Chapter 79: Passions Stir on a Thunderstorm Night

Yan Moci turned his head to look at Zhang Ma; Zhang Ma remained expressionless, utterly unmoved.

She smiled: "Young master, you forgot—I've watched you grow up."

"From childhood to now, I've done many things for you."

"But coaxing a girl—surely I shouldn't have to help you with that, right?"

Yan Moci pressed his lips, and Zhang Ma, rarely, saw some hesitation and nervousness in his expression, as if he were that boy again.

Zhang Ma smiled, then turned and left.

Outside, the wind howled fiercely, and the thunder grew increasingly frequent.

With another clap of thunder, a past scene suddenly flashed into Yan Moci's mind.

Yan Moci knew that Su Xiyan feared thunder.

At that time, Su Xiyan didn't yet know he had awakened; it was likewise a rainy night, with thunderclap after thunderclap outside.

Yan Moci felt the girl beside him draw ever closer, until she buried her whole self in his embrace.

The girl's soft body trembled, her voice shaking from fear.

Perhaps it was exactly such a thunderstorm night that gradually caused Yan Moci to open his heart to Su Xiyan.

Along the way, he repeatedly lowered his boundaries, indulging her entry into his heart.

Before a great thunderbolt falls, there is always a buildup; seeing the countless flashes in the sky, one knows the next bolt will surely reverberate through the heavens.

Another bolt of lightning, bright enough to split the night, shone through the window, lighting the whole room.

Yet in that brightly lit room, Yan Moci's figure was gone.

Su Xiyan wrapped herself in a blanket inside the wardrobe, striving not to tremble, striving not to let her choked sobs escape her throat.

"It's always been like this, hasn't it?"

"What, then, is she hoping for now?"

"Is it because of what Zhang Ma just said to her?"

"Or is it because of everything Yan Moci has done for her all along?"

When he looks at her, his gaze is always fervent, as if he wants to devour her whole.

Outside, thunderclap after thunderclap made Su Xiyan's heart sink lower and lower.

She lowered her head, wrapped her arms around her legs, and buried her face between them.

She had long told herself not to expect anything from others.

But at this very moment, she keeps silently wishing in her heart for Yan Moci to appear.

Yet he had clearly already thrown her out of the room.

Because she learned of his mother's past, perhaps in Yan Moci's heart she is now no different from those who spoke ill of his mother.

How could he possibly come looking for her again?

Moreover, perhaps he doesn't even realize she fears thunder.

As the thunder suddenly ceased, Su Xiyan relaxed not at all; she even clearly realized.

Next time, it will surely be an earth-shattering thunderclap.

She buried herself completely under the blankets, wrapping tighter and tighter, wishing to vanish from this world.

Su Xiyan clutched her ears tightly, but her body's trembling betrayed her fear of the next thunderbolt,

The sky outside grew ever murkier; in the fog, thunderclouds churned incessantly, and the next thunderclap was already upon her.

At the very moment Su Xiyan's spirit reached its breaking point, she suddenly felt the wardrobe door fling open.

Overwhelmed by fear, Su Xiyan didn't even notice when someone had entered her room.

She jerked her head up; her tiny face was flushed, her eyes brimming with panic that made her feel utterly shattered, like a delicate porcelain doll about to break at any second.

Before Su Xiyan could speak, the sky outside suddenly blazed bright as daylight.

Su Xiyan flung her eyes open; as the thunder crashed, she saw the person before her lunge forward without hesitation and pull her wholly into his arms.

She heard by her ear, "Yan Yan, I've come late."

Su Xiyan had always feigned strength, never shedding a tear—until now, when tears suddenly streamed down.

She returned his embrace, whispering, "Yan Moci, you're not late."

Yan Moci's whole being froze; the regret of being unable to protect his mother seemed, in an instant, to have found redemption.

He held Su Xiyan tight, unwilling to let go no matter what.

Likewise, Su Xiyan, who also needed safety at this moment, gave him his most fervent response.

Yan Moci's voice was hoarse and frightening; his whole body burned hot, his eyes seeming to hold blazing flames.

Before reason vanished completely, he and Su Xiyan confirmed,

"Yan Yan, have you decided?"

Su Xiyan clung to Yan Moci and shook her head,

She hadn't decided; indeed, deep inside, a voice kept telling her:

"Su Xiyan, don't get too entangled with Yan Moci!"

"Get away from him!"

"Leave his embrace!"

Yet Su Xiyan, no matter how, could not release Yan Moci; she could only let herself sink.

Seeing Su Xiyan struggle, Yan Moci's reason wanted to let her go, but her state at that moment utterly overwhelmed his reason.

"Yan Yan, even if you're only doing this out of fear right now, not because you truly love me—"

"I will cherish you as a treasure for the rest of my life, caring for you with utmost devotion."

As Yan Moci's kiss fell, devout as if he regarded her as a treasure, everything seemed to fall into place naturally.

Early the next morning.

Zhang Ma went to clean Yan Moci's room as usual, but saw the room empty and no trace of anyone having slept on the bed.

Zhang Ma pressed down the corners of her mouth that had turned up.

She called Dongzi, and after asking about his health, she suddenly said:

"Dongzi, don't come see me lately; seeing you just makes me feel upset."

Dongzi, ha??? Black person confused, jpg.

Before Dongzi could ask further, Zhang Ma hung up the phone.

Once her son is over thirty and still has no partner, even saying a few extra words to him feels aggravating.

Even the young master has seen the light, yet her son is still a single dog!

After hanging up, Zhang Ma finally felt much better.

She involuntarily put on a kind aunt-like smile and walked toward Su Xiyan's guest room from last night.

She very sensibly didn't knock, but just as she reached the door, it opened from inside.

Seeing Yan Moci come out, his whole person seemed to glow with a different light, and Zhang Ma's gaze was teasing.

She had a meaning behind her words: "Young master, did you sleep well last night?"

Yan Moci hadn't expected to run into Zhang Ma so coincidentally right after stepping out; he raised his hand to his mouth and gave a dry cough.

"She hasn't woken up yet,"

Zhang Ma nodded: "It's indeed tiring for a girl the first time."

Yan Moci,!!!

Zhang Ma!!

Why can you speak so recklessly!

Looking at Yan Moci's slightly widened pupils and his ears turning red, Zhang Ma spoke earnestly,

"Young master, I too have been through that age; when love runs deep, everything naturally works out for the best."

"There's nothing to hide, and besides, you two are already husband and wife, aren't you?"

The more seriously Zhang Ma spoke, the more Yan Moci wanted to escape, but thinking of Su Xiyan,

He urged Zhang Ma: "Zhang Ma, after she wakes up, don't say these things to her."

Zhang Ma instantly understood, she nodded with a smile,

Don't worry, I understand, girls are thin-skinned.