Qiao Yin looked at the helpless, shame-faced Lan Yuyi in front of her, who seemed like a little girl caught in the act, and was momentarily at a loss for words.
She now understood why Lu Lingche had always secretly been in love with his brother's woman, and why Lan Yuyi had become his unreachable moonlight.
No man could resist her pitiful appearance.
The pain in Qiao Yin's heart was like being cut with a knife, but it was only when Lan Yuyi stood in front of her that she realized that she had truly lost.
Because she had once tried to mimic the soft meekness of Lan Yuyi.
In order to win Lu Lingche's love, she had humbly abandoned her own personality and dreams, quietly changing herself to resemble his 'moonlight'.
How foolish she had been.
Could she really mimic the moonlight?
She should just be herself!
The feeling of her stomach churning rose up again and Qiao Yin couldn't help but press her belly.
Lan Yuyi asked her with concern, "Miss Qiao, are you alright? You look so pallid. Can I help you sit down here?"
As Lan Yuyi was pregnant, Qiao Yin gently refused her help and sat down on the sofa, "I'm fine, Miss Lan. You've already apologized, you can leave now."
Yet, Lan Yuyi softly persisted "But, you haven't said you'll forgive me, and I can't leave. Besides, you look ill. Hasn't Lingche noticed? I'll take care of you on his behalf, please don't be mad at him."
How could Qiao Yin let a pregnant woman take care of her? "No need, I really am fine, I'll be better after some rest. Lingche has probably headed to the office, you can go find him."
Yet, Lan Yuyi insisted on staying, biting her lip as she said: "I'm at your house for the first time, won't you invite me for a cup of tea? Or are you still angry at me?"
Qiao Yin stood up decisively: "The tea is in the cupboard, you can find whatever you want. I have to go."
But Lan Yuyi stubbornly blocked her way: "Miss Qiao, your refusal to brew tea for me signifies that you haven't forgiven me. Without your forgiveness, I won't let you leave today. I want to take good care of you and make up for my mistakes."
Tired and worn out, Qiao Yin didn't want to argue, "If I make tea for you, will you let me go?"
"If you make tea for me, I definitely won't block your way."
Qiao Yin turned around and went to the kitchen to heat water and make tea.
When the tea was ready and served to Lan Yuyi, she took a sip, only to spit it out immediately. Apologizing profusely, she stammered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Miss Qiao, I didn't mean to spit it out, the tea is too hot, too hot, I..."
"The tea is fresh, naturally, it's hot, it's not your fault..." Qiao Yin began but suddenly, her face turned pale. The sensation of nausea she had suppressed all morning finally burst forth, and she suddenly vomited.
Immediately, Lan Yuyi screamed: "Ah! Ah!"
Looking over, Qiao Yin saw that Lan Yuyi's new, beautiful dress was now covered in her vomit.
There was an unpleasant smell emanating from her body.
Even Qiao Yin herself found it unbearable and retched a few times.
Lan Yuyi retreated in fright.
Frantically apologizing, Qiao Yin said: "I'm sorry, Miss Lan, I'm really not feeling well today, I didn't mean to do it, let me help you clean it up."
Lan Yuyi burst into tears, ignoring Qiao Yin as she fled out of the house, her face pale.
Qiao Yin sighed, went to the bathroom to clean herself up, cleaned the living room, and finally left with her suitcase.
She drove back to her own house.
This house was left to her by her mother. Although it was old, she had decorated it to be cosy and beautiful, a great place for her to heal when she was hurt.
Having not lived there for three months, she knew she needed to give it a thorough cleaning.
She hadn't been busy for long when her mobile phone rang.
She pressed the answer button, and Lu Lingche's angry voice sounded from the other side of the phone, "Qiao Yin, why did you harm Yuyi?"
Qiao Yin was taken aback: "What?"
"Yuyi had a miscarriage!"