Chapter 77: The Truth Behind the Cause of Yan Moci's Mother's Death

Watching Su Xiyan blush as she flung the door open and ran away, Yan Moci's eyes were full of indulgence and doting.

She's shy, how cute.

Forget it, let's give her some more time.

Anyway, in the end she will always become his wife; calling him husband is merely a matter of time.

The reason Yan Moci signed this one-year agreement was simply that, after a year, once everything came to light, he would renew his pursuit of Su Xiyan and give her the grandest wedding.

As two people truly in love, he announced to the whole world,

She, Su Xiyan, is his wife, Yan Moci's!

Before that, he needed to settle everything.

Thinking of Yan Huaian's fainting today, Yan Moci couldn't help but frown,

He knew Yan Huaian's condition well; although old, Yan Huaian, who had served as a soldier in his youth, remained sturdy.

Perhaps one reason he fainted today was that he was overjoyed that Yan Moci had finally awakened,

On the other hand,

it was to protect Yan Zixin!

Yan Moci knew all too well that although Yan Huaian always claimed to be the eldest son and heir of the Yan family, how could he not protect his only daughter!

Moreover, Yan Zixin had been like that since childhood, and being premature, whenever she showed even a slight improvement, Yan Huaian doted on her excessively.

This time, he publicly declared he would destroy Yan Zixin's marital family, and Yan Huaian would certainly not stand by idly.

Although he had always known his grandfather truly loved him, in these five years Dongzi had been secretly investigating the cause of his mother's death, and after peeling away layer after layer,

Dongzi discovered that his mother's death was not only related to Liu Huanyu, but even afterward, Su Xiyan's mother's close friend from the Su family, and even... his own father could be involved.

Thinking of that woman who had always been gentle as water, using all her softness to protect him.

Yan Moci narrowed his eyes dangerously; he would surely uncover the truth of the matter, allowing his mother to depart with a clear name.

Thinking thus, he walked to the window and saw Su Xiyan, who had just run to beneath his window and was now swinging on a swing; he curled the corner of his mouth.

After a pause, he couldn't help but lift his foot and walk outside.

After leaving the room, Su Xiyan strolled to the garden and began swinging.

Recalling Yan Moci's just now bewitching expression, she couldn't help but blush again.

Yan Moci, this guy! He's really over the top!

She should have added another clause to that contract!

Teasing her is an extra charge! He really loves to tease her!

It leaves people wondering whether he's being sincere or not!

Thinking thus, Su Xiyan unconsciously stopped swinging, covering her face, feeling a bit embarrassed yet her heart felt sweet.

Under the nightfall, Su Xiyan was in the shadows, appearing indistinct.

She suddenly heard a faint discussion coming from behind the nearby bushes:

"I never expected that after five years, the young master would actually wake up."

"Yeah, I bet the whole Yan family didn't see this coming."

"You say, after the young master wakes up, will he continue investigating the lady's affair from back then?"

"Ah, the matter of the lady back then is indeed a scandal of the Yan family.

"To this day, the outside world still thinks the lady merely died of depression, but...."

Su Xiyan couldn't help but frown, a faint doubt rising in her heart,

"Given what they're saying, could it be that there's still some hidden truth behind Yan Moci's mother's death back then?"

The speaker lowered his voice: "Back then, with so many people present, the lady was caught in bed in an affair.

"I happened to be on duty that day; the old master's face was truly livid with anger.

"Soon after, the Yan family announced externally that the lady had died by suicide due to depression.

"That's the Yan family's mercy—although the lady did such a thing, they still claimed it was because the master had strayed, preserving her reputation.

"If you ask me, with the lady's conduct, it's just...."

"What do you mean, 'just....'?"

A sudden voice rang out; not only did the people behind the bushes fall silent, but Su Xiyan also turned over with a look of surprise.

Seeing Yan Moci's expression at that moment, even Su Xiyan couldn't help but stare.

She had never seen Yan Moci look like this before—cold, gloomy, wayward, as if all the world's negative emotions had gathered in him.

Seeing him stride toward this direction, enveloped by that oppressive, heavy aura, Su Xiyan found herself unconsciously stepping back.

After stepping back, she looked at Yan Moci somewhat at a loss, only to see a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

He sneered, curling the corner of his mouth, and mocked:

"How? After hearing them say I'm the son of that kind of woman, do you think I'm tainted?"

"Or is it that you know what I'm about to do, so you're afraid?"

As he spoke, Yan Moci's eyes seemed devoid of any emotion, his pupils an inorganic black, like the grim reaper descending, ready to reap lives at any moment.

Upon hearing Yan Moci's words, the servants who had been chattering behind the bushes were already trembling with fear; even through the bushes, Su Xiyan could feel their terror flowing incessantly.

She heard a "thud" as they knelt down, and they kept begging: "Young master, we were wrong."

"We have foul mouths, we don't know good from bad, we slandered the lady; please spare our lives!"

Yan Moci let out a cold snort, "Hmph."

Without waiting for Su Xiyan's reply, his gaze swept over the grass as if looking toward some unknown distance, his tone light,

"Everyone is criticizing her, everyone."

"How could I bear to let such a gentle person endure this vilification and leave the world?"

I should have just killed everyone who saw this back then; only then would no one slander her, and she could keep her purity for life.

Having said that, Yan Moci walked straight toward the back of the flower thicket without hesitation.

Su Xiyan instantly understood Yan Moci's meaning; thinking of what he was about to do, she leapt down from the swing.

She stood alone in front of Yan Moci, looking at Su Xiyan's petite figure before him, Yan Moci curled his lip in disdain.

What, now, you also want to stop me?

Even you want to side with them?

Su Xiyan looked at Yan Moci with unwavering resolve, unwilling to retreat even half a step, she stared at him and said:

"Yan Moci, precisely because they are such vile people, you must not collude with them."

"Heh," Yan Moci shook his head, "Su Xiyan, this world cannot be soothed by mere notions of karma."

Having said that, Yan Moci was about to continue forward, but Su Xiyan without hesitation reached out and grabbed him; as she spoke, her gaze was burning, as if countless brilliant stars lay within her.

"Yan Moci, the best way to dispel rumors is to uncover the truth."

"Because only the truth can make everyone shut up; with the facts laid bare, those despicable petty people will have nowhere to hide!"

"I will help you; I will uncover the truth together with you!"

But unexpectedly, her words only earned Yan Moci's cold snort.

"Heh, Su Xiyan, you can't even handle your own affairs—how could you possibly help me?"

Having said that, Yan Moci without hesitation pulled his hand away and walked straight toward the back of the flower thicket.