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"Stop!" A sharp voice rang out, followed by hurried footsteps, as if many people had arrived. Were they here to save me? I strained every muscle in my body to lift my head, but my vision was blurred from the injuries, and I could see nothing clearly.
"Kong Yuan? What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to rebel?"
Lu Xian's voice echoed, and at that moment, I began to feel a haze enveloping my mind. I was on the verge of losing consciousness, but I was curious about who would come to save me at this time. With the last of my strength, I bit down on my tongue, forcing myself to stay awake.
"Rebel? The ones rebelling are you, Lu Family! Someone! Kill Lu Xian!"
Kong Yuan shouted, and chaos erupted around me. The opposing side seemed strong, and Lu Xian's men appeared to be struggling. However, Lu Xian's bodyguards were all skilled fighters, covering his escape.
After Lu Xian fled, someone picked me up. It was then that I caught a glimpse of my rescuer, Kong Yuan. Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I didn't recognize him. Before I could ask why he saved me, I succumbed to darkness.
I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I was no longer in that small dark room; instead, I found myself in a luxurious hospital room. To my surprise, a familiar face greeted me—the foreign nurse who had cared for me while I was recovering abroad.
Seeing her made it clear who had saved me.
"You’re awake? You’ve sustained such serious injuries again," she said cheerfully. I shook my head and directly asked, "Who saved me? Was it Qu Youyi?"
For now, she was the only person I could think of. Perhaps Kong Yuan was an old subordinate of the Qu Family, someone they had planted within Qing Gang who intervened at a critical moment to rescue me.
"Qu Youyi? No, she’s traveling in Australia right now; she doesn’t have time for you!"
The nurse chuckled. Hearing this made me frown as I inquired further, "Then who was it?"
"It was me!"
A familiar voice rang out. I turned my head in shock.
"Qu Youyang?"
Seeing Qu Youyang walk gracefully into the room with a bright smile startled me!
"Isn’t she dead?"
Could it be that I had died too? But no, I distinctly remembered being saved! Why was she here?
"Surprised?"
Qu Youyang smiled as she sat down beside my bed. I quickly reached out to touch her—she felt warm!
"You’re not dead?"
I was utterly astonished; Qu Youyang was alive! What the hell was going on?
"I’m not dead."
Qu Youyang smiled again, looking as youthful and radiant as ever, as if untouched by the world’s troubles. The nurse noticed we had things to discuss and playfully told me to have a good chat with my sister before stepping out of the room.
"Aren’t you going to give me an explanation?"
I recalled how Qu Youyi had cried and told me about everything Qu Youyang had done for me. It left me speechless—what a scheme! It was all just a setup!
"Explanation? Why do I need to explain anything? I'm your biological sister! Shouldn't you be happy I'm alive? Why should I have to explain myself to you?"
Qu Youyang said matter-of-factly. Her response left me both amused and frustrated at the same time.
Indeed, at first glance, her words seemed reasonable. There was no need to delve into the complexities of the past grievances; as her younger brother, I should be happy that my sister was alive.
But damn it, how could I be happy when she was playing me for a fool?
It was absurd!
You know I didn’t mean it that way. Why are you deceiving me?
I glared at Qu Youyang, but she showed no fear. She merely glanced at me and said, “If I hadn’t done this, would you have come to Qing Gang obediently? I doubt it. Isn’t bringing you into the struggles of Qing Gang with a sense of hatred meant to motivate you to fight harder?”
Damn your motivation!
I was furious on the spot.
Damn it!
If it weren’t for Qu Youyi deceiving me into believing that Qu Youyang had died for me, with all that emotional manipulation, why would I even have gone to Qing Gang? If I hadn’t gone to Qing Gang, how would I have gotten entangled in so many issues?
Disguising myself was exhausting!
Honestly, if it weren’t for Qu Youyang’s lie, I might have been living a carefree life with Linna by now. I could have restored my face to its original state and lived freely as myself! Maybe even Lu Ying would have been healed by now.
“How can you talk to your sister like this? I am your sister! Your real sister!”
Qu Youyang immediately turned hostile, slapping her thigh and shouting at me. Every time I had seen her before, she had always seemed aloof and unapproachable, but now she felt surprisingly down-to-earth.
Real sister? Well then, tell me, which sister insists on making her brother her son-in-law? Have you ever seen a sister who forces her brother’s wife away just so he can become her son-in-law?
I argued with Qu Youyang; she was hardly a qualified sister. What had she done besides dragging me down?
Qu Youyang stumbled over her words, finally muttering, “I-I didn’t know back then! What could I do? Who told me my brother was so outstanding?”
Oh really?
Was she trying to flatter me? Did she think that would smooth things over?
Dream on!
Cut the flattery; what does being outstanding have to do with helping you out? Why should I?
I wouldn’t let it go.
Qu Youyang’s expression turned difficult as she asked, “Then what do you want?”
“Get your impressive plastic surgeon and restore my face to its original state!”
I said bluntly; that was what I wanted most. No more Lu Yan—I'm Xiang Dong!
“Your original face looked like a car accident scene,” Qu Youyang retorted with a grin.
“Well, that was after the injury,” I sighed in exasperation. “What about before?”
“Um, well, it’s not impossible, but brother—”
Qu Youyang started to speak, but I interrupted her immediately.
“Don’t call me brother; I’m not your brother, and you’re not my sister. We have no relationship whatsoever. I’ve helped you out with quite a bit already, but as you can see now, the situation is what it is. I can’t help you anymore; find someone else.”
I said this without any courtesy; at that moment, my long-standing grievances boiled over. But honestly, seeing Qu Youyang and realizing she was my biological sister stirred an inexplicable feeling within me.
It was a warmth I had never experienced before, unrelated to past grievances.
"You say it isn't, so it isn't? When you were injured last time, I had someone verify it for me. You are my brother, you are a member of the Qu Family! You have to work for the Qu Family; that is your inheritance, not mine," Qu Youyang said, frowning as she tried to persuade me.
I smiled and waved my hand dismissively. "Sorry, if you don't want it, I don't want it either. Just get the doctor to come and fix my face. You go your way, and I'll go mine. Goodbye."
"Qu Li Shang!"
"Qu Li Shang?"
I was momentarily stunned. Who was Qu Li Shang?
"Qu Li Shang is your name."
Qu Youyang said coldly, "Qu Li Shang? Qu Youyang? What kind of ridiculous names are those? Why should I be Li Shang? It's been over twenty years! Are you all satisfied now?"
"Do you know what your name means to me? My existence is for finding you! Qu Li Shang!"
Qu Youyang's voice was loud and seemed filled with anger; her eyes were red as if tears were about to spill over.
"I know you must think that Dad abandoned you, and you probably resent him for it. But do you know? You were his only son. He has been looking for you for a long time. Do you know how he cried holding your photo when no one was around?"
Qu Youyang spoke passionately, and I was left speechless, unsure of how to respond.
Even without growing up with Qu Liancheng, I didn't feel that I had been wronged in any way. I had no complaints; the only thing I resented about Qu Liancheng was that he was the leader of the Qing Gang, and the woman I loved most, Linna, had been harmed by the Qing Gang—by this sister of mine standing before me.
However, as I spent more time in the Qing Gang and learned about the history of the Qu Family, I understood that Qu Youyang's decisions were made out of necessity. She had only followed North Hongmen's suggestion because she did not want to marry their young master.
Strictly speaking, Qu Youyang was also a victim; the real culprit was North Hongmen, who had forced her into this situation. Once I realized this and learned that Qu Youyang had already died, my feelings toward her as a sister began to soften.
Qu Youyang spoke with great emotion and pulled out a tissue to wipe her nose. The once ethereal figure now resembled a big sister with a runny nose.
"Alright, stop crying. I didn't say anything; I'm just uncomfortable with your tactics," I said with a helpless glance. She was crying now; could I really continue to make things difficult for her? Even if I didn't want to admit it, she was still my biological sister—the only close relative I had in this world.
"That's good," Qu Youyang said as she wiped her tears away. "I know it's unfair for you to impersonate someone else, but you can see the situation we’re in—the family business has been taken from us. That’s your inheritance; you must reclaim it, do you understand?"
At that moment, she spoke to me as if she were talking to her brother. After hearing this, I smiled helplessly. To be honest, I had never really cared about the Qu Family's business; while I had always fought hard for it, I never thought of claiming it as my own.
"I know, I know," I replied. "But given how things are now—Lu Xian has Lu Ding Tian's will! And how many days have I been asleep? Don’t tell me Lu Xian has been sitting idly by these past few days; I'm running out of time."
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