Chapter 273: Shen Xun Kneels

Mo Yi snorted coldly: "What does Jiang Miss moving have to do with you? You're no longer husband and wife; you have no say in Jiang Miss's affairs."

"If you're sick, go to the hospital quickly; why are you running here yelling for no reason?"

"Jiang Miss, you haven't finished packing your belongings; we'll have to move them over tomorrow morning, tidy up in the afternoon, and light the stove in the new home at night."

Jiang Lai gave a faint smile: "Okay."

"Jiang Lai, Jiang Lai..." Shen Xun ignored the bodyguards' blockade, charging in with all his might; even a dog biting his ankle was of no use.

He desperately reached out, trying to grab Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai remained unmoved.

Mo Yi kept sighing: "If I had known today would come, why bother in the first place? People always have to pay for their choices."

Just as Jiang Lai stepped over the threshold, a thud sounded from behind.

The sound was loud.

Immediately after came Shen Xun's heart-rending cry: "Jiang Lai! I beg you."

Jiang Lai slowly turned her head.

Shen Xun knelt on the ground.

With this kneeling, the bodyguards could only loosen their grip, pulling the dog to stand aside, though they remained vigilant.

Seeing Shen Xun kneel, Mo Yi's head buzzed; as they say, a man's knees hold gold, but this kneeling of the Shen surname... not good, not good, something big will happen!

Mo Yi's alarm bells rang; she pulled out her phone, walked aside, immediately dialed Ke Zhongyu's number, and lowered her voice shouting: "Young Master, stop working overtime; if you keep working overtime, you'll lose your wife!"

"It's incredible that the Shen guy actually knelt before Miss Jiang—I don't know if he's begging for reconciliation or something else, but whatever he's begging for, he's knelt. According to my experience reading novels, usually the male lead early on tears out the female lead's heart and kidneys; later, as long as he faces retribution, another kneel, two self‑slaps, and he can win her back! This is called the 'chase‑wife crematorium,' and it generally lets you retrieve the wife you abused. Young Master, don't worry about why he wants to turn back—everyone calls this deep‑seated abusive love. Young Master, hurry back; if you don't come back soon, I can't stop him from taking her!"

Having said it all in one breath, Mo Yi took a huge gulp of air, almost fainting.

After hanging up, she hurried back to Jiang Miss's side; we must keep an eye on her—no matter whether Jiang Miss can later be with her Young Master, eating the grass that regrows is absolutely out of the question!

The person most sorry for eating the regrown grass is oneself.

Mo Yi darted to Jiang Lai's side in a flash; seeing Jiang Lai walk toward Shen Xun, she quickly grabbed her: "Miss Jiang, I know Shen's situation is dire now, but that's the path he chose himself. You can pay for your four years of sincere misplaced affection; he should also pay for his four years of betraying your sincere love."

Jiang Lai looked at Mo Yi, patted her hand: "It's fine, Mo Yi."

Mo Yi said nothing more, her face still bearing a hint of worry.

Jiang Lai did not walk straight up to Shen Xun; they kept a distance of one meter.

Shen Xun's eyes were blood‑red as he lifted his head and looked up.

"Jiang Lai, I beg you—I know I've hurt you too deeply; I'm reaping what I sowed, and I can accept what I'm going through now, except..."

The man's voice choked up beyond words.

"The only thing I cannot bear is not being able to see you, Jiang Lai."

"Please, don't let me lose sight of you." Shen Xun's heart was seized by waves of panic.

Jiang Lai looked at his state and asked, bewildered: "Shen Xun, where does this deep feeling for me come from?"

"Is it that you can't accept not seeing me, or that you can't accept not being forgiven?"

"Jiang Lai, I don't expect you to forgive me." He pleaded desperately, "Don't let me lose sight of you."

"Jiang Lai, please."

He truly cannot bear not seeing Jiang Lai; for the four years she was by his side, as long as he wasn't on a business trip, he could almost every day see her.

Then one day, he suddenly could no longer see Jiang Lai.

That was terrifying.

Compared to disappearing completely, what's more tormenting is that Jiang Lai is clearly in the same city as him yet they can never meet.

It's like you clearly know that person is right there, yet you cannot see them with your eyes or touch them with your hands.

For someone who cannot let go, it is a cruel torture.

Before Jiang Lai could speak, a low engine roar came from the doorway, tires screeched against the ground, and a faint burnt smell drifted in the air.

The driver's side door almost opened the moment the car came to a stop; Ke Zhongyu stepped out with a solemn face, his breathing slightly hurried, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling Shen Xun nearby and locking firmly on Jiang Lai.

Mo Yi's eyes lit up: "Young Master!"

Before Jiang Lai could speak, Ke Zhongyu grabbed her hand and pulled her toward home, striding ahead with furrowed brows.

Another bang sounded.

The white door was also shut.

At that moment, the driver got out of the car, looking shaken.

Mo Yi asked him: "Why is the Young Master driving the car?"

Driver: "He was in a hurry. After your phone call, could Ke Zong not be anxious?"

Having entered the Nanshan Villa grounds, Ke Zong directly told him to park and crawl into the back seat; Ke Zong didn't even get out of the car, stretched his long legs to switch places, seatbelt unfastened, and sped all the way to Number Nine.

Driver: "I almost got flung backward and vomited; no wonder, when I interviewed, Mr. Ke and Ms. Nian said not to let Ke Zong drive lightly, but I see Ke Zong is quite patient and steady when teaching Jiang Lai."

Mo Yi: "... because the Young Master holds Jiang Lai dearest."

Driver: "Indeed."

The two chatted as if no one else were there, leaving Shen Xun alone kneeling.

Mo Yi said: "If you want to kneel, kneel; if you love to kneel, kneel however long you like, even till the ends of the earth—but you think you can force Jiang Lai to comply this way? No, I won't allow it, and neither will my Young Master."

Shen Xun didn't hear her; he looked worriedly inside and questioned Mo Yi: "What is Ke Zong going to do to Jiang Lai!"

"My Young Master wouldn't even lift a finger against Jiang Lai after slapping himself; why are you worrying here? You'd be better off learning from my Young Master—never mind, don't bother learning; this is something ingrained from the root."

Mo Yi and the driver didn't disturb them, meanwhile discussing tomorrow's move.

Upon hearing "Yanping Road Number Ten Courtyard," Shen Xun felt as if the sky were collapsing and the earth fissuring.

He knew that place.

A place not registered, absolutely impossible to enter.

A place where having money doesn't necessarily mean you can buy a house.

He can't find ease even kneeling.

Inside.

Ke Zhongyu brought them to the farthest point from the front courtyard—the end of the first-floor hallway—where the hall's light could only reach a little.

In the dim light, Ke Zhongyu lowered his eyes to her, his deep gaze holding a hint of restrained anger, and he said in a low voice: "Didn't you say that with your broken mirror it can't be made whole again, yet you soften when he kneels?"

Jiang Lai: "I didn't—"

Ke Zhongyu: "What's so special about kneeling? Who can't kneel?"

Jiang Lai: "You wait—"

Ke Zhongyu: "I can also—"

Jiang Lai covered his mouth with her hand, lightly, just her palm against him.

In an instant, it suppressed Ke Zhongyu's aura.

Seeing him close his mouth, Jiang Lai said: "Don't be the same."

Settle down, Ke Zhongyu.

Ke Zhongyu: "... Hmm."

Jiang Lai tried to pull her hand back, but Ke Zhongyu grabbed her wrist again; this time his grip wasn't strong, but it was tight.

The man's gaze locked onto her once again.

Jiang Lai's breath hitched slightly, her heart seeming to skip a beat.