Chapter 31: Her Heart Softens 31

Yi Tong lunged into his arms unprepared, "Qiwei gege, you said you would marry my sister, you said that, my sister loves white roses the most."

She was in his embrace, yet she smelled another woman's scent.

Yu Ma saw this and rushed over to pull her away, "Miss Yi Tong, our master indeed already has a wife!"

Yu Ma lowered her voice, afraid that Yi Ruan upstairs would hear.

She had grown up here since childhood, knew Yu Ma, and hugged her back, "Yu Ma, Qiwei gege promised my sister, he said he loved my sister, he said he would marry my sister, how could you marry someone else?"

Yu Ma saw her sobbing uncontrollably, patted her back to comfort, "Miss Yi Tong, please go, our lady is resting upstairs."

Yi Tong grabbed Fu Qiwei's clothes, "Qiwei gege, do you no longer love my sister?"

He said nothing.

Seeing this, she cried even more fiercely, "From the beginning you kept saying you loved my sister, that you would sacrifice your life for her!"

When he was young, he made a decision to devote his life to love; later he didn't die, a young person took his place, but the girl who would have willingly given her life for him died.

She left him forever.

Yi Ruan bit into a hot egg tart, stood at the stairway entrance, tilted her head watching this drama; the woman causing a scene in the living room looked somewhat like her, but not as refined as Yi Ruan.

She had autumn-wave eyebrows, that woman had willow-leaf eyebrows; if one said they were similar, only the facial outline resembled.

"Qiwei gege, you keep saying..." Seeing she still wanted to play this moral blackmail.

Yi Ruan held the stair rail and loudly questioned, "What do you keep saying?"

He saw her standing at the stairway entrance, afraid she would fall, and afraid the noise would scare her, so he lowered his voice, "Don't move."

Fu Qiwei feared she would disturb the fetus, strode up the stairs, looking at her, she lightly bit into an egg tart, "Husband, I've waited a long time for you."

This was the first time she called him "husband", not for any other reason, just to anger that woman standing in the living room.

He gazed at her gently, "Ruanruan..."

The man held her hand with one hand and her waist with the other, "Go slow, don't fall."

His voice was gentle like a spring breeze, something Yi Tong rarely saw, yet she had seen it often.

Back when Qiwei gege and Yi Ruan were together, he was like that, attentive in every way, never willing to raise his voice at Yi Ruan, no matter how strict he was with others, he spoke softly to Yi Ruan.

She watched the woman resembling her sister come down the stairs.

Yi Tong eyed her warily, "Who are you?!"

Her voice was sharp and piercing.

"I am Fu Qiwei's wife, the younger sister of Mo Zhi, the National Preceptor of the Mo, my name is Yi Ruan." Her voice was very gentle, yet carried an unangered authority, with a hint of laziness in her tone.

She still had half an uneaten egg tart in her hand.

"What did you just say? Keep going." Her round fingers interlaced with Fu Qiwei's ten fingers.

Yi Tong choked, forgot to cry for a moment, said nothing, her eyes red, biting her lips, looked at Fu Qiwei with tear-filled blurred vision.

Meanwhile he slightly lowered his head, looking at Ruanruan.

She let go of Fu Qiwei's hand, slowly walked to the trash can, threw the egg tart in, saw the garbage inside, endured her nausea and turned to look at Yi Tong.

The woman raised her brows slightly, the corner of her mouth hinting a smile, "It's just that Qiwei and your sister, in their most impetuous years, mistakenly thought they had found someone who would accompany them for life, so they loved each other wholeheartedly; but after your sister left, Qiwei watched his beloved white moon fall, and thus believed he would never marry another; yet you try to bind him with this, you keep saying it's for your sister, but do you really know what your sister thought? Perhaps seeing our family of three, your sister would still bless us, after all, a white moon wouldn't be cruel to that extent."

Yi Tong looked at her, aggrievedly retorted, "My sister would never bless you, you shameless mistress!"

She couldn't help it, smiling amusedly at that woman, "First: when I was with Qiwei, your sister had already left, I don't know her whereabouts, I've never met her, I didn't interfere between her and Qiwei, and I don't care; everyone has a fluttering heart in youth; second: I and Qiwei are a lawful husband and wife; third: this is my home, if you keep shouting like a shrew here, I will immediately call the police and sue you for trespassing."

Yi Tong couldn't win the argument, so she pointed the gun at Fu Qiwei, "Qiwei gege, please don't forget my sister, my sister loves you so much."

Fu Qiwei glanced at her indifferently, "Yi Tong, I have never wronged your sister, but now I love her very much."

Yi Ruan sat on the living room sofa, one hand placed in front, the other resting on the armrest, her body slightly reclined, her long, fair legs elegantly crossed, appearing leisurely yet forming an invisible aura.

"I don't care! Qiwei gege, divorce her, divorce her!" Yi Tong lunged at him without warning, grabbing his arm, crying as she spoke.

Yi Ruan lifted her gaze, her peach-blossom eyes slightly raised, "Yi Tong?"

She glanced sideways at Yi Ruan, crying like a little white rabbit, "It's not just that your sister left; it's that your sister loved him most, and it's not that your crying and fussing will make him divorce me."

Yu Ma watched from the side, inwardly admiring the lady; the lady truly rivals the former Lady Rong.

Elegant yet not lacking dignity, but... the former Lady Rong lost because the old master didn't love her.

Yi Ruan propped her head with one hand, gazing at Fu Qiwei, her beautiful eyes soft, "Husband~ I'm so tired, the baby is also so tired."

She looked at that affected woman, just like her sister, annoying!

She left without looking back.

Left her and Fu Qiwei facing each other, she said nothing, opening her arms to him.

The man scooped her up at the waist; this time Fu Qiwei didn't stay silent, walking and saying, "I met her sister when we were sixteen."

The embraced wife said nothing, reaching out to pinch his silver hair.

Gesture for him to continue.

"At that time I got into Stanford, but my mother was very strict with me; she is my aunt's niece, also named Yi Ruan, the 'Ruan' from Ruan Lang Gui." He no longer wanted to keep it from her.

He supported her body with one hand and opened the door with the other.

"Be careful, don't drop me." She tightly hooked her arms around his neck, afraid he would drop her.

Fu Qiwei lifted the blanket and placed her on the bed.

Suddenly, the man half-knelt on the carpet, holding her hand and blowing on it, "Your name is not something I chose."

"Mm."

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