The Pampered Little Calamity is Actually a Master of Metaphysics

Having narrowly escaped death, she returned to the Imperial Capital only to discover her true identity. The Jiang family used her up and then abandoned her, yet they came looking for her again to d...

Chapter 191 The dead are gone, but the living can still live on.

Soon, Si Jinyan began her freshman year of college.

She bought an apartment near Imperial University.

Because she also had to handle matters related to the Taoist sect on weekdays, she applied for off-campus housing.

With Tong Yuhai involved, her application process was quite easy.

Xiao Luoan asked Shen Zhi to buy furniture and decorated the house to be very warm and comfortable.

She had a very pleasant first week of school.

Especially after the students majoring in folklore learned that she was the leader of the Taoist sect, they all admired her greatly.

People who apply for this major are all connected to the system.

Otherwise, who in their right mind would learn this?

Tong Yuhai said that after this semester ends, he will take a winter break to study and conduct field research to learn about those little-known customs and habits.

Regarding the chemical plant case, the final verdict has been delivered.

Only after the Taoist sect persisted in its mediation did the higher-ups decide to impose a severe sentence.

Nie Haiming, the Minister of State Security who was involved in the case, donated all of his family's assets before the incident affected him.

That's how he escaped death.

It was a stroke of luck.

The murderer who killed Jiang Feng was also caught; it was the police officer who was guarding him.

Lu Ze bribed this person behind the scenes, which allowed the police officer to secretly turn off the camera in the middle of the night and go to kill Jiang Feng.

The real culprit has been brought to justice, which can be considered as giving Jiang Feng some closure.

Si Jinyan also received a funeral invitation.

Si Jinyan had just finished class when the invitation arrived.

It was delivered personally by Jiang Xiuye.

Jiang Xiuye ​​is a man of both good looks and talent.

He was tall and slender with a cool and aloof demeanor.

He stands out on campus.

Especially his suit and tie, which made him stand out from the students coming and going around him.

It has a kind of "crane stands out from the crowd" feel to it.

He stood quietly beneath the law school's teaching building.

It was quite a while before Si Jinyan finally came out.

"Little sister!"

Si Jinyan was not surprised to see him.

"What's up?"

She was holding two books in her hands and wearing a pure, pale yellow dress.

Her face had a soft glow, and her figure was graceful.

She's a striking presence wherever she goes.

The two of them standing here are really blocking the way.

A large group of students had already gathered around to watch the spectacle.

The fact that Jiang Xiuye, a working adult, is involved with a college student is bound to make people speculate.

Moreover, ordinary people cannot get into Imperial University.

Those who can get in are all wealthy, powerful, influential, and prominent.

"Saturday is Dad's funeral."

He took out the black invitation card from his hand.

His phoenix eyes flickered slightly, his gaze carrying a hint of tension.

His thin lips were pressed tightly together, and his slender fingers gripped the black invitation card tightly.

Si Jinyan looked at the black invitation card and hesitated.

Emotionally, she had no feelings for Jiang Feng.

Logically speaking, she is Jiang Feng's biological daughter.

They have a blood relationship that is thicker than water.

Perhaps sensing her dilemma, Jiang Xiuye ​​let out a sigh of relief.

He said, "I really have no reason to force you to participate, but I just thought I should let you know."

"You don't need to make things difficult for yourself. If you don't want to come, then you don't have to."

Things from the past don't just disappear just because you say they're over.

Those things have taken root, they've been firmly planted in my heart.

It was only at this point that he began to truly understand Si Jinyan.

If, earlier, a little bit of the kindness shown to Jiang Caiyun could have been shared with Si Jinyan, perhaps their relationship wouldn't have become so strained.

Seeing that Si Jinyan had not spoken for a long time, Jiang Xiuye ​​had no choice but to take back the invitation he was holding.

With a slightly bitter smile, he said, "Then I'll be going now."

The dejected figure slowly walked away.

Si Jinyan remained silent throughout.

She didn't have much to say.

When Xiao Luoan got home, she found him cooking.

She changed her shoes with practiced ease and went to the kitchen.

"Young Master Xiao can cook?"

“I’ve been studying it recently.”

He was wearing an apron, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his forearms.

With each movement of his hands, the muscle lines on his forearm became very clear.

The white shirt looked as if it had been tailor-made for him.

The apron tied around his waist accentuated his narrow waist.

Such beauty before one's eyes is enough to make one's heart flutter.

Si Jinyan reached out and wrapped her arms around his lean waist.

"Do you think I should attend Jiang Feng's funeral?"

How could I not be bothered by this?

It was like a thorn stuck in her heart.

Xiao Luoan was stir-frying the vegetables in the pan; some people even stir-fry vegetables with elegance.

Have you truly let go of the past?

"If you feel that these things are still harmful to you, then don't go."

"If you feel that those things are in the past and you no longer care, then go ahead."

Xiao Luoan didn't just say "Do as you please".

It was obvious that Si Jinyan was conflicted at this moment.

It's hard to make a choice.

Si Jinyan's heart trembled slightly upon hearing Xiao Luoan's words.

She couldn't help but tighten her arms around his waist.

"Thank you."

"Actually, I have already let go of it. I have more important people to cherish now, including you, my master, my fellow disciples, and Wan Ting and Qing Qing."

"My heart is already filled with many people who love me and whom I love."

Since I can no longer contain my hatred for them, then I'll go.

The dead are gone, but the living can still live on.

Everything Jiang Feng did has vanished with his death.

"Okay, then go ahead, I'll go with you."

Xiao Luoan turned off the fire and placed his large hand over her small, porcelain-like hands.

I patted it gently.

"Wash your hands before eating."

He spoke in a deep, gentle voice.

Si Jinyan pressed against his back, "It's so good to have you here."

Only then did she reluctantly release his waist and go to the sink to wash her hands.

Some people are so smart that they can do everything perfectly.

"Your cooking is really delicious, you're very talented."

Si Jinyan transformed into a master of praise, praising others while eating.

"Then I'll cook for you for the rest of my life."

Xiao Luoan placed a piece of beef into her bowl, and affection unconsciously spread throughout her.

"Then I'll wash the dishes!"

Si Jinyan said happily.

Saturday was a gloomy day.

It seemed as if resentment was lurking within.

A light drizzle began to fall shortly afterward.

When the Jiang family fell into poverty, many families that had previously been on good terms with them stopped having contact with them.

Only a few close friends came to pay their respects.

Jiang Xiuyu stood at the door, looking somewhat disappointed.

"My little sister still didn't come."