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She listened to his promise, and her whole body trembled. She had vowed countless times in her heart to make Jiang Yating pay with her life. But now, as Shangguan Shaoyi stood before her, promising to take her back, her emotions became chaotic. How could she trap Shangguan Shaoyi in such an unjust situation? How could she allow him to kill for her sake?
She shook her head and turned away indifferently. "Shaoyi, you should go. I don't want revenge. I believe my father wouldn't want me to gamble my future over this matter. You should go back and live your life well. Let's not see each other again."
Shangguan Shaoyi fixed his bright gaze on her frail figure and said, "Cheng Mosu, as long as you are alive, our marriage is still valid. You must come back with me."
This was the first time he spoke in such a tone, emphasizing the word "must." She turned to look at him; not far away was a light-colored cup. She picked up the jade cup adorned with hibiscus flowers and drank its scalding contents in one gulp, her beautiful brows furrowing together as she said softly, "Shaoyi, don't push me."
He frowned slightly. He had always cherished her, loved her, and respected her, but this time she had been hurt so deeply. When he arrived, he had vowed to make those who harmed her disappear from this world, no matter the infamy he would bear or the price he would pay; he could not let anyone hurt her again!
"Shaoyi, please leave." Her long, feather-like eyelashes gently covered her eyes, hiding the swirling emotions within. He remained silent and did not move his feet, just watching her, locking her into his thoughts. After an unknown amount of time, she finally heard a soft sigh and felt him take firm steps as he slowly closed the door behind him.
Standing behind a pillar in the Crystal Palace on the second floor, Feng Yin hurriedly peeked out and rushed down to her. Seeing her face streaked with tears, he couldn't help but say, "Miss... why do you have to put yourself through this? Shangguan Shaoyi came to take you back and is willing to avenge you; why did you send him away?"
She said nothing but slowly cast her gaze out the window towards his gradually receding figure, watching as it blurred under the fine drizzle.
Feng Yin seemed to understand something and said, "Miss, I get it now. You're worried about Jiang Yating's innocent child in her womb. But have you considered that Master is also innocent? This situation arose because of Jiang Yating; she must bear some responsibility."
"Feng Yin." Her gentle voice carried a hint of sternness. Feng Yin knew this was a sign that she was genuinely angry and fell silent. She glanced at Feng Yin and said, "Forget it; discussing this with you is pointless. But I believe he understands my feelings."
A series of clapping sounds disrupted her thoughts. She turned around to see a small door being opened nearby; this room was hidden so well that they hadn't noticed it before. Nan Wan approached her with a smile, his eyes sliding over Feng Yin with a sharp glint. "Girl, after spending so much time with your young lady, you haven't learned anything about her temperament? You really deserve a beating."
Feng Yin frowned but didn't argue back; however, he couldn't let Nan Wan criticize them like that and replied, "Mr. Nan is quite amusing—hiding in a dark room listening to us talk is really excessive."
"Oh?" Nan Wan glanced at her sideways, "What you are saying is not something shameful, so why are you afraid of being overheard?"
Seeing that the two were about to argue, Cheng Mosu quickly intervened, "Feng Yin, please help me brew a pot of tea." Feng Yin looked at her delicate brows, nodded, and mumbled something before going down.
Nan Wan looked at Cheng Mosu and couldn't help but smile, "Miss Cheng, you truly haven't disappointed me; your generosity is the greatest I have ever seen."
"Mr. Nan, please don't make fun of me." At this moment, Feng Yin had already brewed the tea and filled her cup. She sat across from Nan Wan, casually holding the teacup with a calm and elegant smile, "I am just a small woman; how could I possibly catch your eye or be considered generous?"
"No," Nan Wan interrupted her at the right moment, "You can let go of hatred and not retaliate against Jiang Yating for the harm she caused you. That is rare; I truly admire that."
She retracted her gaze and smiled lightly, "Mr. Nan, that statement is incorrect. I never said I would let Jiang Yating go; I simply do not wish to harm innocent people. Jiang Yating's life will eventually be mine to reclaim."
"You say that, but your heart may not think so," Nan Wan nodded slightly and said, "In the face of such great hatred, it is already quite difficult for you to maintain a sense of clarity and rationality. As Daoism says, simplicity cannot be contested by anyone; your elegant and unpretentious nature makes you the most perfect person."
Cheng Mosu tightened her grip on the teacup unconsciously. She looked at Nan Wan and saw him relaxed and carefree, showing no discernible expression. She chose not to say much more and listened as Nan Wan continued, "The Shangguan Family and Jiang Family are originally united by interests; those who unite for profit will eventually abandon each other in times of trouble. When they encounter difficulties or disasters, they will cast each other aside. Ultimately, the one who can stay with Shangguan Shaoying is only you."
"Uncle Nan, I am not as good as you say; I am just too confused right now and don’t know what to do..."
Nan Wan remained unfazed and smiled at her, "You will understand what I said sooner or later. As for now, you need to do nothing because some things are about to happen..."
It was spring again; while the gentle rain fell in Jiangnan, Ning Tian City in the north basked in warm sunlight.
After several days of travel, he finally returned to the north. As soon as he got off the car, he saw Shen Mingliang leading a group of people waiting for him for a long time. He raised his hand and got onto the military vehicle, saying, "Take me home first."
Shen Mingliang was taken aback. Recently, Young Commander had been living in the Command Center, where he had never heard the words "go home." He looked at Shangguan Shaoyi in confusion. The Newspaper had already published the news of Cheng Mosu holding a funeral for Cheng Yi, and a sense of foreboding passed through his mind. Could it be that Young Commander was going home to settle things with Jiang Yating, and then...
"What are you dawdling for? Drive!" Shangguan Shaoyi's cold, piercing gaze shot through his heart. He immediately snapped back to attention, standing straight and saluting. Regardless of what Young Commander intended to do, he would just obey without overthinking it. He pressed the accelerator and sped away.
The door was kicked open by Shangguan Shaoyi. Shangguan Yiting and Jiang Yating were discussing the color of the Qipao when they saw him return, their hearts tightening again. They both knew about the situation; Shangguan Yiting understood that Jiang Yating had hired an Assassin to ambush Cheng Mosu. However, at this moment, she only hoped to protect the future of the Shangguan Family and didn’t want to think about anything else.
Shangguan Shaoyi aimed his gun directly at Jiang Yating's Sun point, his finger slowly squeezing the trigger. Jiang Yating knew he was genuinely angry this time and would not let her go again. She chose not to struggle or argue and slowly closed her Eyes.
With a bang, the gunshot shattered the air, echoing deep within.
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