Chapter 19: Her Heart Softens a Little 19

His hearing was extremely good; he heard it clearly, and holding her hand made him tremble involuntarily.

But she didn't notice.

Yi Ruan asked seriously, "Who are you?"

"Mo Zhi."

He had already returned to the Kunlun Mo clan's residential area.

He very much wanted to bring his sister home.

He had calculated her birth date and time; Yi Ruan was indeed his biological sister.

She leaned against Fu Qiwei's chest, idly tracing his abs, and said lazily, "But what if I don't want to go home now?"

"……" Mo Zhi didn't speak.

She smiled faintly and continued, "I want to be with my husband; wherever he is, that's home."

"But, that can't be at the cost of one's life..."

She is not of this world; this body of hers has died once before, so her body carries heavy yin energy. Too much yin energy harms the body, damages the five viscera and six bowels, and affects offspring.

"Such deep devotion is what makes love unbreakable." She believed that sacrificing one's life for the one you love is the epitome of deep affection.

But, one must also consider whether it's worth it.

Don't assume that just because a powerful, well-connected brother appears to protect her, she'll be grateful and tearful; she's not the kind of woman you can take home with just a few words.

Mo Zhi gazed at the distant dragon vein and said softly, "A Ran, big brother will always be your second home."

Such things cannot be forced.

After hanging up the phone, she immediately stood up, raised her head, and seized the man's lips.

This was one of the few times she took the initiative to kiss him.

A brief taste and then stop.

"Fu Qiwei, you'd better treat me well, or I'll go home..." she said, nestled in his arms, suppressing the sob in her voice, her tone muffled.

She is someone who cares deeply about whether her efforts are worth it; if he dares to betray her,

she will definitely leave.

At that moment, in the presidential suite of the five-star hotel.

A man with short golden hair breathed on the window with his finger, lightly writing the two characters "A Ruan"—no trace, no sound, only his finger felt it.

"Huh..." he exhaled softly; just a minute earlier, he had heard the girl he liked tell another man, "I want to be with my husband; wherever he is, that's home."

As it turned out, she loved him that much—so why would he bother to disturb them?

【I have breathed the evening breeze that you have breathed】

【I love the wild rose you plucked】

His phone ringtone is the lyric he personally wrote, set to a melody he composed.

【The roses of A Luo City no longer bloom, but wither】

【Ruan Sheng never falls】

Everyone in the circle knows that the Gu family's crown prince is innately rebellious and unrestrained; after fifteen, his hair never turned black again, his conduct consistently ruthless, bold, and radical—though lacking musical talent, he nevertheless loves writing lyrics and composing music.

This is his favorite ringtone: first, it's the best lyric he's ever written; second, he loves this phrase.

When did Gu Yunzhen become so prosperous?

He punched the windowsill, cracking the marble, and a winding fissure stretched outward.

"What's up?"

After he picked up the phone, he asked with a lazy smile.

"I've found you a nice girl—she's decent-looking, with a killer figure; want to come?"

"……" Send me the address.

Evening

A long dress outlined her beautiful figure, the off-shoulder, backless design captivating; her shoulders were straight, appearing slender and delicate, and the shoulder blades on her back appeared and disappeared with her movements, a tempting allure.

The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down; he felt a little parched, so he picked up the water on the table.

She turned around, frowning her pretty brows in dissatisfaction, "Didn't we agree I wouldn't have to wear a skirt?"

"Why are you still bringing skirts?"

The man leaned against the dressing table and chuckled softly, "But tonight is different."

Tonight, grandfather will announce that she, Yi Ruan, is Fu Qiwei's wife, and the future matriarch of the clan.

She held the lipstick; he blocked the mirror.

The man watched as her face slowly approached, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile.

She whispered in his ear, "Open your eyes; I'm going to apply lipstick."

Time passed slowly; she applied an extravagant lipstick.

Fu Qiwei couldn't help but laugh; she didn't suit this style—too mature, flashy, and seductive.

Yi Ruan angrily sucked hard on his neck.

Her thin lips weren't as red as before; instead, they had an indescribable allure.

The little woman left, gloating over his misfortune.

She was about to flee the crime scene when someone suddenly grabbed her waist and lifted her.

He remembered her saying that walking up and down stairs in a skirt was a hassle, so he took that troublesome path for her.

"Madam, please fasten my husband's buttons."

The metal buttons felt icy cold to the touch.

All the way, under the envious gazes of the onlookers, he carried her to the "Goose Cloud Hall."

Goose Cloud Hall is the venue for all banquets held at the Fu family ancestral residence.

In his arms, her ears turned red.

"Yo yo yo, who is this?" A whistle sounded, and it was a voice very familiar to him.

She steadied herself, looked toward the sound, and saw Wei Jiangyu?!

And Wei Nanxing.

Fu Qiwei said softly, "Xia Cao is pregnant, Shen Guanming worries that too many people will crowd her."

So he deliberately changed the timing, arriving later, so there would be fewer people on the road.

"Sister-in-law, you look really beautiful!" Wei Nanxing had only just seen her a few days ago, but he felt she looked even more beautiful today, though he wasn't sure if it was due to the surroundings.

Wei Jiangyu held a glass of red wine, shaking it occasionally as he said, "Tsk tsk tsk, Ruan Ruan, this dress looks really nice on you."

She linked arms with Fu Qiwei, smiling happily as she said, "Thank you, I think so too."

Fu Wan came running from somewhere, gave her a bear hug, forcibly pulling her and Fu Qiwei apart.

"Older sister-in-law, I've been bullied..." She hugged Yi Ruan, like a little child tattling.

Yi Ruan felt her chest about to be squeezed out of shape, she patted her back and said, "What's wrong?"

She grabbed Wei Nanxing with one hand and Yi Ruan with the other, rushing to a secluded sofa corner in the hall, saying, "Ah, you guys don't know, I was actually called an old lady."

Wei Nanxing took a cocktail from a servant's tray, bit the straw, and listened to her complain.

She exclaimed animatedly, "I just came in and met a handsome guy hitting on me; who knew that handsome guy already had a fiancée? I hadn't even said two sentences before that woman came over and said..."

Fu Wan immediately switched roles, crossing her arms, "Hey, do you know he has a fiancée?"

"I said, I didn't know, sorry."

"Then she grabbed me and said, 'Don't have any thoughts about my fiancé; you look so old, my fiancé wouldn't be interested in you.'"

Angry, Fu Wan snatched Wei Nanxing's cocktail and took a big gulp.

"I also thought it was something else, you're so rushed." Fu Qiwei and Wei Jiangyu came over, Wei Jiangyu sat beside his sister with a smiling face.

Fu Wan stuck out her tongue, cutely blinking at Yi Ruan, "Older sister-in-law, you better keep an eye on my older brother; following Old Wei has made him learn bad habits."

Wahaha, a daily favorite, every day a good mood.