At that moment, Yang Peili, who had rushed over after hearing the news, happened to overhear the conversation. He didn’t know what expression he should use to face everyone, so he merely forced an awkward smile at Yang Ruxin, "Dani, it won’t happen again." Then he signaled to the few sons that followed to lift the person.
Feng Caie was feigning unconsciousness, her pants were wet, and she lay uncomfortably on the ground. Hearing that she was about to leave, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Yang Peili only brought three sons – it would take two to carry one, which left them one person short. They needed someone else’s help.
"What’s that smell?" As soon as they lifted her, someone close to Feng Caie suddenly asked.
Immediately, everyone looked over, and those with sharp eyes noticed that Feng Caie’s pants were dripping water, and a wave of laughter erupted.
Yang Peili and his sons all felt a burning shame on their faces and hurriedly quickened their pace to leave.
As the troublemakers left, the onlookers gradually dispersed too, but they added some new material for everyone’s post-dinner conversations and laughter.
Yang Mancang also soothed the Yang Family sisters before shaking his head and departing.
Only Aunt Hehua and a few others remained in the end.
"Auntie, let’s go back, we’re okay," Yang Ruxin said to the few people, revealing a bright smile, "I stand upright and sit straight; I’m not afraid of others slinging mud at me."
"Good child," Wang Hehua nodded her head, "We’ve watched you grow up; we all know your character. So don’t listen to random nonsense."
"Thank you," Yang Ruxin said gratefully, then watched as the group left before sighing and turning to go home.
Yang Baihe finally swallowed a lump in her throat. She had reacted quickly just a while ago, urgently hiding in the crowd to avoid being chased. Now, seeing that most people had dispersed, she decided to leave as well, already determining in her heart to stay away from Yang Dani in the future.
But as she casually looked back, she saw two men approaching. To be precise, two unfamiliar men, and her legs froze; even her previous fear vanished.
Could the world really contain men of such nobility, such elegance? Especially the fabric of the clothes they wore, which clearly belonged to someone from a wealthy family, and the jade pendant hanging at his waist – wasn’t this the very image of the ideal husband she had envisioned? Yang Baihe felt her heart was about to leap out as she rushed forward, blocking Qi Jingyi’s path.
Qi Jingyi was startled and quickly stepped back.
As a guard, Weng Ji reacted swiftly, taking a step forward to block Yang Baihe, thinking to himself how terrifying her gaze was. It was as though she wanted to devour his master whole.
"Young gentleman, where are you from? It’s so hot today, aren’t you thirsty? Would you like to come to my house for a drink?" Yang Baihe pushed Weng Ji aside and stared straight at Qi Jingyi, looking as though she was about to pounce at any moment, "My home is just over there, not far away..."
Yang Ruxin had actually reached her own doorstep when she heard the conversation and nearly vomited at the mention of "this humble woman." Yang Baihe certainly had a way with words. She quickly turned around to see the constipated expression on Qi Jingyi’s face and couldn’t help but laugh twice inappropriately. A man targeted by Yang Baihe – she didn’t know whether it was a blessing or a curse.
Qi Jingyi’s mouth twitched as he stepped back again, increasing the distance from Yang Baihe, and looked at her with distaste, his voice gentle yet firm, "Get lost!"