There’s no wall that doesn’t leak; soon the entire Yan Family knew about Su Yu’s situation, except for the old master. Zhuang Xiyue was both angry and heartbroken. She rushed to the hospital to see Su Yu, and then hurried back to confront Yin Suhua. To get Yan Nankun to divorce Su Yu at this ti, wasn’t it forcing Su Yu to the brink of death?
Yin Suhua could be domineering with anyone, except Zhuang Xiyue. This woman’s status now was different from the past; her aura was powerful, making people reluctant to talk back even when she was rebuking them. Although she was a senior, she couldn’t put on the airs of one anymore.
"I’m laying it down right here: whoever dares to drive Yuyu out will get kicked out of the Yan Family."
Zhuang Xiyue was extrely angry, knowing Yin Suhua was biased towards n over won and desperate for a grandson. Little did she think she’d beco so muddled.
"She...." Yin Suhua opened her mouth to say sothing, but Zhuang Xiyue coldly interrupted, "What about her?"
Yin Suhua shrank back in submission.
"And that woman Lau i?" She would not easily forgive the culprit.
"I don’t know...."
"You don’t know? Without your instigation, would that woman dare to behave so boldly?"
"Yueyue, you’re really wronging this ti, I know nothing...."
Yan Lan heard about what happened at ho and couldn’t care less about work; she rushed back anxiously and scolded Yin Suhua. Her mom as a mother-in-law made her even more afraid of future marriage. If she t such a mother-in-law, it would be a nightmare...
Yin Suhua felt wronged too. She thought she wasn’t wrong. It was fine when Zhuang Xiyue said sothing; she couldn’t offend her. But even her own daughter wasn’t on her side, which made Yin Suhua very angry, pointing and scolding Yan Lan. Yan Lan coldly looked at her, "Mom, you really disappoint ."
Yin Suhua suddenly panicked: "Lianlian, listen to ...."
"People have feelings; you may not see Sixth Sister-in-law as a human, but if I ever encounter a mother-in-law like you, I’d rather die than endure your abuse."
With those words, she turned and left, rushing to the hospital to see Su Yu.
Su Yu always appeared very calm. Everyone thought she was strong enough to overco this blow, even Zhuang Xiyue thought so. Only Yun Ya knew that beneath such calm was a heart ashened, with pale words unable to save a soul that’s already gone.
"Yun Ya, I want to dress up a bit."
Yun Ya fulfilled her request.
Su Yu washed up and changed into a custom-made embroidered qipao. The handcrafted outfit, designed by a master, would never go out of style. As Su Yu’s fingers gently brushed over the fabric, she said, "This dress was custom-made by a qipao master my mom hired for when I got married. I’ve always been reluctant to wear it. I didn’t expect it to still fit so well after all these years. Seems like I’ve maintained my figure quite well."
She smiled lightly while saying this, applying her makeup ticulously, as if she were about to et her first love, aiming to present her most perfect self.
After finishing her makeup, she turned to Yun Ya and asked, "Does it look good?"
With grace and elegance, exquisite as jade, Yun Ya nodded with a smile, "It looks good."
She touched her hair, "I should have washed my hair, but there’s no ti...." She smiled, "Never mind, this will do."
She sat by the bed and took out her phone to send a text ssage.
Then she began to lay down and sleep.
Yun Ya closed the door and walked out. Yan Nankun was still waiting at the door, refusing to leave despite being urged to. As Yun Ya erged, he quickly asked, "How is she?"
Yun Ya quietly glanced at him, "If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"
Those words successfully turned Yan Nankun’s face pale.
Yun Ya saw Lau i approaching with her exquisite makeup and saw Yun Ya, instinctively straightening her back and sweetly calling Yan Nankun "Brother Kun," but Yan Nankun didn’t even glance at her.
Yun Ya’s face remained impassive, as if he hadn’t seen her at all.
Lau i snorted coldly and pushed open the ward door to enter.
Inside, there were intermittent voices, indistinct to the ear. Yun Ya sat on a chair by the door. This short ti felt like an agonizing eternity.
Finally, Lau i’s scream pierced the air, filled with deep fear, as if she had encountered sothing terrifying.
Yan Nankun darted in imdiately.
Yun Ya remained seated unmoving.
The hand hanging by his side clenched tightly into a fist.
"Ah...." Yan Nankun’s voice echoed in grief and pain.
"Ding," the phone chid with a new WeChat ssage notification.
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