She had long forgotten the taste of tears because no one could tolerate her weakness. She could only bite her teeth, hold back the tears, and silently swallow the bitterness in the quiet deep nights. With a sense of desolation, she fell into a deep sleep, only to wake up from sweat-drenched nightmares, day after day, year after year, endlessly repeating.
Her phone rang, and seeing the caller ID, she pressed the answer button.
A soft and gentle female voice ca through the phone, soothing like a spring breeze touching the heart, "Yaya, co over for dinner tonight. It’s been a long ti since we’ve seen you. Uncle Qin and Brother Ah Du miss you. Let’s have a gathering tonight."
"Okay," she replied.
Carrying gifts, she walked in. Aunt Wu saw her and imdiately smiled, "Miss Yun Ya is here. Madam has been talking about you non-stop."
Yun Ya slightly raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What bad things did Aunt Die say about ?" In front of outsiders, she was always the perfect and elegant number one socialite, with impeccable manners and grace. No one knew that such a girl, who embodied both beauty and intellect, walked the edge of darkness and danger every night.
Aunt Wu laughed, "Madam said Miss Yun Ya loved the Lotus Seed Paste Cake she made ever since you were a child. Now she’s personally gone to the kitchen to make Lotus Seed Paste Cake for you. Even Mr. Qin and the young master don’t enjoy such a blessing, truly making people jealous."
Yun Ya walked to the kitchen and saw the woman busy with an apron on. Ti was indeed the most magical thing in the world. It could transform a deeply submissive woman into an elegant and wealthy lady. On her, there were no traces of ti; instead, she seed to receive gifts from it, displaying calm and composed grace.
"Yaya, you’re here. It’ll be ready soon." The woman turned back and smiled at her, her face beautiful and elegant, becoming ever more graceful and captivating with the sedint of years.
She was very happy. Uncle Qin felt guilt towards her and almost unconditionally tolerated her. If it were another woman, she might have indulged in this pampering and gotten lost, but Ji Die did not. She remained herself, the shy and gentle Jiangnan girl, the little girl who blushed when she spoke a few words. She always appeared as Qin Zhuan rembered, yet in so intangible way, sothing had changed, a subtle transformation that Qin Zhuan found fascinating.
She had always been intelligent. When she awoke from the limitations, she lived for herself. No faith could stop her advance.
She loved her mistress and loved her husband. If paths crossed one day, she would no longer hesitate because she had already made a choice.
She was low-key unlike a wealthy lady and never flaunted herself. At ho with Qin Zhuan, she interacted respectfully, deepening their friendship. Utilizing Qin Zhuan’s guilt towards her, she made him depend on her more and more. She read fashion magazines and learned about clothing combinations. She took ti to look at finance books, expanding her knowledge. She absorbed all beneficial knowledge like a sponge. She could freely enter Qin Zhuan’s study and give him so career suggestions, earning his surprised and admiring gaze.
She gradually strengthened her position in Qin Zhuan’s heart. Although emotions subtly grew between them, Ji Die kept her distance, being his wife while honoring her earlier promise, living as a couple nominally, often making Qin Zhuan disappointed and afraid of losing her by breaking their balance.
He had hurt her too deeply, and lacked the courage to get close again. Silently accompanying her was already the best.
That bright and flamboyant figure rarely entered his mind anymore. He deliberately avoided thinking about it, like sealing a mory in the deepest corner of his heart, locking it away, letting it gather dust. The heart still beats, but the passion of those years was long gone.
Whether it was fickleness or betrayal, he only knew that his half-life of bewildered pursuit was nothing but a ridiculous joke. He finally understood what true happiness was.
"Aunt Die, you look much prettier," Yun Ya walked over, leaning on her shoulder like a spoiled little girl.
"You sweet-talking girl, are you implying Aunt Die wasn’t pretty before?" Ji Die laughed, tapping her nose.
Yun Ya laughed and dodged her hand, "Aunt Die is the prettiest. Do you know that everyone outside is guessing who the devoted CEO’s wife is, imagining her like a Heavenly Immortal who can make the CEO rush ho after work and avoid all social engagents? They must think she’s a beauty like a Heavenly Immortal."
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