After Tang Yue bolted the door, she grabbed a set of clothes and went to take a shower. Wrapped in the quilt that smelled of the sun, she dozed off in a daze.
Yesterday when she left, she told Li Yi to inform Meng Siyu that she had returned to the Lian Family.
Meng Siyu, she had no idea when he would come.
In her dream, Tang Yue was still pondering over this matter, when suddenly she felt enveloped by a warm presence, and someone was kissing her.
With the familiar scent, Tang Yue opened her eyes groggily and could make out Meng Siyu in the darkness.
"How did you get in?"
She had certainly locked the door well. This was the third floor; the balcony had a nice view, but this was the third floor!
"Window ledge." Meng Siyu kissed her. After his work was done, he heard that she had gone to the Lian Family, so he immediately came over. He couldn't rest easy with his wife alone at the Lian Family.
"This is the third floor!"
Tang Yue's sleepiness vanished instantly.
"It's nothing." Meng Siyu said proudly.
Tang Yue said through clenched teeth, biting Meng Siyu's shoulder.
"Wife, I was wrong." Meng Siyu admitted his fault.
"Wrong about what?" Tang Yue kept biting him without letting go, her words unclear.
Meng Siyu held her tight without letting go, saying, "Next time, I won't come through the window ledge."
Tang Yue let go of her bite and glanced at the neat bite marks on his shoulder. Puffing her cheeks, she gave him a stare and said, "Safety first, if you disregard your own safety again next time, I'll ignore you."
This was the third floor. Although she knew he was capable, what if something happened?
"Wifey." Meng Siyu planted a heavy kiss on her cheek, his voice deep and the end rising in tone, tickling her heart like a feather, as his deep, affectionate eyes gazed at her.
Tang Yue thought he looked so dashing that she couldn't help but swallow hard and asked, "So next time, you won't climb through the window again, right?"
"Hmm." Meng Siyu answered promptly. Not climbing through the window, he could simply use the door, right?
With Meng Siyu there, Tang Yue had no chance of falling asleep. It wasn't until dawn was about to break that Meng Siyu finally let her rest, cuddling her as they fell into a deep sleep.
Old Sir Lian was somewhat shocked to see Meng Siyu, and asked, "When did you get here?"
Meng Siyu truly was, as Lian He had said, an outstanding man.
"Last night." Meng Siyu replied, while Old Sir Lian sized him up, Meng Siyu was also assessing him.
"Hmph, change those guards tomorrow." Old Sir Lian huffed angrily. Those people were really useless; fortunately, it was Meng Siyu. If it had been someone else, they might not even know how they died.
Meng Siyu cleared his throat, saying, "Grandpa Lian, even if a few more batches were exchanged, you still wouldn't find mine."
"Was it you who eloped with my granddaughter?" Old Sir Lian sharply changed the topic, no longer discussing the previous matter with him.
"To correct you, Xiao Yue and I are in mutual love. Since she was sixteen, I had identified her as my future wife," Meng Siyu earnestly corrected him.
Old Sir Lian glared at him and said, "You planned to elope with the girl when she was just sixteen? Are you even a man?"
"Grandpa Lian, in your era, wasn't it normal for sixteen or seventeen-year-olds to be discussing marriage?" Meng Siyu retorted.
"Clearly, she is our Lian Family's girl, and you married her quietly without a word. What, afraid that if she returned to the Lian Family, she wouldn't marry you?" Old Sir Lian changed the subject. Although he was rendered speechless by Meng Siyu's retort, his presence was still formidable.
"Grandpa Lian, if we had known that the Lian Family wanted to acknowledge Xiao Yue, we definitely would have invited the Lian Family to our wedding," Meng Siyu replied indifferently, "Uncle Lian has known about Xiao Yue's identity for half a year, and the Lian Family had been silent…"
Old Sir Lian sat down on the bench beside him. He didn't speak, but his eyebrows and eyes were filled with rage. It was all Lian He's fault, such a trivial matter, and he couldn't handle it; otherwise, Meng Siyu wouldn't have left him speechless and with no rebuttal.
Xiang Yazhi hadn't slept all night. After learning about the plan to take action that evening, she had taken the excuse of visiting her biological mother to stay at the Xiang Family.
Xiang Yawen had guaranteed with confidence that the plan was foolproof, but Xiang Yazhi couldn't help but worry.
Until Xiang Yawen was called out by a phone call, her worry intensified, fearing that something had gone wrong.
Xiang Yazhi sat with Mrs. Xiang for a while. Seeing that she was restless, Mrs. Xiang thought she was still angry about the incident from a few days prior, consoled her, and let her go back to her room to rest.
How could Xiang Yazhi sleep? Her heart was filled with unease, feeling that something was amiss, as if a disaster was about to occur.
She waited until dawn.
At the first opportunity, Xiang Yazhi went to look for Xiang Yawen, but couldn't find him. She felt that something had happened and, without time to bid farewell to Mrs. Xiang, she prepared to return to the Lian Family. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ noveⅼfire.net
She rushed to the entrance, bumping into Lian He with a gloomy face returning. Behind him, a man was carried down from a black Mercedes.
Even though the man's face was beaten beyond recognition, Xiang Yazhi recognized the familiar clothes and build; she knew it was her brother, Xiang Yawen.
"Yawen." Xiang Yazhi was shocked to see Xiang Yawen, her heart pounding anxiously. She hurried over, and while checking on Xiang Yawen's condition, she asked, "What happened to Yawen? Who did this to him?"
"Bring the man inside," Lian He said coldly, striding into the house.
Gong Sheng and Yue Jun, like carrying a corpse, carried Xiang Yawen into the Xiang Family home .
Now just past seven in the morning, Mr. Xiang and Mrs. Xiang were still at home. Suddenly hearing that Xiang Yawen had been in an accident, they quickly ran out. Mrs. Xiang, who was already sick, nearly fainted at the sight of Xiang Yawen lying on the ground, bloodied.
"Lian He, where did you find Yawen?" Mr. Xiang checked Xiang Yawen's breathing, confirmed he was still alive, and said urgently, "We need to get him to the hospital."
"Mr. Xiang." Lian He's voice carried a sense of distance and coldness, not even calling him 'Dad' but 'Mr. Xiang.' If one looked closely, one could see the anger surging in his eyes.
Mr. Xiang felt a pang in his heart and said gravely, "Lian He, no matter how much you argue with Yazhi, Yawen is hurt. With such serious injuries, we must get him to the hospital."
"You're mistaken, I want to divorce Xiang Yazhi," Lian He stated resolutely. Regarding Xiang Yazhi, Lian He felt that even giving her a glance was a betrayal to Xiao Yue. He was afraid that just looking at her, he would not be able to resist beating this malicious woman just as severely as he had Xiang Yawen.