Ouyang Hao lowered his eyes to the velvet box in front of him. He had given this box away, and he naturally knew what was inside it. But he still couldn’t believe it and snatched the box from Xiao Mu’s hand to confirm it himself.
The moment the box was opened, Ouyang Hao’s gaze instantly darkened. Yes, it was indeed the bracelet left to him by his grandmother. This bracelet was said to be handed down from their ancestors and there were two in total. When his grandmother passed away, one bracelet was given to his brother, and the other was given to him, meant for his future wife.
Back then, Ouyang Hao gave this bracelet to Lin Yixun, and also told her about its origin. Although she didn’t say anything at the time, the gratitude and joy in her eyes were unmistakable. But why did she return the bracelet to him?
"Lin Yixun also said that she doesn’t feel suited for this bracelet, and hopes you can find it a new owner in the future."
Ouyang Hao was silent for a long time, his fingers clenched into fists. He asked in a low voice, "Did she really say that?"
"No, I don’t believe it! I’m going to find Yixun and ask her myself!" Ouyang Hao tried to get out of bed, but was stopped by Xiao Mu.
"Hao, are you crazy? You’re still injured!"
"What are these injuries compared to losing my wife?"
After all, Ouyang Hao was a man, and with real effort, how could Xiao Mu match his strength? Xiao Mu had no choice but to call in the bodyguards from outside the door. It took all their effort to restrain him.
"Sis, let me go find Yixun! There must be some unavoidable reason she’s doing this."
"I don’t care if she has a reason. I only care if you’ll be crippled because of her!"
"Don’t call me ’Sis’. Even if you call me Mom, it won’t help! Ouyang Hao, this time I’m siding with our cousin. I advise you to stay in the hospital and heal properly. When you’re fully healed, if you want to fly to the heavens to find the seven fairies, I won’t stop you. But for now, I urge you to behave."
Ever since that day when he angered Leng Yixiu, Leng Yixiu had disappeared for a week. It was said that he went on vacation abroad with Cheng Ying.
Lin Yixun found it ironic. Clearly, Leng Yixiu loved Cheng Ying, so why cling to her and insist on keeping her by his side? Was it due to the inherent flaws of men, or because Leng Yixiu was a split personality?
However, as a mistress, she had to be conscious of her position. With Leng Yixiu accompanying his wife abroad, she didn’t get jealous but rather felt at ease. With Leng Yixiu not in T City, she no longer had to live in constant fear, nor did she need to force herself to face that loathsome face every day.
Yet, whether or not Leng Yixiu was in the country, every evening Old He’s car would be parked downstairs at the inpatient department, waiting for her. This was Leng Yixiu’s rule: whether he was there or not, she had to return to the Half Mountain Villa.
That day, as usual, Lin Yixun followed Old He back to the Half Mountain Villa. After a quick wash upstairs, she went to bed. In her daze, she gradually fell asleep. Of course, the dreams she had over the years were all nightmares, and tonight’s dream was especially terrifying.
In her dream, she was relentlessly pursued by a cheetah. She opened her mouth to scream for help, only to find she couldn’t make a sound. She watched helplessly as the cheetah caught up to her, opened its bloodthirsty jaws, and swallowed her whole.
She jerked awake from the nightmare, only to be horrified to find her body being firmly pressed down, and her lips sealed by something wet and hot. The familiar yet strange scent quickly made her realize her situation.