Her brother was also wicked and charming. She had never really liked that word, but at this moment, she felt that no other description could capture Ah Ye's essence.

"Feeling better now?" Aye suddenly asked.

"ah?"

"Aren't you scared anymore?" Aya asked coldly.

He was so passionate just now, but now he's so cold. He's truly wicked and aloof.

Nangong Xiang thought aimlessly, feeling that she had been led astray by her burden.

She never used to overthink things.

“You’ve been troubled lately, and you’re very scared.” A-Ye patted her head and said gently, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

Such a simple sentence suddenly brought tears to Nangong Xiang's eyes.

No one ever told her not to be afraid, because he was there for her.

She buried her head in A-Ye's arms, let out a soft sob, but felt that she really wasn't afraid of anything.

"I never expected Uncle Ye to be so astonishing when he finally speaks." Ah Ye was holding the girl who was sobbing peacefully in his arms when he heard two unlucky kids whispering outside the car door. His face darkened, and he wanted to get out of the car and beat the two of them, but Nangong Xiang grabbed his waist.

After a difficult choice between Nangong Xiang's feelings and the urge to punish the two mischievous children, the assassin decided to keep it in mind and retaliate later, remaining unmoved. However, it seemed that his inaction was very relaxing. The little girl with a beautiful face but a heart as black as oil suddenly exclaimed, "Do you know how long Uncle Ye kissed you this time?"

"At least ten minutes."

"Fifteen minutes, that must have been really tiring."

Ah Ye continued to wear a dark expression, silently enduring the pain.

"A true master doesn't reveal their abilities," the boy continued to remark.

"It's so touching! I recorded it all. I'll show it to Grandpa later and cheer him up," the girl chattered on.

Mr. Killer... Mr. Killer really couldn't take it anymore. He suddenly turned his head, his gaze like a sword.

The two little rascals ran off hand in hand, laughing and joking.

Nangong Xiang didn't feel ashamed at all. After all, they were already officially recognized as a couple. Besides, she and Shen Wangshu were barely friends, so of course she wanted Shen Wangshu to see her happiness.

However, Uncle Ye was a shy person, and he was so angry that his face turned black.

Having barely escaped the murderous aura of the top assassin, Shen Wangshu and Dongfang Xuan happily played around in various places, just like real teenagers their age.

Perhaps happy days always fly by, because Shen Wangshu felt she woke up smiling every morning, but when she was with Dongfang Xuan, it was dark in the blink of an eye. She felt so happy, almost like she was dreaming, but in Si Xin's heart, it felt like she was in deep hell. Her days were incredibly difficult.

The news of Nangong Yao promoting a female celebrity caused a huge uproar. Anyone with a newspaper could see Nangong Yao's charming and handsome face.

And his new favorite.

Si Xin heard that he bought a luxury house and jewelry for his new favorite, and took her to high-society events.

But he abandoned himself in the old house and ignored everything.

That new favorite clearly only seems to be a fake innocence.

The new favorite is somewhat similar to her. Si Xin couldn't understand why Nangong Yao would favor that inferior one instead of favoring her, the rightful owner.

She was willing to dedicate everything to this man.

But Nangong Yao wouldn't give her that chance. He ruthlessly doted on other women, leaving her out in the cold. She had abandoned everything—her mother, her sister—all for this man. But why did this man treat her with such disdain?

Without his love, Si Xin felt her life had no meaning, and she didn't even know what the purpose of living was. Moreover, she now realized the real difference between the Nangong family with her mother present and without her. Even though Si Jiali didn't hold much of a place in the hearts of the Nangong family servants, she was still respected to some extent.

She was not mistreated.

But now... when Nangong Yao is not at home, even the meals are perfunctory, and when the servants' gossip and mockery of her behind her back reaches her ears without restraint, and even covering it up feels like too much trouble, she feels really pathetic.

No one dared to slight Alice, because she was the first woman to enter the house while heavily pregnant.

Ai Li, who was pregnant with Nangong Yao's child, was not the first, but she was the first woman who was not sent to the hospital for surgery and instead stayed in the old house.

She was living a very comfortable life and didn't care much whether Nangong Yao would come back.

But Sixin would linger by her door every day, staring longingly outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man she loved.

She waited and waited, from day to night, waiting every single day, until she became haggard, and finally her lover returned.

In the dead of night, the villa was completely silent. Si Xin tossed and turned in her room when she heard what sounded like a man's voice coming from inside. The voice was so familiar; Si Xin dreamed about it every night. Hearing it, she couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. She hurriedly rushed out of her room, wearing only a white cotton nightgown. She saw Nangong Yao, drunk and being supported by two servants, staggering towards her room with a dazed look in his eyes. As he passed the stairs, she heard a timid call.

“Brother Yao.”

The thin and frail girl, dressed uneasily in her pajamas, looked at him with a pure and innocent expression.

That beautiful, fair face left Nangong Yao completely bewildered.

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