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"What does he mean? I, the Xia Family, have raised him for so many years. Now that my father is old and the military power is about to be handed over to him, he brings back his childhood sweetheart fiancee! What does he think of me, Xia Yinqiu?" Her eyes widened, filled with anger and grievance, and her body trembled slightly. From a distance, she could hear Xia Yinqiu getting angry in the house. Zhang Yanniann walked into the room and ran into the scroll thrown by Xia Yinqiu. The scroll unfolded in the air and fell to the ground with a "clatter". "Are you willing to come?" Xia Yinqiu's anger subsided when she saw him, but she was unforgiving, "Don't you have to accompany that little bitch? I tell you, don't think you have secured your position. Without me, you are nothing!" She crossed her arms and said angrily. Zhang Yanniann sighed, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes. I had originally thought of letting her calm down for a few days and then apologize, but after she scolded me, the guilt in my heart suddenly disappeared. "Have you had enough of the trouble?" He walked forward, frowning, with a serious face, and grabbed Xia Yinqiu's hand. She struggled a few times, but couldn't get away, staring at him with anger in her eyes. "I just happened to run into her. It's not up to Madam Tai to decide whether to leave or stay." Xia Yinqiu rolled her eyes at him, her eyes full of disdain: "Don't use Madam Tai to pressure me. Everyone knows that you were engaged since childhood. You came back from abroad this time. Aren't you trying to renew your relationship?" "Qingling went abroad when she was eight years old. So many years have passed, and you are the only one who takes the old things seriously!" Zhang Yanniann said, but his heart tightened, and the scene of the reunion appeared in his mind again. These days, those ink-like eyes lingered in front of him, and there was a hint of complicated emotions in her eyes. "I don't care! Don't let me see her, otherwise I will do something bad and you shouldn't feel bad!" Xia Yinqiu said angrily. When she thought of that woman, she wanted to kick her out of the house immediately, with deep hatred in her eyes.
"I proposed to Madam Tai last month, so stop being so suspicious," Zhang Yanniann said.
He lifted his head, and suddenly, a half-figure appeared under the shade of a tree. The pale yellow lace caught his eye, and he felt a wave of tension wash over him, his body stiffening slightly.
Xia Yinqiu also turned around, following his gaze. A surge of anger rose within her, and her face flushed red.
"Look! I've come for you!" she said with a hint of acidity in her tone. She rushed forward, pushing Zhang Yanniann out the door and then slammed it shut behind him with a loud bang.
Zhang Yanniann stepped out of the courtyard and stood before Qingling, who smiled knowingly, though her smile seemed somewhat forced.
"It seems Yinqiu has some misunderstandings about me," she said, glancing to the side with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
Zhang Yanniann quickly grabbed her hand, anxious. "You’re not planning to leave, are you? Now that the Cheng Family has... just stay here peacefully. Don’t worry about Yinqiu."
As he spoke, his eyes were filled with hope as he tightly held her hand, his tone full of longing.
Qingling smiled gently and pushed his hand away. "Madam Tai told me yesterday that the past is long gone. One must adapt to circumstances to live well."
"Qingling..."
"Alright, let’s not talk about it anymore; we wouldn’t want anyone to overhear and gossip," Qingling said. "I know these years have been tough for you."
After saying this, she turned and walked away gracefully, leaving behind an echo that lingered in Zhang Yanniann's ears. He had indeed faced difficulties—over a decade living under someone else's roof, enduring disdain while constantly putting up with Xia Yinqiu's spoiled temperament. He frowned slightly, a trace of bitterness flashing in his eyes.
He saw Qingling, and in that instant, he recognized her. It felt as if something had struck his heart, reviving the hope that had long since dried up.
He thought he could let go of that youthful time filled with romance and dreams, believing he could wash away the past amidst the chaos of war and settle into a quiet life.
Yet she appeared again, like grains of sand falling from the sky, stirring ripples in the still lake of his heart. His gaze became somewhat dazed.
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