Vito Rosso was dealt with without any surprise.
Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue were filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow. They were happy that their trip to Boston was finally over.
The worrying thing is that Vito Rosso was clearly a pawn that had been squeezed dry and discarded, and his death does not mean the end of the crisis.
Ahead, undercurrents still surge and doubts abound.
They did not leave Boston immediately because Xiao Wujie fell seriously ill that night.
He suffered from high fever, pneumonia, and coughing up blood. He was in a coma for three days and three nights, and his condition remained unpredictable even after he woke up.
Chu Liyue and Lin Qingyi stayed by her side every step of the way, and even Ye Jinyu, who had been sent back to China, was urgently called back.
After nearly half a month of continuous effort, things finally started to improve.
Inside the villa, the gloom that had been building up due to Xiao Wujie's illness began to dissipate, giving way to a bright and vibrant atmosphere.
The sunlight outside the window is just right
Beside the round table in the living room, Lu Zhufeng held a deck of cards in his hand, his palms covering the cards as he bent and pulled, causing the cards to fly up and down with a light, crisp sound.
The King of Gamblers' Hand is incredibly powerful and sophisticated.
Unfortunately, he has the demeanor of a gambling king, but not his ability.
After the cards were dealt, not only did he become a peasant, but he also looked at his terrible hand, which was difficult to make into a straight or a full house, and sighed in frustration.
When her gaze fell upon Yun Mo, who was being held on Chu Wan's lap with her arms wrapped around his waist, and Leng Ruxue, who was leaning against Chu Nanfeng and overjoyed to be the host, she immediately felt incredibly jealous.
He casually flipped the playing cards he was holding face down on the table, nudged Ai Ruoman who was sitting next to him with her legs crossed, fiddling with her phone, and gestured towards Yun Mo and Leng Ruxue with his chin.
Ai Ruoman's face darkened. "Lu Zhufeng, look at your physique. Can't you make some reasonable requests?"
If you were like Young Master Xiao, I'd hold you in my arms every day and never put you down.
Lu Zhufeng chuckled, spread his legs, grabbed her waist and pressed her down onto one of his legs, his posture as unrestrained as a bandit king.
Held in his arms like this, Ai Ruoman blushed instantly and hurriedly straightened her clothes.
Ai Ruoman, who usually presents herself as intellectual and mature, unusually stared at him with shy eyes, which was quite charming.
Seeing this, Lu Zhufeng almost blurted out "charming little vixen".
He gently squeezed Ai Ruoman's waist with his large hand, picked up the cards he had been placing face down on the table, handed them to her, and smiled ingratiatingly:
"Hehe, honey, that pretentious girl has affected my math so much, you do it!"
Ai Ruoman's face immediately flushed with even more embarrassment and anger. "Who's your wife? Can you stop calling me that?"
A dangerous glint suddenly appeared in Lu Zhufeng's eyes. He silently leaned close to her ear, his voice low and threatening:
"Wife, you can't deny that you're my wife."
"Don't force your husband to punish you by making you cry and scream a thousand times every night."
As soon as she finished speaking, a blush spread across Ai Ruoman's face to the tips of her ears, and her eyes turned red with embarrassment. However, she ultimately did not utter a word to refute Lu Zhufeng.
Because she knew that Lu Zhufeng was capable of doing such a thing, and had actually done it before.
Yunmo pouted: "Ew~ Lao Lu, what shameful things are you saying now?"
Leng Ruxue chimed in, "Uncle, some things can't be said carelessly unless we can all hear them."
Unlike their playful antics, not far away, Xiao Wujie and Lin Qingyi sat elegantly facing each other at a tea table.
Lin Qingyi wore a sky-blue cheongsam, her black hair cascading down to her waist, exuding a gentle and captivating charm.
With slender, fair hands, she gently held the purple clay teapot, slightly bowing as clear tea flowed from the spout.
Amidst the swirling mist and pervasive fragrance, her delicate beauty shines even brighter, like a figure from a Jiangnan painting.
With his long fingers, Xiao Wujie picked up the delicate teacup and gently blew on it, his demeanor exuding an elegant charm that was pleasing to the eye.
She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips slightly, and couldn't help but sigh with a smile:
"Sister Qingyi's skills remain undiminished. Enjoying this fragrant tea in a foreign land has a unique flavor and charm."
With her eyebrows slightly lowered, Lin Qingyi smiled gently after taking a sip of her drink.
"Your body is not fully recovered and you still need to take a lot of medicine. Tea can counteract the effects of medicine, so it is best to drink it in moderation."
Seeing Xiao Wujie's calm and unconcerned demeanor, Lin Qingyi's eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement:
"Be careful, or Sister Chu will find out and punish you. You'll probably be whining and complaining again."
Xiao Wujie, who was sipping his tea, paused upon hearing this, nearly choking on his tea.
A blush rose on his fair, handsome face, and he glared at Lin Qingyi with a hint of annoyance.
What does "humming and whining" mean?
Was his whining that obvious?
However, after hearing her say that, Xiao Wujie glanced upstairs with a slightly guilty feeling.
He was seriously ill a few days ago. Although his sister doted on him, she also kept a close eye on him. If he hadn't fought so hard, he probably wouldn't have even been allowed to go to the toilet by himself.
Fortunately, Chu Liyue should be discussing his surgery with Ye Jinyu right now and doesn't have time to deal with him.
Normally it would be fine, but these two days are important, he has major plans, and he can't let his sister deal with him for the time being.
He breathed a sigh of relief and then turned to look back at Lin Qingyi. She was still as beautiful and gentle as ever, with a smile on her lips, but he could clearly sense some changes in her.
The change is not apparent in appearance, but rather manifests in every gesture, every smile, like the sky after a storm, clear and blue, a vast expanse of sunshine.
Almost imperceptibly, a slight smile played on his lips. He put down his teacup, looked at Lin Qingyi earnestly and gently, and spoke in a warm and sincere voice:
"The thick clouds have dispersed, and the long night has been brightened."
"Sister Qingyi, congratulations on welcoming your new life."
Lin Qingyi looked up at him, her gaze as clear as a still lake, rippling gently. After a moment, she nodded slightly but did not reply.
actually……
She was in Yancheng, and her attempt to destroy herself failed. The day she opened her eyes, she was reborn.
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