya, raised an eyebrow to glance at her, and smiled, "I was in such a rush that I haven’t had ti yet."
"Prepare a set of dishes for Young Master Yan," Pei Qinghan instructed the servant on standby.
Yan Song held Ji Yunya’s hand, his brow furrowed slightly, "Why is it so cold?"
All year round, her hands were always cold.
Ji Yunya smiled slightly and said, "It’s nothing. Why are you here? Have you finished work?"
Yan Song chuckled, "No matter how busy work is, is it more important than you?"
Ji Yunya glared at him playfully, aware that others were watching, he should be more mindful of his words.
Yet, in the eyes of the two opposite them, each held a different silent emotion.
Pei Qinghan’s lashes lowered slightly, the exquisite delicacies he was eating lost their taste.
Dongfang Yi glanced at the man beside him, smirked sarcastically; if he insisted on self-torture, whom could he bla?
But at the sa ti, a faint heartache spread beneath.
Watching the couple flaunt their love in front of them, a surge of resentnt suddenly rose in the heart.
After leaving the Pei Family, Yan Song had his arm around Ji Yunya’s waist, and the two got into the car and left.
Pei Qinghan sat in the car, looking at the high sky and pale clouds outside, leaning back in the seat, his eyes slightly closed.
The car window was gently tapped by soone.
He opened his eyes and rolled down the window.
His expression was indifferent and ruthless.
"I know you don’t want to see , but there’s one last thing I want to say, and I’ll leave after," Dongfang Yi spoke softly, looking at his tired face.
The man said nothing.
"If my family could laugh till the end, could you give another chance?"
Soone once said that a woman should not lower herself in love; otherwise, she will always be passive in the relationship. She understood the reasoning, but acting on it proved too difficult...
She was willing to risk everything for a chance.
"No," two words cut sharply, extinguishing all her hope.
The car sped away, isolating the man’s indifferent face.
Inhaling a breath of exhaust, Dongfang Yi stood where she was, though the sunlight was bright, she felt cold.
Her eyes gradually beca deep and dark.
In Dongfang Yi’s dictionary, there was never the word failure.
The car slowly rged into the traffic.
Ji Yunya leaned on Yan Song’s shoulder, closing her eyes in fatigue.
Yan Song took a blanket from the side and gently covered her with it, adjusting her head for a comfortable position.
"Brother Yan."
"Hmm?"
Yan Song lowered his eyes to look at her, realizing that she wasn’t asleep.
"Are you worried that I might be bullied?" she smiled as she spoke, "Actually, you’re afraid I might get too close to Brother Pei, and you’re just jealous...."
Yan Song lightly snorted, unwilling to admit it even if threatened.
Recalling sothing, his gaze gradually darkened; Q was a previous warning, he needed to grow stronger as soon as possible, otherwise, how could he face the imminent danger? How could he protect Ji Yunya?
The hand around Ji Yunya’s waist gradually tightened.
Three days later, Ji Yunya left Rongju Garden and ran into ng Shujing coming towards her.
"Great-grandfather’s condition is worsening, and it’s all my fault. Despite my dical skills, I am powerless...."
"How can this be your fault?" ng Shujing comforted her, her gaze flickering slightly.
As things spiraled more out of control, she grew more anxious with each passing day, sotis having nightmares where her grandfather sought revenge, preventing her from having a good night’s sleep. She was truly fed up with such a life, but for Xuanxuan, she had to persevere.
Ji Yunya’s eyes flashed with a smile, sighing helplessly, "I’ll go back and consult the tos to see if there’s any way to treat such an elusive illness." With that, she left under ng Shujing’s hopeful gaze.
ng Shujing glanced towards Rongju Garden, never mustering the courage to step inside and swiftly returned.
Returning to her room, she saw Di Bailu seated on a chair, ghost-like, startling her.
"I warned you, don’t enter my room at will," ng Shujing said coldly.
"I also warned you, you’d better be mindful of your position," Di Bailu replied mockingly.
Clenching her fist, ng Shujing held back.
"What do you want?"
Di Bailu placed a small bottle on the table, "Find a chance to give it to Ji Yunya."
ng Shujing’s eyes widened in shock, "She’s so smart, I can’t be sure...."
"That’s your problem. Fail, and..." she shook the braid in her hand, "this child...."
"I’ll try my best." ng Shujing grasped the bottle tightly, inwardly venomous towards the other.
Di Bailu smirked satisfactorily, "Not try, you must."
"What about Lao San... wasn’t the initial plan to target him and his wife? Why the sudden change?"
Di Bailu warned her with a glare, "You’d better not know such things."
ng Shujing pursed her lips, "Consider I didn’t ask."
Di Bailu lazily stood up, "You’re running out of ti. If you don’t complete the task in three days, you know the consequence...."
Gripping the dicine bottle tightly, ng Shujing gritted her teeth. According to her observation, Ji Yunya was even tougher to deal with than Zhuang Xiyue, but if she couldn’t complete the task, then Xuanxuan...
"Mom." Yan Jin walked in.
"We can’t keep making mistakes."
ng Shujing looked at her in surprise, "But Xuanxuan...."
Yan Jin smiled self-deprecatingly, "I should never have given birth to Xuanxuan, making her suffer like this. If Xuanxuan dies, I’ll go with her. In the afterlife, at least we can keep each other company as family. I only hope, Mother, that you can bury us together."
ng Shujing couldn’t help but cry, tightly embracing her, "My poor child...."
Yan Jin held back her tears, "Let’s tell Third Uncle and Ah Song, they will surely thwart the enemy’s plot. I may not bring glory to this family, but I won’t destroy it with my own hands. Mom, it’s not too late for us to turn back now...."
Hatred gradually filled Yan Jin’s eyes, "Only I can find Wei Zhao and use Third Uncle’s hand to take him down. If I die with Xuanxuan, it won’t be in vain, as long as you rember to avenge us...."
She had enough, truly had enough. If dying in the end could secure a way out for the Yan Family, she felt it was worth it.
As for Xuanxuan, I’m sorry; we’ll be mother and daughter in the next life.
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