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Sunrise to sunset, time passed quickly. A constant flux of vehicles moved in and out of the residential area. In a hurry, a young woman then led a couple into the area. Both wore solemn expressions—all the product of meticulous grooming. The man appeared to be in his forties, and the woman looked as if she were no older than her early thirties. She wore a cheongsam, with delicate patterns embroidered onto the sleeves and neckline, presenting her figure splendidly. Yet, her face was so tense that even the lines of her skin were visible.
They were filled with an aggressive tension.
The young woman who led them kept looking back as she walked, making calming gestures with her hands in the air time and again.
"Please don't be angry. Beibei only came up with this crazy idea because she was out of other options. No matter what I said, I couldn't dissuade her," explained Lin Yan, who led the way—the regret and confusion about the whole situation plain in her eyes—as she bit repeatedly into her lower lip.
Beibei is Yu Ting's nickname.
"Please, don't hold it against Beibei."
"It's my fault for not keeping a closer eye on her. I never thought I would wake up to this kind of a message from her. Now, I don't even know if she's eaten anything. The best I could do was to contact you both as soon as possible," she said.
"It's fine, we know it's not your fault. But she's already in her twenties, and still behaves like this." When their gaze fell on Lin Yan, Yu Ting's mother softened her tone slightly. But every thought of her daughter made her blood boil.
Her daughter was foolish enough before, but had become even more foolish in the months following her marriage. How could she commit such an act?
They had hoped that being with someone mature and responsible like Nanchen would give her a chance to learn and grow.
Yet, look at her now.
"Poor Brother Nanchen…" Lin Yan, who was leading the charge, suddenly blurted out. She kept her head low, her eyes stealing a look back now and then, trying to gauge the parents' reaction.
On hearing this, Yu Ting's parents turned pale, their furrowed brows deepening. They pursed their lips and kept silent.
"Brother Nanchen will be heartbroken when he gets this news, to find out that his wife…"
After a long pause, Lin Yan continued to speak.
Yu Ting's father frowned intensely and clenched his jaw.
"Alright, lead the way."
While leading the way and talking to the couple, Lin Yan kept her eyes on the road and would occasionally look at her phone, her fingers tapping away at the screen hastily, composing texts.
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Meanwhile.
In Jiangqi City.
Outside a high-end club.
Three men alighted from several luxury vehicles, shoulder to shoulder as they strode towards the entrance. Each of them were handsome, each with their distinct features, but they all shared a common air of carefree charm. Designer brands adorned each of them, their striking looks making them a force to be reckoned with in any crowd.
The man trailing behind them, on the other hand, stood out for his easy, swift gait, his straight posture, white shirt, black cropped trousers, and gleaming leather shoes. With a placid expression on his face, he seemed completely out of place amidst the general atmosphere.
Among them, his appearance was most striking: he had starry eyes, perfectly chiseled features resembling a sculpture crafted by God himself. His defined jawline and slightly parted lips, coupled with a small mole in the middle of his left eyelid, pronounce a sense of aloofness. His messy, ink-black hair was arranged in an ordinary fashion, half-covering his forehead, adding a languid air to him.
Standing tall at 185 centimeters, his hands naturally dropped to his sides as he walked along—one of them holding a.
…..black thermos cup.