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Shangguan Shaoyi let out a cold snort, not even glancing at him, and said, "I did have the intention to kill you before, but now I realize that killing you is pointless. Just go."
Zhu Ye Feng remained silent for a while, as time passed unnoticed. The moments he spent with Shangguan Yiting transformed his previously uncertain feelings into something definite, dispelling his confusion. He still remembered how the soft glow of the streetlights made her figure appear vibrant and bright, and he recalled her melancholy after their arguments.
He looked up at the dim sunlight outside and quietly said, "Starting tomorrow, I will be going abroad. Let's just consider these events as a long dream."
Shangguan Shaoyi did not respond, watching him gradually walk away until he disappeared at the end of the corridor.
"Young Commander, what should we do now?" Shen Mingliang approached him, looking into his deep gaze and asked.
He remained silent for a moment until Shen Mingliang began to seem somewhat dazed, then he heard the cold voice slowly say, "Return to Command Center."
The rumbling Train arrived at Shanghai Station, with mist rising gracefully into the sky. Jiang Yating looked out the window; the hazy moonlight made her pale figure seem fragile. She gently bit her lip, slowly casting aside the emotions that troubled her. As the Train came to a stop, she noticed the growing crowd outside and suddenly realized something, quickly getting off the train.
Her footsteps landed on the concrete floor; people around her were either laughing or crying. She felt like a sorrowful point in space, unable to sense any emotion.
No one came to greet her, no one smiled for her.
She called for a taxi herself and returned to Jiang Family Mansion. A new butler she did not recognize stopped her at the door and sternly informed her that Master and Madam were resting and would not see anyone.
If this had happened before, she would have felt dissatisfied and argued with the butler. Now she had lost that feeling; she carelessly tossed her suitcase aside and leaned against the wall. If it weren't for her luxurious clothing and beautiful appearance, she would surely be mistaken for a beggar.
As the clock struck midnight, distant chimes echoed in her ears. She rubbed her swollen eyes when a Ford Car slowly drove by, its headlights stinging her eyes. Shaking off her drowsiness, she stood up and saw a stunning woman get out of the car. Her heart filled with joy as she called out, "Mom."
Madam Jiang was slightly taken aback as she looked at her fair Countenance. Her eyes, enhanced by her pregnancy, became even more captivating, carrying the charm of a mature woman. The richness of her beauty momentarily distracted Madam Jiang, who couldn't help but say, “Yating, why did you come back to Shanghai without telling me in advance?”
“Nothing much, I just missed Mom and Dad,” she said, rubbing her almost snow-white cheeks and wiping away the tears that had secretly flowed from the corners of her eyes, leaving behind a trail of red marks.
Madam Jiang furrowed her brows; this was the first time Jiang Yating had cried in front of her. She glanced at the butler, who looked utterly terrified, and spoke with a hint of sternness, curling her crimson lips, “What are you doing? How could you stop the young lady at the door when she returned?”
“I... I didn’t know she was the young lady,” the butler stammered, clearly shaken. He had only just started a few days ago and had never heard Jiang Family mention anything about their daughter. Madam Jiang snorted and walked forward with her usual arrogance. “Yating, keep up. Zhang Butler, you don’t need to come tomorrow.”
Jiang Yating paused; the death of Shangguan Yiting from a few days ago lingered in her mind. In that Moment, she felt not only the weight of life but also the emotions surging within her. She always thought she lived for her family, yet she was not made of wood or grass; who could be heartless? Even though Shangguan Yiting cared for the child in her womb, she had also received meticulous care from Shangguan Yiting. No matter how much she tried to hide her feelings, she could not deny that she had fallen in love with Shangguan Shaoyi.
“Mom, let it go. He doesn’t even know me; you don’t have to dismiss him.”
“Oh?” Madam Jiang smiled lightly, her tone laced with a thin layer of anger. “When did you become so compassionate? That’s not like you at all.”
“I don’t even know what my personality is like; how would you know?” Jiang Yating looked at her mother but found no trace of herself in her.
Madam Jiang wore a black peony embroidered Qipao, symbolizing her noble status. The high slit revealed her long, fair legs, and between her brows lay an undeniable elegance and charm that would captivate anyone who glanced at her. Jiang Yating half-closed her eyelids and looked elsewhere while Madam Jiang raised her Lip Corners, recalling that this was the first time her daughter had argued with her.
“Let’s go home; we can talk there.” She glanced at the butler, who discreetly stepped back to a distance where he could no longer hear their conversation.
Jiang Yating tightened the camel-colored silk shawl draped over her shoulders. Her eyes flickered as they caught the bright moonlight, casting a silver glow on her toes. With a hint of melancholy in her gaze, she said, “Mom, I feel really tired. I don’t want to stay in the Shangguan Family anymore. Can you let me go home?”
Madam Jiang furrowed her beautiful brows; her smile remained perfectly measured, though the light in her eyes sharpened slightly. “What nonsense are you talking about? In a little while, you'll be giving birth. Why would you come back now instead of staying in the Shangguan Family! What are you trying to do?”
"I was very unhappy there and didn't want to stay any longer. After I give birth to this child, I will send him to Shaoyi. From now on, I will be with you and Dad, and I won't go anywhere else." Jiang Yating's words were filled with determination. Madam Jiang was taken aback; this was clearly a decision made after deep consideration by her daughter, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
"Do you know what you're saying? Shangguan Lin is cunning and scheming. If you're not by his side to help us monitor him, what will happen when he brings our Jiang Family down one day?"
Jiang Yating let out a bitter laugh, her voice trembling, "Just as I thought. You only consider the interests of the family and never think about my happiness. I've told you, I was very unhappy there. I don't want to go back; I don't want to go anywhere else. Why don't you consider me? Am I not your daughter?"
Her series of complaints left Madam Jiang momentarily stunned, her eyes filled with emotion as they rippled with confusion. "What are you saying? Of course, you are my daughter."
"No." Jiang Yating shook her head. "I am also going to be a mother. I understand in my heart that even before my child is born, I want to do everything for him. I can't bear for him to suffer or be forced into doing things he doesn't like, and I certainly don't want him to become a tool because of my **."
She turned her gaze coldly towards Madam Jiang. "Tell me, who are my real parents?"
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