They used underhanded tactics, both overt and covert, to torment a perfectly good person into such a miserable state.
Perhaps all those seemingly caring words she says are actually part of a scheme.
How could someone so vicious dare to feign innocence in front of Luo Bao? It's utterly despicable!
Upon hearing this, the air in the room instantly froze, as if shrouded in an invisible frost.
Everyone was struck dumb, stunned and frozen in place, their eyes filled with disbelief, as if time itself had stopped at that moment.
Luo Qi'an's gaze instantly turned icy cold, like two drawn blades, carrying a chilling aura.
Almost the instant he finished speaking, he swiftly and decisively stood in front of his eldest daughter, protecting her firmly behind him.
It was as if he wanted to use his own body to build an indestructible barrier for her.
He pressed his lips together tightly, his thin lips forming a cold, straight line, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.
He stared blankly at Madam Luo, whose face was as pale as paper, exuding a chilling aura.
His chest heaved violently, each breath seeming to suppress endless rage.
Every muscle was taut, like a volcano about to erupt, suppressing his inner anger and shock.
That look seemed to be questioning the truth behind this farce, or perhaps waiting for a reasonable explanation.
Luo Shuyu and Luo Yurou, whose acupoints were sealed and who could not move, were furious.
Luo Shuyu clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the veins on his arms bulging slightly.
Those clenched fists looked as if they were about to be thrown out at any moment to vent the anger in their hearts.
Luo Yuru's eyes were red-rimmed, tears welling up but stubbornly refusing to fall. Her eyes held not only anger but also a hint of resentment and grievance.
Their eyes seemed to spit fire as they stared intently in Qin Qianluo's direction, their gazes seeming to want to devour her alive.
Their bodies trembled slightly with anger. They wanted to rush forward but could not break free of their restraints, and could only let out a few muffled groans of resentment.
The muffled groan was filled with helplessness and anger, venting the dissatisfaction in his heart.
Seeing the tense scene, the servant secretly patted his chest, still shaken.
He secretly rejoiced: "Luckily I reacted quickly, otherwise if these two young masters had started making a scene, things would have been completely out of control."
His eyes darted back and forth among the crowd, like a startled rabbit cautiously observing the situation, afraid of getting caught up in the conflict.
His back was already soaked with sweat, which clung to his clothes, making him feel a chill. His forehead was also covered with fine beads of sweat.
He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, but dared not make too much noise.
Madam Luo's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.
She lowered her head helplessly, putting on a heartbroken expression, her shoulders trembling slightly, and let out a few suppressed sobs.
He appears to be grieving for his eldest daughter's plight, but anyone who doesn't know the truth would surely feel pity for him.
Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, her fingertips turning white from the force, and her body trembled slightly, whether from fear or anger, it was hard to tell.
However, the moment she lowered her head, a flash of resentment crossed her eyes.
His gaze was like that of a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, cold and deadly, as if he wanted to pounce on her immediately and kill Qin Qianluo with his own hands.
Her heart was filled with resentment at Qin Qianluo's meddling, as if Qin Qianluo's appearance had shattered all the illusions she had carefully maintained for many years.
This could render all her years of pretense and scheming futile.
She secretly pondered how to salvage the out-of-control situation and how to extricate herself from this precarious predicament.
Luo Yuning's expression was indifferent, as if she were surrounded by a layer of frost that kept people at a distance.
For a long time, she had been used to burying her true emotions deep in her heart, whether it was sadness, grievance, or helplessness.
She swallowed them all silently, turning them into deep, unhealable wounds in her heart.
She always kept to herself, like a lone goose separated from its flock, flitting about in this seemingly prosperous yet cold mansion.
At this moment, watching her father stand in front of her without hesitation, his cold and stern back like a majestic mountain, firmly sheltering her from the wind and rain.
In an instant, a ripple stirred in her still heart, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
That was hope that had been dormant in the darkness for a long time, finally breaking through the soil.
This glimmer of light, though as faint as a bean, illuminated a small, desolate corner deep within her heart.
Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she wanted to grasp this hard-won warmth, but years of habit made her quickly pull her hand back and hide it in her wide sleeves.
However, this glimmer of light was fleeting. In an instant, all the disappointments and helplessness of those long years surged into my heart like a tide.
She recalled countless nights she silently shed tears, and whenever she mustered the courage to confide in someone, she was always met with a cold response or a harsh rebuke.
All those unspoken grievances and ignored pains surfaced like ghosts at this moment.
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