Chapter 76 Chapter 76 is the shame left by that waste Yu Ziche...

In the secluded study area of ​​the Kyoto University Library, sunlight filters through the huge glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the pages of the open books.

Xue Ying was looking at a business plan intently, and the pen on her fingertips occasionally moved across the paper, making a slight rustling sound.

Liu Lianzi sat opposite her, flipping through the documents in front of her anxiously, but from time to time, her eyes fell on Xueying's lowered profile with an indescribable complex emotion.

Xueying was wearing a pearly white silk shirt today, with a slightly open neckline, revealing her slender collarbone. The sunlight outlined her soft neck line and her lips slightly pursed when she was concentrating. She was so beautiful that Liu Lianzi's heart tightened slightly.

"Yingying..." Liu Lianzi finally couldn't help it, her voice was very low, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Xue Ying didn't even raise her head, but just said "Hmm?" lightly.

Liu Lianzi took a deep breath and mustered her courage. "Let's...let's stop, okay? You've done well enough now. You have your own career, and many people recognize you...really, it's already great."

Her tone was pleading, even with a hint of humble fear. "Don't go any further. The water over there... the Yu family... is too deep. I'm scared..."

Xueying paused in turning the pages of the book.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Liu Lianzi. There was no gratitude or emotion in her beautiful eyes, only a cold, almost cruel clarity.

"Is that enough?"

She gently repeated these two words, a faint, mocking smile curling up the corners of her mouth. "Xiao Zi, do you think what I have now is 'enough'?"

Her eyes swept across the magnificent buildings of Kyoto University outside the window, as if penetrating them and looking at the brilliant place in the distance that symbolized power and wealth.

"Living in a room given by others, managing insignificant assets that slipped through other people's fingers, listening to those false flatteries... Is this what you call 'enough'?"

The girl's voice was soft, yet it pierced like an icicle. "Look at Xitong. What does she have? It's Yu Sixie's unconditional love and trust, the title and status as the future mistress of the Yu family. It's everything she was born with, and even after losing her memory, she can easily regain it!"

Xueying's eyes gradually became sharp and greedy, a light burning with desire: "How am I worse than her? I work harder than her, I'm smarter, and I know how to make use of everything better! Why can't I have better? I deserve the best!"

Liu Lianzi looked at the undisguised ambition and almost paranoid possessiveness in Xue Ying's eyes, and her heart sank little by little.

She knew that Xueying was no longer the girl who needed her careful protection and sympathy at the beginning.

There is no morality or bottom line in her world, only ever-expanding desires and the ruthlessness of using any means to achieve one's goals.

"But..." Liu Lianzi wanted to say something.

"No buts." Xueying interrupted her, her tone unquestionable, "If you're scared, you can quit. But don't block my way."

She lowered her head again and returned her gaze to the plan, as if the previous conversation was just an insignificant episode.

Liu Lianzi looked at Xue Ying's indifferent profile, and all the words of persuasion were choked in her throat, and finally turned into a silent sigh.

She knew she could not change anything, and the secret and desperate feeling in her heart seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

…

The afternoon sun shines through the clean glass windows into the VIP ward of the private hospital, bringing warmth.

Xitong brought Xizhi and Su Luyao to visit her grandmother who was receiving treatment.

The atmosphere in the ward was warm.

Xizhi has gradually gotten used to Xitong's amnesia. Although he doesn't talk much, he will sit obediently by his grandmother's bed, hand her warm water, and quietly remind her: "Mom, grandma just finished treatment, she needs to drink warm water."

Xitong smiled and touched Xiaozhi's head, then handed the peeled tangerine in her hand to her grandmother.

Because of chemotherapy, my grandmother's hair has become sparse. She wore a comfortable soft hat and her face was a little pale, but she looked in good spirits.

She held Xitong's hand, her fingertips feeling a little cold, and scolded her, "You heartless girl, what are you busy with? Are you almost forgetting about me, an old woman?"

Although he said so, his cloudy eyes were full of love and he gently held his granddaughter's hand.

Xitong's heart ached, and she quickly leaned over to hug her grandmother, her voice choking with sobs: "Grandma, don't talk nonsense. I can forget anyone but you. I'll come every day from now on. Just don't find me annoying."

Su Luyao was peeling an apple on the side, trying to liven up the atmosphere. "Don't worry, Grandma. If she doesn't come, I'll be the first one to talk to her! She's a key protected person at Jingda University now, so she's very busy!"

Grandma was amused and the wrinkles on her face smoothed out: "You are the only girl who can make me happy."

She took Xizhi's little hand again and looked carefully at her great-grandson's little face, her eyes full of love and affection.

Xizhi let her grandmother hold her hand quietly, occasionally nodding in response to her questions.

The four of them tried to talk about light topics and avoid talking about the illness. The ward was filled with the warmth of family affection, which dispelled the smell of disinfectant and the haze brought by the disease.

Xitong looked at her grandmother's rare smile and prayed in her heart that a miracle would happen.

They stayed with her for a while until the nurse came in to give grandma medicine, and then Xitong and the other two stood up and said goodbye.

"Grandma, please cooperate with the treatment. We will come to see you next time."

Xitong gently tidied up the loose hair on her grandmother's forehead.

"Okay, okay, you guys go about your business and don't always worry about me." Grandma waved her hand, trying to maintain a relaxed tone.

After walking out of the ward and closing the door gently, Xitong's face was still showing worry when her grandmother's attending physician came over from the direction of the nurses' station with a serious look on his face.

"Miss Xi, please excuse me for a moment."

Xitong's heart suddenly tightened, and she had a bad feeling.

The doctor invited her to a nearby conversation room, closed the door, and spoke in a grave and direct tone, "Miss Xi, the old lady's recent test results are in. Although she appears to be in good spirits, the cervical cancer lesions are showing signs of resistance to the current chemotherapy regimen and are tending to infiltrate surrounding tissues."

He pointed to the shadowed area on the film. "Here, and here, we can see new abnormalities. The situation... isn't optimistic. We may need to adjust the treatment plan later, but the effectiveness is hard to guarantee."

He looked at Xitong's face, which had instantly lost its color, and spoke in a slower, more helpless tone, as a doctor. "What I mean is, while the old lady is still in good spirits and can still manage her pain, spend more time with her. You family members...must be mentally prepared for the worst."

The sunlight outside the corridor was still bright, but Xitong felt cold all over. The doctor's words were like a blunt knife, slowly and clearly cutting through the faint hope she had just built up.

She struggled to hold onto the wall, barely able to stand. Her throat was tight, and after a long moment, she managed to utter a few words with difficulty: "...I understand. Thank you for telling me the truth, doctor."

On the way back, Xitong lowered the window a little, letting the cool evening breeze blow on his face, trying to dispel the heaviness in his heart.

She still had a gentle smile on her face as she listened to Su Luyao chattering about interesting things, occasionally responding with a few words, and gently answering Xizhi's curious questions, as if the conversation in the hospital had never happened.

She couldn't pass this heavy pressure on to her optimistic best friend and young son, and she couldn't let her sensitive grandmother notice anything unusual and lose confidence in treatment.

It was not until they returned to the Yu Mansion that Su Luyao took Xizhi to the game room to play, and Xitong went straight back to her room.

Yu Sixie, who happened to have just arrived home, took off his suit jacket and casually put it on the armrest of the sofa. His eyes fell on Xi Tong, who was arranging books on the coffee table with her back to him.

Her movements were a little slow, and there was a barely perceptible tension in the lines of her shoulders.

He walked over, gently put his arms around her waist from behind, rested his chin on her neck, and said in a low voice: "What's wrong? Are you tired after visiting grandma today?"

Yu Sixie's sharpness caused Xitong's forced composure to show a crack in an instant.

She put down the book in her hand, relaxed her body slightly, and leaned into his warm embrace. After a moment of silence, she spoke softly and told him exactly what the doctor had said.

"...The doctor said the situation isn't good. It's become resistant to chemotherapy and may... have spread."

Xitong's voice trembled uncontrollably at the end. "Grandma seemed to be in good spirits today, even joking with us... I can't even imagine..."

Yu Sixie tightened his arms and held her tighter in his embrace.

He did not offer empty words of comfort, but told her clearly in a calm and resolute tone:

"Listen, Xiaoxi." His voice rang in her ears, carrying undeniable strength. "I have contacted the top experts at WSHK Cancer Center and will send all of Grandma's medical records and test results for a remote consultation. If necessary, we can immediately arrange for Grandma to go abroad for cutting-edge treatment."

He gently turned her body so that she was facing him, and looked deep into her red eyes. "Money, resources, the best doctors, these are not problems. We will do our best to give grandma the best treatment and strive for the most hope."

Raising his hand, Yu Sixie gently wiped the moisture that was about to overflow from the corners of Xitong's eyes with his fingertips. His tone slowed down, with a reassuring gentleness.

"What you need to do now is to spend more time with grandma, just like today, and make her happy. Leave the rest to me, and don't let your imagination run wild, okay?"

What a man promises is not empty words, but practical plans and strong support.

Xitong looked at the determined light in his eyes and felt the power in his words, and her confused and helpless heart finally calmed down.

She nodded vigorously, burying her face in his chest.

…

A few weeks later.

A business meeting with an important partner.

In the elegantly decorated conference room, Xue Ying was explaining the cooperation plan in a clear and organized manner. She behaved appropriately, smiled confidently, and controlled the rhythm of the whole meeting.

However, halfway through, an unexpected feeling of nausea suddenly rose up my throat.

Her face changed slightly, and she forced herself to suppress the nausea. She picked up the water cup beside her and took a sip, trying to ease the discomfort.

But this feeling did not disappear. Instead, in the following time, it came over me in waves, accompanied by the strong smell of cologne on the other party's person in charge.

She felt a fine layer of cold sweat on her forehead and her stomach was churning.

As soon as the meeting ended, she almost forced herself to maintain her composure and hurried to the bathroom. The moment she closed the door, she could no longer hold it in and violently retched into the toilet.

After vomiting, the girl leaned weakly against the cold cubicle board, her mind blank for a moment. Then, a terrible idea struck her mind like lightning!

My period...seems to be almost two weeks late.

Xue Ying suddenly recalled the chaotic, unprotected encounters they had had not long ago, in order to completely win over and control that still-useful idiot, Yu Ziche, before he was grounded...

My father's disgusting, mocking words echoed in my ears like a curse: "...Don't be like your useless mother and get yourself pregnant by someone else!"

A cold panic instantly gripped my heart! My hands involuntarily touched my flat belly, my fingertips trembling slightly.

It's over.

If it's true... this child will be a huge, ugly stain!

It’s the mark of shame left by that loser Yu Ziche!

However, this panic only lasted for a few extremely short seconds.

Xueying took a few deep breaths and forced herself to calm down. She walked to the sink and looked in the mirror. Her face was a little pale, but her eyes had regained their composure.

Don't panic.

It's still uncertain. Even if it were confirmed... she would never let anyone know, especially not the Yu family.

She quickly put on some makeup to cover up the abnormality on her face.

Looking in the mirror, she readjusted her expression, her lips curled into a professional, impeccable smile.

Now is not the time to deal with this issue. She has more important things to do.

The girl straightened her clothes, straightened her back, and walked out of the bathroom calmly as if nothing had happened, and re-entered the world of fame and fortune where she had to be cautious at every step.

But deep in his eyes, besides the original ambition, there was another layer of cold calculation that no one could see.