"I was so angry that day. When I suddenly heard you say you wanted to break up with me, I... I lost my temper. I shouldn't have treated you like that..."

Shen Yuchen, who was about to push his hand away, suddenly stopped. "Don't you know why I said we should break up that day?"

After nearly a year of emotional abuse, coupled with the Luo family's downfall that day, she desperately needed a listener to confide in and a safe haven to anchor in. However, his indifferent expression and reaction became the final trigger for her emotional outburst.

He also forgot that she had promised him she would never leave him.

Feng Ming froze, "I'm sorry..."

"But I don't want to forgive you!"

He suddenly held his breath, his eyes seemingly flashing with a broken and reckless madness.

"unless……"

A flash of clarity crossed his eyes, and he instinctively pressed for an answer, "Unless what?"

"Unless you tell me why everything was fine before, and then you suddenly turned cold towards me, what exactly happened?"

He held her tightly, keeping his mouth shut and not saying a word.

She kicked him. "My baby can't wait. If you don't tell me, for the sake of the child's future, I'll find someone else to get married, and this child will have nothing to do with you anymore."

Feng Ming's eyes lit up. "So you mean if I tell you, you'll get a marriage certificate with me?"

"So, will you tell me or not?"

He instantly became like a gourd with its mouth sawed off, remaining silent, pulling his face away from her neck, lowering his head, and pouting as he looked at her.

Her eyes seemed to be brimming with moisture.

In just a few seconds, Shen Yuchen couldn't hold back any longer. She slapped his face away and walked straight into the room. "Feng Ming, this isn't how we were when we were kids. Don't act like this pitiful little thing just because you made a mistake. Do you think I'd believe that?"

He and she grew up together and he knew best that Shen Yuchen was the kind of person who responded better to gentle persuasion than force, and she had a particularly soft heart.

He followed her like a big tail, going wherever she went, without saying a word, just looking at her with a pitiful expression.

Shen Yuchen was speechless under his gaze. "Feng Ming, I'm not a Stockholm syndrome patient. You think I'm supposed to forgive you just because you casually apologize for something so outrageous, and then continue dating you like a brainless fool? Don't waste my time with this. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm not buying your act now. Come back to me when you want to explain. Now get out of here."

After Feng Ming was pushed out the door, he stared at the door for a few moments and suddenly remembered that this was his own room. How could she be acting like the guest was in charge?

But after thinking about it, he didn't have the courage to ring the doorbell. He could tell that Shen Yuchen was really angry this time, and if he added fuel to the fire...

Remembering the explanation she wanted, a look of conflict and darkness flashed in Feng Ming's eyes.

His intuition told him that if he told the truth, things would be even worse than they were now.

**

Recently, the World Literature Association's dark web has been stirred up by Chairman Lian Yu's micro-sculpture work, "Yuanyu," which has stirred up undercurrents beneath the calm surface. Various forces are eager to make their move and are determined to obtain Yuanyu.

Speaking of Lian Yu, the president of the World Federation of Literary and Art Circles, he was once a man who swept the world like a whirlwind. He was a genius in the field of micro-sculpture art and the dream lover of countless young girls.

More importantly, he was the man who almost became Queen Lancelot's husband. If it weren't for that unexpected plane crash, the two might have become a couple long ago, and there would have been no political marriage with Lu Weixi's father later.

After Lu Weixi's father passed away, Her Majesty the Queen did not remarry.

Almost the entire world knows that Lian Yu is like a white moonlight in Queen Lancelot's heart.

The unique status of micro-sculpture art in the World Federation of Arts and Literature is largely due to Queen Lancelot's long-term support and advocacy.

For this reason, Country F has invested a great deal of human and material resources in developing high-quality jade, which has earned it a worldwide reputation and made it a sought-after target for major fashion and luxury conglomerates.

The reason for this is that Chairman Lian Yu's forte is micro-carving—jade carving.

Legend has it that the Yuanyu is only the size of a walnut, with exquisite and delicate lines and contours. The main subject of the carving is the Yuanyu, also known as the Yuanfeng, which has been recognized as an auspicious bird in China for thousands of years. It is a bird similar to the phoenix.

This small jade carving vividly portrays the phoenix feather, and besides the halo brought by Queen Lancelot's appreciation, its artistic value has also amazed countless master carvers.

Not to mention that Lian Yu used the openwork carving technique, which has been lost for many years. Openwork carving, also known as hollow carving, adds a delicate and exquisite quality to the already three-dimensional characteristics of micro-carving.

The most amazing thing about micro-carving is that it can refine everything into tiny details, allowing you to experience the exquisiteness and delicacy in the microscopic world it creates.

If Yuanyu was the work that made Lian Yu famous, then his monumental work created over many years, the Qingming Scroll carved from jade, completely propelled him to the altar, making it a work that cemented his status as a god.

It is a great pity that these two miniature sculptures, which once caused a sensation around the world, disappeared from the World Federation of Literary and Art Circles Museum after the death of Chairman Lian Yu.

Now, news of the reappearance of Yuanyu suddenly spread on the World Federation of Literary and Art Circles' dark web. People are speculating about whether it is true or false, but it has also pushed the World Federation of Literary and Art Circles' micro-carving, which has been dormant for many years, into the spotlight.

Gong Ning went to the apartment she used to live in, took out her carving tools, and chose a piece of pure-colored glass-type jade.

Sitting at the table, looking at the jade in her hand, Gong Ning's mind raced, sketching out the initial shape of the jade carving.

Micro-carving creators must possess highly proficient skills in calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting before they can "carve with intention," bringing the image in their mind to life through carving.

After staring quietly at the round jade ball in her hand for a long time, Gong Ning suddenly picked up the sharp and delicate knife from the box. Holding her breath and concentrating, she quickly moved her fingers holding the knife.

As time passed, the jade ball in my hand slowly transformed, acquiring a vivid and lifelike vitality...

After Gong Ning put down the knife in her hand and rubbed her stiff neck, the sunset outside the window was already radiant and breathtaking.

...

When Gong Ning returned to Yuexi Garden, the hall was quiet.

Meanwhile, in the study on the second floor, Gong Xiaojing, Lu Weixi, and Gong Qiaoyu sat on the sofa, all with serious expressions on their faces.

Lu Weixi asked with surprise and doubt, "You're saying Shen Yuchen is the daughter of Shen Rongzhi and Nan Yuan?"

Lu Weixi felt that what happened today was too mysterious. She had just met the little girl named Shen Yuchen, and now, when Qiao Yu was investigating the incident of the man in the black T-shirt entering A Yun's room that night, he followed the clues and found out about Shen Rongzhi, who had been missing for many years, and her daughter Shen Yuchen.

Why does Shen Rongzhi's daughter look so much like her?

There were just too many coincidences. Lu Weixi held a photo of herself around eighteen years old and looked at it repeatedly. The more she looked, the more she felt that she resembled Shen Yuchen.

Suddenly, a bold guess came to mind.