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"You... you mean to let the young lady return to Shangguan Shaoying's side?!" Feng Yin widened her eyes, looking at her in disbelief, only to see her nod fiercely. Feng Yin still couldn't believe it and said, "What about you, and the child in your belly? What will happen to them?"
Jiang Yating shook her head. Life was meant to be a search, a search for those we love and the things we cherish, not a predetermined process as Madam Jiang had said. She had missed too much of her youth; how could she allow her past life and this life to be written and arranged by others? All she wanted now was to pursue her own thoughts and seek the summer flowers of life.
"I know Miss Cheng cannot bear children. I only hope you can raise this child for me. I will go abroad and never return to disturb your life. I just wish for you to be with Shaoyi, never to be separated again." The corners of her lips were adorned with a blooming smile, radiant and gentle, as if she were a different person from before.
Cheng Mosu remained silent, lowering her beautifully shaped brows. Her voice was soft and light, like the beautiful silent petals in the wind. "A child is better off with their mother. You intended to harm me but ended up killing my father. I'm afraid I cannot wholeheartedly care for your child."
"Miss Cheng, I know this request is difficult for you, but I hope you can think it over before giving me an answer," Jiang Yating hurriedly said, her expression dimming slightly. "In fact, Shaoyi doesn't like me at all; the only person he loves is you. On the night we got married, he went to the Command Center, not even sparing me a glance. If I hadn't given him the potion, he wouldn't have touched me at all. Please believe in his deep feelings for you."
Seeing this, Feng Yin quickly responded, "Miss, Miss Jiang is right about this. I can testify that I delivered the potion at that time. Although I was unaware then, I later heard some people from the Jiang Family mention it, and I felt very guilty..."
A faint smile graced Cheng Mosu's lips, her Water-colored Eyes reflecting a temperature that was neither warm nor cold as she quietly looked at Jiang Yating, her tone gentle. "But what about you? Can you let go of your obsession with him?"
"I..." Jiang Yating was stumped by her question. It was only recently that she realized her feelings for Shaoyi were love. After finally understanding this emotion, she naturally didn't want to let go easily. However, she was too tired; it had worn Shaoyi out as well. Continuing like this would only lead to relentless time passing.
She nodded, firming her resolve. "Don't worry; when I say I'll let go, I will let go."
Cheng Mosu smiled lightly; that gentle and slow smile resembled pure moonlight—more mesmerizing the longer one looked at it, allowing one to feel its beauty and flawlessness, clarity and purity. She glanced at Jiang Yating and said softly, "As the ancients said, it's better to dismantle ten temples than to ruin a single marriage. Although my marriage wasn't destroyed by you, it ended up being ruined regardless. You and Shaoyi are family now; how long do you plan to evade this?"
Jiang Yating was taken aback and looked at her in confusion. "I'm not evading; I'm handling our grievances. As long as I disappear, everything will return to normal."
"If it were really that simple, why haven't you disappeared?" Cheng Mosu's clear gaze made it hard for her to look directly at her; she could only lower her Eyes, listening to her gentle tone. "Time and fate will give us the best arrangements. Just now when you were discussing lineage issues with Mr. Nan, I shouldn't have said much as an outsider, but seeing you like this compels me to remind you."
Jiang Yating looked at her in confusion, listening as she continued, "I don't know who your biological parents are, but you definitely are not a biological child of the Jiang Family. It's precisely because of this that Madam Jiang treats you this way. What do you expect me to do for your child? You harmed my Father and have tried to harm me several times; how could I possibly treat him well?"
"But this child is also half Shaoyi's! You can't be that cruel. Besides, you're not a heartless person. If you were, I wouldn't even have the chance to stand here and talk to you!"
Cheng Mosu was taken aback. Life is a gift from heaven, a combination of soul and body. Existence has value, whether it is her, Jiang Yating, or the unborn child; they are all independent individuals, and no one has the right to arbitrarily dictate another's life. She wasn't prepared for this and didn't want to accept such a situation.
She shook her head lightly and smiled faintly. "Miss Jiang, I appreciate your kindness, but I simply cannot agree to your request right now. I can only say I'm sorry for that."
Jiang Yating silently nodded. She knew Cheng Mosu had a high state of mind and a stubborn temperament. Unless some special circumstance arose, it was unlikely anyone could change Cheng Mosu's thoughts and attitude.
Feng Yin followed Cheng Mosu back to the room, still feeling quite puzzled. "Miss, you still love Shangguan Shaoying. Jiang Yating's suggestion isn't without merit; why do you refuse it? Is she up to some scheme again?"
"There's no scheme." She leaned gently against the soft couch. From the corners of Jiang Yating's eyes and brows, she sensed a hint of fatigue. She knew Jiang Yating was genuinely tired of this kind of life, which was why she made such a suggestion. However, this matter was too sudden; she wasn't prepared for it and didn't want to wade into murky waters again.
The wind gradually died down as the sun set in the west, its brightness beginning to fade into darkness, quietly walking in the blackness where souls needed light. In the night’s sleep, there was a need for awakened consciousness. She picked up her brush and painted—a vast landscape, beautiful rivers—but then she said lightly, "The Jiang Family will definitely not let this go easily; who knows what they might come up with next? Even Jiang Yating wants to escape that family; I want nothing more than to keep my distance from them and avoid any conflict with the Jiang Family."
"I understand now; Miss doesn't want to live that precarious life anymore." Feng Yin nodded in half-understanding and reached out to turn on the light. The brightness illuminated the entire room as if it were daytime, but she pulled the light-colored curtain, imprinting Cheng Mosu's resolute demeanor onto that plain white backdrop.
After a moment of silence, Cheng Mosu finally spoke softly, "If I keep bothering you here, I’ll feel embarrassed. Tomorrow, please help me buy a boat ticket; I still intend to leave."
"Miss..." Feng Yin showed difficulty on her face. "Could you take me with you?"
She smiled gently. "Of course I'll take you with me."
Feng Yin finally revealed a smile and responded enthusiastically. Then she thought of something, "By the way, I haven't looked at today's Newspaper yet. I'll go get it for you."
She smiled lightly and nodded in agreement. Seeing Feng Yin's lively figure, her heart felt much lighter as well. Feng Yin handed the Newspaper to her, and she casually glanced down. The smile that had been blooming at the corners of her lips suddenly froze. A line of black text on the white paper made her heart race with fear.
Linxia City destroyed, Ruan Yu deceased.
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