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Seeing Shuyao still hesitating, Shen Wanfen sneered, "Yao Yao, I'm doing this for your own good. You need to think carefully about whether you want to go or not."
Shuyao's nails dug into her flesh, but in the end, she nodded and took the medicine bottle her mother handed her. "Alright, I'll go."
The night was as dark as ink, in the most upscale villa area of Cloud City. This high-end community called Yun Chuan Villa was clearly a residence for the wealthy. Tall fence columns were entwined with vibrant rose thorns; the yard was furnished with expensive sofas and chairs, and the moonlight slanted down, casting mottled shadows that reflected the luxury of the courtyard.
Inside the villa, one could immediately see an extravagantly decorated hall. The intricate light fixtures emitted a cold brilliance, while the tall walls cast dark shadows on the soft carpet. Passing through a spacious yet desolate long corridor, the eyes of famous figures in renowned paintings seemed to capture one's soul.
"Sir, you're back," Aunt Liu's voice rang out. She had been waiting all night.
Ji Linchuan was accompanied by a gentle and charming woman, causing Aunt Liu to momentarily lose her composure. "This is Yurou."
"Miss Wen," Aunt Liu greeted enthusiastically and promptly served snacks to the two.
"Go tidy up the guest room," Ji Linchuan instructed the maid.
Beside him, Wen Yuxi wore a joyful expression. "Brother Linchuan, you are so good to me." Saying this, she leaned her head against Ji Linchuan's broad shoulder.
This scene was just caught by Shuyao as she descended the stairs. As she reached the corner of the spiral staircase, she saw a graceful figure in a white dress sitting in the living room, elegant and poised, alongside a tall and handsome man. Her long black hair cascaded down, and her fair skin glowed even more under the lights.
They looked perfect together.
A pang of bitterness filled Shuyao's heart. She knew she shouldn't disturb them, yet she couldn't help but walk down the stairs.
Ji Linchuan seemed to sense some movement and turned slightly. "Why aren't you asleep yet?" His tone felt like an accusation—no, a reproach for interrupting them.
A sharp pain surged in her heart.
Wen Yuxi heard the commotion and turned around, offering her a gentle smile, pure and untainted. As her gaze fell on Shuyao's face, her hand trembled slightly, spilling a bit of soup.
"Ah," it seemed the soup in the bowl was a bit too hot, and she hurriedly gasped.
Ji Linchuan no longer looked at Shuyao; instead, he anxiously took the bowl from Wen Yuxi's hands. "How can you be so clumsy? You can't even hold a bowl properly?" His tone was serious and harsh, yet he firmly grasped Wen Yuxi's hand and led her to the sink, running cold water over it.
Wen Yuxi felt helpless and tried to pull her hand back. "I'm fine, there's no need to make such a fuss."
"Shut up. If you don't pay attention to burns, they can leave scars, do you understand?" Ji Linchuan snapped coldly, still not letting go.
Shuyao stood on the stairs, staring blankly at the scene before her, feeling somewhat dazed. A memory flashed through her mind. It was when they had just gotten married; upon learning that Ji Linchuan had a sensitive stomach, she began to learn how to make soup.
Although Aunt Liu was there to help, she wanted to see him drink the soup she made with her own eyes. Several times, she burned her hands on the boiling water. The heat was so intense that it made her wince and cry out in pain.
Hearing the commotion, Ji Linchuan would come over as always, gentle and considerate. "Are you okay? You should take care of it; I can handle this." His tenderness was comforting but remained unremarkable.
Occasionally, she would vaguely sense that something was amiss. But having secretly liked him for many years, with countless emotions recorded in her diary about him, she felt satisfied just to be his wife. She thought he was merely cold-natured and reserved.
"I let the soup for you both cool down to lukewarm," Aunt Liu lamented, fearing blame as she confided in her.
Her vision blurred without her realizing it; it felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.
He had clearly taken the cup from Wen Yuxi's hands, yet in his flustered concern, he couldn't even discern whether the water was hot or cold.
Shuyao took a deep breath and slowly descended the stairs, a half-smile on her lips as she looked at them. "Honey, Aunt Liu's soup is warm; it won't burn you. Or are you worried that the bowl might have a chip that could cut her?"
Ji Linchuan froze for a moment before releasing his grip, avoiding her gaze as he scolded Wen Yuxi, "You call that hot water? You're the only one so delicate. I don't know how you managed to win that Best Actress award!"
Wen Yuxi shot him a glare and then turned to Shuyao with a gentle look. "That's just how he is—always making a big deal out of nothing. Don't mind him."
"Seeing Sister Shuyao today made me realize just how beautiful you are, especially your eyes and brows; they look just like mine!"
"Well, this belongs to its rightful owner." She picked up an exquisite jewelry box from the table.
Shuyao took it and opened it, her nails digging into her palm. This was the necklace Ji Linchuan had said he would give her on her birthday. Wasn't it supposed to be returned to the secretary?
How did it end up with Wen Yuxi?
She cast a probing glance at Ji Linchuan, who reached out and pulled her close. "Do you like it? If you do, keep it; if not, give it to someone else."
Ah, so this necklace was Wen Yuxi's way of asserting her claim over him.
"Alright," Shuyao said, pressing her lips together, deciding to give Ji Linchuan some face today. After all, it was also about giving herself some face.
Looking up at Wen Yuxi, she noticed a fleeting emotion cross her face before it was replaced by her usual gentle smile.
"Brother Linchuan, Sister Shuyao has such a good temper. I was worried this necklace might cause misunderstandings between you two."
"How did you two meet?" Wen Yuxi asked, feigning curiosity.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head upstairs," Shuyao said, forcing calmness as she dropped the statement.
Clutching her chest, the maid noticed her pale complexion and rushed over to support her.
She hurried up the stairs.
Ji Linchuan wore a complex expression on his face.
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