Chapter 825: with translation of chapter title

How could Liu Junyan not understand where Xiao Jiu's anger comes from?

He had also long prepared to see her again, ready to use every trick to coax her.

"Xiao Jiu, I—"

"Get out!"

Liu Junyan had just opened her mouth when Xiao Jiu suddenly shouted at her.

"Xiao Jiu, let me explain—"

"Ten years! You had many chances to talk to me, but you chose to play deaf and dumb; now you want to speak, do I have to lend an ear?"

""

"I'm tired, get out!"

After saying that, Xiao Jiu shoved her out, locked the door, then with a wave sealed the whole east wing, turned and went to bed.

Li Qingying sleeps lightly; when a commotion came from the main courtyard, she woke.

She sat up, got out of bed, and hurried straight to the main courtyard.

Before her foot even crossed the threshold of the main courtyard, she saw a familiar man's back standing there.

Seventh Lord?!

The Seventh Lord is actually in Suedi?

Is this… him being driven out?

Li Qingying's foot slowly retreated, then she tiptoed back to her own room.

Serves him right!

That's ten years!

In the past few years, perhaps one could still excuse it by saying his memory hadn't fully returned, that there was no chance.

But in the past year or so, even Xiao San has managed to come out, yet the Seventh Lord hasn't said a single word to Xiao Jiu—so Xiao Jiu giving him a hard time is completely justified.

Li Qingying thought and thought, feeling sorry for Xiao Jiu while putting herself in her shoes.

If she had been the one accompanying Hui Moqiong for ten years, with her temperament, could she stay as calm as Xiao Jiu?

Absolutely not!

The more she thought, the angrier she got.

She sat up, pulled out her phone, didn't care that it was the middle of the night, and directly dialed Hui Moqiong.

Poor Hui Moqiong had just fallen asleep when the phone ring woke him.

Seeing it was Li Qingying calling.

At this hour, his wife calling must mean some big unsolvable problem, so Hui Moqiong hurriedly answered.

Before he could speak, the other side unleashed a torrent of criticism.

In short, the core idea: no good comes from dog men!

Then the phone was hung up.

Hui Moqiong watched the screen slowly darken, his mind racing, suddenly realizing something, and hastily called back.

Li Qingying inexplicably lost her temper, now lying in bed unable to sleep, she didn't want to answer the phone, and whenever it rang she just pressed reject.

What she didn't know was that, while Hui Moqiong was calling her back, he had already gotten in the car and set off for Suedi.

Hui Moqiong is such a sharp and clear-headed person.

During the day, when the couple talked on the phone, Li Qingying was still calm and composed.

When they brought up Elder Fang, it was obvious something was up.

That she suddenly called at midnight to scold him couldn't possibly be because of Elder Fang.

Besides Elder Fang, the only one capable of stirring such big emotions in Xiao Jiu and Qingying, and who could possibly appear in Suedi at this time, is the Seventh Lord.

Just thinking of that, Hui Moqiong couldn't possibly sleep; he rushed to Suedi overnight.

When the car pulled up to the gate of Dragon Phoenix Elegant Residence, Hui Moqiong realized they had moved, so he tentatively sent Li Qingying a message: "Wife, are you asleep? I'm at Dragon Phoenix Elegant Residence—can you send me your location?"

Carefully.

Full of survival instinct.

Hui Moqiong was about to give up waiting for Li Qingying's reply and just call Fang Chuanzong for the address.

His phone vibrated once, and a location message came through.

Hui Moqiong's lips instantly curled; his wife Yingyingzi is still the best—tough-mouthed but soft-hearted, unwilling to let him suffer outside in the middle of the night.

By then the sky was already faintly light.

As the courtyard gate opened, Hui Moqiong lowered his voice and asked, "Wife, where's the Seventh Lord?"

"Gone." Li Qingying said, "How did you come here?"

Hui Moqiong said he couldn't rest easy, so he came over to check.

He also asked, "When did the Seventh Lord leave? Where did he go?"

"Who knows." Li Qingying replied irritably, "Sneaky as ever—no idea what he's up to."

Hui Moqiong eagerly rubbed Li Qingying's shoulders, saying with utmost care: "Wife, you've worked hard—didn't sleep well all night? While it's still early, I'll keep you company for a nap; don't get angry, don't get angry—anger harms the body and no one can take your place. Once I catch him, I'll give him a good beating for you!"

Li Qingying gave Hui Moqiong a white-eye look.

Although she knew he was just sweet-talking, this man knew how to smooth her over and coax her, and Li Qingying found it pleasant.

They got into bed, Li Qingying leaning into Hui Moqiong's arms, puzzled: "Hui Lao Wu, you always say you understand the Seventh Lord best—so why would he torment Xiao Jiu like this? What's in it for him?"

"Maybe he has some unavoidable difficulties."

Hui Moqiong saw Li Qingying's emotions easing, able to talk properly, then ventured his opinion: "In the past few years, the Seventh Lord might really have remembered nothing, but he couldn't bear to part with Xiao Jiu and everyone, so he would surely try to recall,

Since he recalled Xiao Jiu, it's hard not to want to see her; perhaps his mission isn't fully completed, so meeting but not truly recognizing each other eventually led to the present situation.

Li Qingying snorted: "If they can't truly recognize each other, are they just itching to have Xiao Jiu bear him a third son? I think Seventh Lord is just scheming against Xiao Jiu—back then he kept going on about wanting a third son, but Xiao Jiu refused, so he's holding a grudge and trying to force Xiao Jiu to comply—Xiao Jiu killing him would be justified."

Hui Moqiong chuckled: "Yingyingzi, why do you jump to shouting about fighting at the slightest disagreement? Even an honest official can't settle family matters; Seventh Lord and Xiao Jiu's affairs—we can only mediate from the sidelines, not interfere too much, got it?"

Li Qingying nodded, snuggled into Hui Moqiong's embrace, and fell asleep shortly after.

Hui Moqiong is just like that—when nothing's going on he's the most rowdy, but once something happens he's the best at steadying morale.

When he arrived, Li Qingying inexplicably felt at ease.

Even if the sky fell, Hui Moqiong would be there to hold it up for her.

But Hui Moqiong didn't sleep.

He had one arm around Li Qingying, his big hand gently patting her back while he thought about Seventh Lord.

He knew Seventh Lord too well—Xiao Jiu was Seventh Lord's lifeline; Seventh Lord would never scheme against Xiao Jiu just to get a third son.

There must be some hidden reason behind this.

He glanced toward the window; outside, light was already beginning to appear.

Since Seventh Lord had already come to see Xiao Jiu, even if Xiao Jiu wouldn't let him in or pay him any attention, by rights he wouldn't just leave so easily.

This situation can only mean one thing: Seventh Lord's activities in Suedi are under some restriction.

Meanwhile, Xiao Jiu hadn't slept either.

She lay in bed wrapped in the quilt, silent, but she could sense Liu Junyan's presence.

At the break of dawn, Liu Junyan left.

The previous midnight, when he went to find her, it was the same.

Liu Junyan was like a timed alarm clock—everything he did was scheduled to the minute.

Xiao Jiu frowned tightly, suddenly feeling some Regret.

Maybe… maybe she should have listened to his explanation?