While everyone was harboring their own ulterior motives, Yu Nian looked at a man standing in the crowd. "Aren't you a surgeon? Come and take a look at where Mr. Zhao is injured."
The man was stunned for a moment and instinctively walked up to Zhao Rujin. It was not until he was examining him that he suddenly came to his senses. He looked at Yu Nian in astonishment. How did she know that he was a surgeon?
Ten minutes later, the man cast a complicated look at Yu Nian and said to the Zhao family, "There's no need to call the police. Zhao Rujin isn't injured at all."
"What? How is that possible?"
They clearly heard Zhao Rujin's shrill scream and the crisp sound coming from his wrist. How could he be completely unharmed in the blink of an eye?
But seeing that Zhao Rujin could move his wrist freely at the moment, they couldn't say anything more. They could only glare at Yu Nian angrily.
Yu Nian gave a soft laugh. She had indeed broken Zhao Rujin's wrist just now, but with a clever twist, she had secretly set it back in place.
Just as the matter was supposed to come to an end, a soft, sobbing voice drifted over.
"Sister, it's all my fault. I'm willing to give up anything to you. Please stop making things difficult for Mom, Dad, and Brother Rujin."
Yu Qinghe, wearing a white dress, walked forward slowly. She had an innocent-looking face, and her black hair cascaded down to her waist. Her eyes were red, as if she was trying hard to hold back her grievances.
Just as she was about to reach Yu Nian, she suddenly let out a scream and staggered forward. Ming Mingzhong, who was caught off guard, quickly reached out and supported Yu Qinghe.
He Zhiping noticed that Yu Qinghe's lips were a bit pale. But after a closer look, he was so angry that he laughed.
Although Yu Qinghe seemed to be attending the funeral with a natural look, in fact, she was wearing foundation, blush, and false eyelashes.
Yu Qinghe looked up in surprise. When their eyes met, she tilted her head cutely. Leaning against Ming Mingzhong as if she had no weight, she gave a shy and bright smile. "Thank you, Taoist brother."
He Zhiping watched all this and felt more nauseous than if he had eaten a fly.
The word "brother" gave Ming Mingzhong goosebumps. Although Yu Qinghe in front of him looked beautiful and innocent, he somehow associated her with a plant called dodder flower.
It seemed to be a delicate and helpless little white flower, but in fact, it was a ruthless killer vine.
Ming Mingzhong was startled by his own imagination. He pushed Yu Qinghe away as if he was running away and hid behind Yu Nian.
Yu Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and then a flash of hatred passed through her eyes.
Since Yu Nian entered the door, she had noticed He Zhiping and Ming Mingzhong following behind her.
Yu Qinghe didn't understand what was so special about Yu Nian that these two people were like her followers, always protecting her.
What Yu Nian had, she must have too! If not, she would snatch the people away from Yu Nian! So she pretended to fall, just to catch He Zhiping and Ming Mingzhong's attention. Any normal man would surely feel pity for her vulnerable appearance.
But the fact proved that she miscalculated.
Two idiots! Yu Qinghe concealed her fluctuating emotions and timidly looked at Yu Nian. "Sister, I don't know if I should say something or not."
Yu Nian looked at the girl in front of her leisurely. Although she looked kind, she couldn't hide the ambition and probing in her eyes. So she laughed softly. "Then don't say it."
Yu Qinghe was taken aback and secretly cursed Yu Nian for not playing by the rules. She forced a smile, bit her lower lip as if she was extremely embarrassed, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I know you've always been brooding over Mom and Dad's neglect of you. I don't want to see our family in such an embarrassing situation. Qinghe is willing to leave the Yu family as long as you're happy..."
When Yu Qinghe said this, she choked with sobs. Her pitiful appearance made many young gentlemen of the same generation feel heartache. They turned their heads and stared at Yu Nian with disgust.
"Such unreasonable behavior. No wonder she's not favored by the Yu family."
"Yu Nian, don't push things too far. Qinghe is your younger sister after all."
Yan Yuhua watched her daughter, who she had raised since childhood, being so wronged. She rushed forward and protected Yu Qinghe behind her. She shouted at Yu Nian, "Compared with Qinghe, you're really far inferior!"
After saying that, she turned around and hugged Yu Qinghe to comfort her. "Baby, don't worry. No matter whether she comes back or not, you'll always be Mom and Dad's favorite daughter."
Yu Qihuai looked at Yu Nian coldly and said nothing. He didn't like this tough and showy child from the bottom of his heart. Now he just hoped that she would see the situation clearly earlier, transfer her shares, and quietly be a vase.
Looking at the scene of motherly love and filial piety in front of her, Yu Nian raised her eyebrows slightly. She thought it was a pity that Yu Qinghe didn't go into direct sales. She could turn abandonment into neglect and easily stir up people's emotions.
But Yu Nian was too lazy to care. The hearts of the Yu couple were always biased. Who could wake up a person pretending to be asleep?
She came here to catch a ghost. These deep - house grudges were just a joke to her. The reason she had been dealing with them for so long was just to vent the original owner's anger.
How could a person who had seen the stars and the sea be obsessed with a little fluorescence?
Yu Nian glanced at them indifferently and then turned around to leave.
The words that Yu Qinghe hadn't said yet were stuck in her throat. She suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, as if everything she had done just now was just a performance of a clown.
Unwillingness burst out in an instant.
"You can't leave!" Yu Qinghe rushed forward suddenly. When she grabbed Yu Nian's arm, she was startled. Why was Yu Nian's body temperature so cold?
Yu Nian turned around and looked at Yu Qinghe, who was being unreasonable. She had noticed something wrong with her body since just now.
She didn't know if it was because she had consumed too much spiritual energy recently or because this mansion was too strange, but her body temperature was dropping rapidly.
"Don't block my way." Yu Nian stared into Yu Qinghe's eyes.
Yu Qinghe suddenly felt a little scared. Yu Nian's eyes were very calm, but they emitted a strong sense of coldness. The person in front of her didn't seem to be a young girl in her twenties, but a powerful soul formed after a long time and countless life - and - death battles.
"You..." Yu Qinghe was so scared that she stood there stiffly.
When everyone was at a loss, a gentle hand covered Yu Nian's cold wrist. Feng Chengyuan pried Yu Qinghe's hand off. "Don't touch her."
The unique faint fragrance on Feng Chengyuan's body wafted over. Yu Nian was rarely in a daze for a moment. She slowly turned her head and met a pair of extremely cold peach - blossom eyes.
Feng Chengyuan looked at Yu Nian's somewhat dazed expression and frowned deeply. Could it be that she was really angered by the Yu family?
His face darkened. After letting go of Yu Nian's wrist, he walked in the direction of Yu Qihuai.
But just as he took a step, he felt his sleeve being gently tugged.
Feng Chengyuan stopped in his tracks. Looking at Yu Nian's fair hand on his black sleeve, Feng Chengyuan, who had been dominant in business negotiations for many years, was a bit slow for a moment. "… Yu Nian?"