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After that day, Su Yau never mentioned Shen Tingyu again. She devoted herself to taking care of Xiao Tsuyi, driven by a fear that one day he might leave her.
Every morning, she woke up early to prepare breakfast for him, carefully coordinating his outfits, her eyes always reflecting warmth and concern.
Xiao Tsuyi often found himself in quiet reflection, sitting alone with a furrowed brow, lost in thought.
He pondered whether he should treat a woman who loved him so deeply in such a way. After all, she had been a part of his life for so many years; even if not as a lover, she was still family, someone with whom he shared an unbreakable bond.
If it weren't for this forced engagement, he would have never realized that she possessed a delicate and tender side. Those hands that had held a gun for so long could also iron his clothes and prepare all the dishes he loved.
As he looked at the exquisite meals she made, a warm feeling surged within him.
He was astonished by how well she understood him, as if she had surpassed everyone else, including Shen Tingyu. He felt an unspoken connection between them; just the slightest gesture or frown from him would prompt her to know what he wanted or needed.
This life made Xiao Tsuyi feel stable and content, as if it were the happiness he had long sought. Perhaps they could continue like this, relying on each other for companionship—if only Shen Tingyu wouldn’t reappear.
However, life rarely allows for "if only." The next moment held unforeseen events that no one could predict.
That morning, Shen Tingyu rushed in, her hair disheveled, eyes red and swollen, her face pale and haggard—like a flower battered by a storm.
She leaped into his arms like a sorrowful little beast, trembling slightly as she cried out, “Ziyi, what should I do? Lord Jun has been taken away by the police!” Her voice was choked with tears as they streamed down her face.
Both Xiao Tsuyi and Su Yau were stunned by this sudden news; Xiao Tsuyi's eyes widened in shock while Su Yau wore an expression of disbelief.
Before he could even speak, Shen Tingyu's tears surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming every nerve in Xiao Tsuyi. He gently grasped her frail shoulders with both hands, concern etched in his eyes as he softly asked, "What happened? Take your time. How could our adoptive father be taken by such a small Police Station when the West Side has such power?"
Xiao Tsuyi furrowed her brows tightly, her eyes filled with anxiety.
Shen Tingyu choked back her sobs and steadied herself before recounting the events: "Early this morning, the Police Station burst into our home, claiming that Lord Jun was offering opium to guests at the Xinyuan Club. Then, they took Lord Jun away."
Tears streamed down her face once more, her body trembling uncontrollably. As she cried, Shen Tingyu secretly observed Xiao Tsuyi's reaction, a hint of calculation in her gaze.
He indeed looked flustered and distressed, quickly trying to comfort her. "Don't worry, I'll go find their Chief Inspector. The Police Station has no grievances with us; perhaps we can bail our adoptive father out soon."
Xiao Tsuyi attempted to reassure Shen Tingyu. "It's useless. I just found out that the new Chief Inspector, Qiu Ziqiang, is an old enemy of Lord Jun. He will certainly not take Lord Jun seriously, especially since his father-in-law is the Minister of Justice."
The despair in Shen Tingyu's eyes made Xiao Tsuyi's heart tighten. If that were true, then Jun Moyuan was truly in grave danger. His brows knitted even tighter as worry flickered in his gaze.
"Qiu Ziqiang? Isn't he the one who competed with Lord Jun for business five years ago? That man is cunning and treacherous; I even taught him a small lesson back then!" Su Yau, who had always been excluded from their conversation, suddenly spoke up, her brow furrowed as a glimmer of memory crossed her eyes.
Just as Xiao Tsuyi was about to approach and ask for more details, Shen Tingyu suddenly tightened her grip on his arms, like a drowning person clutching onto their last lifeline.
"What will I do if Lord Jun dies? What will happen to my child? After all these years of hardship, I finally have Lord Jun as my support. How are we supposed to live from now on?"
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