Halfway through the conversation, Yan Shuirou once again charged fiercely, trying to snatch the exceedingly irritating jewelry box.
Yan Xiaye skillfully dodged her attack, and in a split second, she kneed Shuirou in her soft abdomen, watching coldly as she heavily fell onto the cold bathroom tiles, “Yan Shuirou, maybe I can’t beat Li Beicheng, but beating you is still very easy.”
With her entire body aching intensely from the fall, Shuirou had never endured such suffering in her life, especially at the hands of Xiaye, whom she had always looked down upon.
Filled with rage, she lunged at her again, her beautiful face contorted with madness, “Yan Xiaye, I order you to give it to me right now!”
Xiaye didn’t expect her to get up so quickly.
Her arm now sported several bloody scratches, and she frowned in disgust, “Yan Shuirou, you really are insane!”
“That’s right, from the first moment I saw Beicheng, I was crazy for him!”
As if afraid that Xiaye wouldn’t understand her point, Shuirou, raging like a trapped beast, fought using both her hands and teeth, launching attack after attack!
“You originally married into the Li Family for me, so isn’t it natural for you to leave Li Beicheng for me now?
Or are you saying that for a man, you don’t even care if you anger your own sister to death?” Shuirou hysterically questioned her, her words piercing and destroying her kindness, “Yan Xiaye, are you really that heartless and ruthless?”
She watched indifferently as Shuirou went mad, then resolutely raised her hand again, delivering a symmetrical slap to Shuirou.
Five years in prison had hardened her.
When it came to being tough, she had never been afraid of anyone.
“You can rest assured.” Her eyes devoid of any emotional color, her aura now only calm and icy, no longer weak or gentle, she stared directly into Shuirou’s eyes, confronting her, “As long as you are willing to die, I am willing to bury you.”
“…Fine!
You forced this on me!” Shuirou’s teeth ground together as she staggered to retrieve her own gemstone, throwing it into the sink in front of Xiaye and flushing it down the drain.
The jewelry, worth nearly a million, created a splash before disappearing down the drain in an instant.
Taken aback before she could react, Xiaye seriously wondered if Shuirou had truly gone mad.
Before Xiaye could react, Shuirou, with her wet hands, reached out and suddenly grabbed her arm.
Unable to break free, Xiaye frowned as Shuirou moved closer to her, her face pale with a sinister smirk next to her ear, “Yan Xiaye, give me back my jewelry!”
The last word fell with a clang, and Xiaye instantly understood her implication.
It was the same trick Shuirou had used five years ago to send her to prison, the same old scheme of framing and entrapment.
Feeling suffocated, she pushed Shuirou away and walked out, “In your dreams!”
…
At the restroom entrance, Li Beicheng had been waiting for nearly twenty minutes.
He had been busy greeting partners and hadn’t seen Xiaye come this way, so he was somewhat surprised to see her suddenly walk out.
Xiaye saw him but pretended not to, walking her own path.
Although she appeared indifferent, the bright red beads of blood on her porcelain skin were particularly striking.
This made Li Beicheng momentarily forget that Shuirou hadn’t appeared yet.
As they were about to pass each other, he grabbed her hand, his brow furrowed as he scrutinized her injuries, his voice involuntarily tense, “What happened?
Who hurt you?”
“You’ll know soon enough.” She pulled her arm back forcefully, feeling empty inside, and continued walking with the box in her palm.
Li Beicheng stiffened, immediately guessing that the injuries were related to Shuirou.
Ever since he had met Yan Xiaye, no matter what treatment he faced, she seemed never to have shed tears in front of him.
In the past, he had despised her for being like a block of wood, unromantic; after getting out of jail, she had continued to be indifferent, making him want to bite her and draw blood, just to see the love and hate struggling behind her stubborn mask, those feelings that tormented her to death on his account.
Yet, when he actually saw Yan Xiaye covered in injuries, disheveled like a lost soul, why did his own heart ache with unease?
Just as Yan Xiaye’s slender figure was about to disappear from his line of sight, Li Beicheng suddenly quickened his pace and chased after her.
He had just taken a step when another delicate and weak figure crashed right into his arms.
“Beicheng…”
Yan Shuirou called out in pain, her brows furrowed tightly, as though she had endured the cruelest torture in the world.
Li Beicheng was thinking about Yan Xiaye, but when he lowered his eyes and clearly saw Yan Shuirou’s face bruised and purple and her body covered in grievous bruises, he instantly forgot to continue his stride.
…
Back at the Li Family’s old residence, Yan Xiaye guessed that Li Beicheng would definitely not return that night, and finally slept well in her bedroom for the first time.
Early the next morning, the urgent pounding on the door awakened her from her sleep, and standing at the door was Li Beicheng’s personal bodyguard.
Yawning sleepily, Yan Xiaye knew what she was about to face, yet her heart felt strangely at peace, “Where does Li Beicheng want me to go?”
“I’m sorry, Young Madam, the Young Master asks you to set out for the villa in the Western Suburb, he is waiting for you there.”
Having hurt the woman he loved most, it seemed her time as Young Madam was probably coming to an end.
Yan Xiaye nodded indifferently, not expecting Li Beicheng to stand up for her justice, “Wait, I’ll change my clothes and come down with you.”
Though she had already guessed how things would develop, she did not expect to run into the busy Li Yuntang, who had been out all night and had just returned with his bodyguards, as she walked to the garden.
Separated by a fountain with an angel statue, both parties stopped simultaneously, the atmosphere suddenly tense.
Li Yuntang did not move, and no one else dared to make a move.
He watched the commotion with interest, “Xiaye, what are you going to do?”
Yan Xiaye, still mindful of her polite rejection the day before, bowed her head like a guilty little schoolchild, “Younger Uncle, Li Beicheng said he wanted to see me.”
“This mansion also has tens of thousands of square meters, and to meet, you have to specifically go outside?” he hummed playfully and lightly commanded, “Alright, tell your master to come back quickly.
As long as I, Li Yuntang, am alive for a day, it’s not his turn to call the shots in the Li Family.”
Impatiently waving at the bodyguards, he turned his attention back to her, “Have you had breakfast yet?”
“Um…” Yan Xiaye blinked, just about to lie, but her stomach growled and betrayed her.
Li Yuntang casually curved his lips into a smile and gentlemanly extended his hand towards the dining room, “I wonder if I have the honor of having breakfast with Xiaye?”
An invitation from Li Yuntang himself, to this day no one had the courage to refuse.
Walking through the garden, Yan Xiaye intentionally stayed half a meter behind Li Yuntang, her heart thumping nervously as if it would jump out of her throat.