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"You!" Madam Jiang exclaimed in disbelief, "How can you speak to me in that tone!"
Jiang Shanghao opened his mouth but fell silent. For so many years, he had never raised his voice at her. Although their conversations usually revolved around state affairs and rarely touched on their personal lives, a bond had quietly developed over the years. After a moment of silence, he finally asked, "Do you really have no remorse for Yating?"
Madam Jiang was taken aback and fell silent, her mind drifting elsewhere. She held the deep pink teacup embossed with plum blossoms, the fragrant steam warming her palms. Biting her crimson lips, she picked up the black felt hat beside her, letting the veil obscure her expression as she stood up.
No one knew what she intended to do. Cheng Mosu watched her calmly, his palms slowly clenching as he vowed to himself that he must not let her take the child away. Yet she remained silent, quietly turning and walking out the door. Seeing this, Jiang Shanghao hurriedly tried to follow but took a few steps before turning back.
"Brother Nan, I'm truly sorry about today; between us..."
"Forget it. I told you when you married that woman that your good days were over; just look at this," Nan Wan said generously, understanding that Jiang Shanghao was unaware of the situation and no longer blaming him.
Jiang Shanghao awkwardly smiled and then turned to chase after her. Once the two figures had disappeared from sight, Cheng Mosu finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his nerves relax. He felt weak all over, his head buzzing. Nan Wan looked at him with amusement, "What happened? Where did that fierce little girl go?"
Cheng Mosu's snow-white complexion flushed slightly as he lowered his gaze shyly. "Uncle Nan, please don't tease me."
Nan Wan chuckled and said, "Alright, enough of that. I think this matter is settled now; the Jiang family won't come to fight for the child anymore."
Her water-colored eyes were tranquil as night, and upon hearing this, a ripple of emotion stirred within her. "Uncle Nan really believes that?"
"Yes. Madam Jiang is either inactive or goes all out; this half-heartedness is a first for her. I believe she is human after all and cannot be devoid of feelings for Yating. Now that she realizes she has gone too far, she won’t make things difficult anymore."
Cheng Mosu nodded gently in agreement.
"How about you? When are you going back with Shaoyi?" Nan Wan asked with a teasing smile. She paused slightly, gently arranging her delicate fingertips. Her beautiful eyes were as clear as water, and her voice floated in the air, "I had Feng Yin call Shaoyi. If all goes well, he should be here in a few days."
She hadn't expected that they, who had become parallel lines, would intersect again due to this series of unexpected events. She felt as if her heart was washed clean by fine raindrops, shedding the layer of dust that had covered her. A light smile blossomed on her lips, mingling with the warm breeze; as long as she was alive, there was possibility and hope.
That night, she slept particularly soundly.
Early in the morning, after watching the nurse finish feeding the baby and playing with the child for a while, she tidied herself up and looked out the window. It was raining today, not like the heavy summer rain but more like the silent and gentle spring rain. She opened the door and stepped outside; autumn was approaching, and there was a hint of lingering coolness in the wind.
Without telling anyone, she called for a rickshaw. By around noon, she finally arrived at the Cheng Family Residence.
She looked up at the familiar house and opened an oiled paper umbrella. The fine raindrops fell like a rhythmic beat, weaving into intriguing stories that made this building appear solemn yet serene. With no one around, she gazed at the house quietly; her father was gone, and the Cheng Family had fallen into decline. She possessed all of her father's inheritance but lacked that state of mind.
Entering through the door, memories of the apricot blossoms that once thrived in this courtyard came flooding back—how fragrant they were in the warm breeze. Now all she could do was sigh and think how it was no wonder that the apricot garden had withered; how many flower arrangers were there in the city?
Holding up her oiled paper umbrella felt like supporting Jiangnan under the misty rain as she walked on the cobblestone path, raising her fingertips to catch the raindrops while butterflies remained unseen. She entered the house; everything seemed unchanged, but nothing truly was. Following the staircase up to her room, she gently pushed open the library door. The books were covered in dust, yet the scent of ink still seeped through the thin pages, transforming into deep longing that reached her fingertips.
Standing by the window and looking down, the scenery was poetic and beautiful like a painting. A shallow smile graced her lips as if she had received the most precious memory. The untrimmed trees still flourished with leaves, and the untouched path still glimmered with clarity. She gently withdrew her gaze, pulling back memories of old times that stirred emotions within her heart.
She tidied up casually; today she hadn’t brought Feng Yin along. If two people who had lived under one roof for so long saw this scene before them, who knows what tears would flow? She smiled faintly and returned to her room to organize her qipao. Tomorrow she would spend some money to revitalize this place so that when she returned to Shanghai in the future, there would still be a place for her to stay.
Most importantly, this place held too many memories—of her father and of Shaoyi...
She glanced at the rosewood clock not far away still ticking away; seeing its hands slowly point to one o'clock made her realize she was hungry. With a faint smile, she picked up her oiled paper umbrella and stepped outside.
The rain finally restored the essence of summer, pouring down heavily. Her Oiled Paper Umbrella was of no use at this moment, unable to shield her from the fierce onslaught. She simply put away the umbrella, allowing the rain to soak her Qipao, dampening her hair and making the rich Fragrance on her body even more intoxicating.
She took a few steps forward but paused in surprise; through the Mist Rain, she seemed to see someone.
The figure was neither too far nor too close, yet it appeared so unreal. She rubbed her eyes, thinking she must have seen wrong, but she couldn't resist the heat in those Narrow Eyes. She stepped forward a few more paces but couldn't catch up to his silhouette; she could only see the light in his Eyes beneath his Raven Black Hair shift from dim to bright, his figure tall and his demeanor extraordinary.
It seemed like him, yet it also seemed not.
She chased after him, her Water-colored Eyes radiating a clear light, her Rose-Colored Lips gently biting down, soft and delicate. She quietly cast her gaze toward that back figure, as memories of the past became entangled, losing their direction.
As she saw him getting further and faster away, she broke into a light run, yet the distance between them continued to widen. Anxious in her heart, she exerted all her strength and called out, "Ruan Yu!"
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