I used to live for the sake of the heavens, but after suffering enough these past years, that reason now seems absurd and far-fetched.
But if you are the Heavenly Ruler, then protecting the world becomes a matter of course.
Si Jin didn't say these words, but simply kissed Yu Linyuan's lips lightly. He had always wanted to thank A Yuan for bringing him back to the altar.
"Master, I love you."
Suddenly, a voice that only Si Jin could hear came from the void: "My master should be a god who is high above and revered by all."
"It's not because of anything I did, but because you deserve it."
I haven't heard the voice of the real person in a long time, and I miss it terribly.
Seeing the person in his arms with red eyes, Yu Linyuan immediately lowered his head and kissed the corner of his eye: "Don't be like this. If you keep doing this, I'll just secretly pray for you from now on and won't tell you anymore."
"That won't do." Si Jin squeezed his hand, her tone carrying a warning: "Tell me, let me know."
You do more than you say; at least let me know some of it.
… …
Entering the temple from beside the Bodhi tree, Yu Linyuan led Si Jin to see the scriptures he usually copied.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xuanxuan, having just recovered a little, stormed into Yu's father's villa: "What kind of mess did you make? Yu Sijin is your son and he's injured like this, you're such a useless piece of trash!"
Yu's father was also angry: "If you keep cursing, do you believe I'll tell everyone that you're not my daughter?"
“Go ahead and tell me,” Jiang Xuanxuan said with a sinister look in her eyes. “Do you know why I dare to tell you this? Because if it were your biological daughter, she would never acknowledge you as her good-for-nothing father. Yu Zhiyin tells everyone that her parents are both dead.”
"So, old man, let me tell you!" Jiang Xuanxuan said bluntly, "We're in this together now. You have to help me drive that heartless man crazy, otherwise, if he recovers, none of us will be happy!"
Jiang Xuanxuan wanted to kill Si Jin not only because of hatred, but also because of Yu Linyuan.
Who wouldn't like the world's number one big shot, especially one who's still in his prime single age? Yu Sijin is dead, and the one she's inhabiting, Yu Zhiyin, has a face that looks a bit like Yu Sijin's.
When the time comes, she can "comfort" the old man who is drowning his sorrows in alcohol, and then become the legitimate wife.
Want all the riches and glory? You don't have them?
What do you want to do?
Jiang Xuanxuan smiled, leaned close to Yu's father's ear, and whispered the plan.
To his astonishment, Yu's father's pupils dilated and his lips turned several shades white.
"No way!" Mr. Yu firmly objected: "Although my wife is dead, most of her property was left to her daughter. I don't have much. How dare I contact her side of the family to hold a family reunion banquet for you?"
"Why don't you understand?" Jiang Xuanxuan advised, "Your rich wife is dead, and her daughter has gone abroad. How could she possibly have any say in your affairs?"
"I just need you to gather some reporters and celebrities for me to make me famous."
"Besides, I wrote a piano piece that I haven't released yet. I'm a composer too. Aren't you proud to be related to me?"
Jiang Xuanxuan continued to relentlessly tug at Yu's father: "Just say that when you and I were separated, it was all because of Yu Sijin's mess. Then bribe a doctor to say that he has a mental illness. When everyone knows, once the reporters report it, the public opinion will be overwhelming. How can you not be angry enough to kill that heart disease?"
Anyway, she stole the piano piece from Yu Zhiyin, so it has nothing to do with Yu Sijin. Now that there's a doctor's certificate, it's sure to crush this sickly girl.
At that time, both the reputation and Yu Linyuan will belong to Jiang Xuanxuan.
So, half a month later, a large-scale family reunion banquet was held at the Grand Banquet Hotel, which was owned by Si Jin.
As the organizer, Yu's father, relying on the rich woman's connections and money, happily brought Jiang Xuanxuan to meet her relatives.
"Everyone, this is my daughter who has been separated from me for many years. She has finally come home today." The old man stood on the high platform and cried: "When we were little, if Yu Sijin hadn't had mental problems and kept causing trouble for Ayin, Ayin and I wouldn't have been separated for so many years."
Strangely, despite Yu's father's energetic performance, not a single person in the audience bought into it. They all looked at him like he was a clown, and the atmosphere was very quiet.
This made Mr. Yu somewhat embarrassed, and even caused him to begin to feel a vague sense of worry.
What... is going on?
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