Chapter 15: Is Your Sister Ill?

“No need, I’m heading down the mountain now.” Wen Ying had no interest in lingering here and being a nuisance.

Just as she moved, a warm hand grasped her wrist. She met Lu Jinchuan’s indifferent gaze. “Stay here, and I’ll switch rooms.”

Wen Ying frowned, about to pull her hand free.

Lu Jinchuan had already released her, deliberately putting some distance between them. “If you leave now, it’ll be hard to explain to Grandma.”

Wen Ying understood his meaning, disbelief flickering across her face. “You want me to cover for you and Su Nian?”

To make it easier for him to explain to the old lady?

What exactly did he take her for?

Lu Jinchuan fixed his gaze on her, adjusting his cufflinks. “If you hadn’t come, there wouldn’t be this trouble.”

A sudden wave of suffocation bloomed in Wen Ying’s chest.

So, he meant it was her own fault?

She pressed her lips into a thin line and made a condition. “Fine, but my resignation has to be approved immediately.”

Lu Jinchuan’s deep eyes narrowed slightly; a subtle smile tugged at his lips. “Agreed.”

Wen Ying wasn’t sure what that smile meant.

She turned and went straight back to her room.

As for running into those two—

No wonder Lu Jinchuan hadn’t told her about coming to Qingxu Mountain; turns out he wanted to bring Su Nian here on a date.

Had she known that, how could she have willingly come?

Wen Ying rubbed her temples. Though she tried not to care, the irritation was unavoidable.

She tidied up the clothes in her suitcase.

She checked the recreational activities offered by the guesthouse and found the stables, where staff led the horses—quite interesting.

Wen Ying headed straight to the stables.

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Just as she arrived, a woman’s coquettish voice rang out: “Zhou Yu! Don’t tease me! Are you a scoundrel or not?”

“Horseplay again, and now you blame me?” The man’s tone was lazy, a mix of mischievous and roguish.

Wen Ying’s steps froze.

Her gaze blurred as she looked over to see a man and woman riding a horse together; the man held the reins with one hand and tilted the woman’s chin with the other, kissing her.

Perhaps her stare was too obvious—Zhou Yu glanced sideways at her, his eyes darkening as he frowned instinctively.

It seemed he didn’t want to disturb their affectionate teasing.

Wen Ying’s pride was wounded by that look.

She was used to being protected by Zhou Yu for over a decade, treated as his sole treasure, never once spoken to harshly.

He had given her so many years of love and was the first man she ever liked.

So, when Zhou Yu got into trouble three years ago, she agreed to marry Lu Jinchuan in exchange for a reduction in Zhou Yu’s sentence, hoping he could get out sooner.

Even though she had let go of the past, he was still her most important family member, yet now he was so cold and impatient...

What was real anymore?

Lu Jinchuan had been with her for three years, yet she could never win his heart.

But Zhou Yu?

He had clearly loved her so deeply.

When love fades, does family affection also sour?

Wen Ying didn’t greet them and intended to leave.

Jiang Qian saw her. “Wen Ying? You’re here too? Come on, join us for a meal. My friend Su Nian and her boyfriend are here as well.”

Wen Ying was momentarily surprised.

Jiang Qian actually knew Su Nian.

Then Zhou Yu must already know how miserable her marriage was.

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But no one cared about the fate of Lu Jinchuan’s wife.

“No thanks, I’ve already eaten.” Her mood suddenly darkened, and she turned to walk away.

Jiang Qian glanced at Wen Ying again and nudged Zhou Yu. “Your sister looks unwell. Is she sick? Why don’t you check on her?”

Zhou Yu barely reacted. “She’s grown up; she’s not going to die. Why be so delicate?”

“Why are you so indifferent toward her?” Jiang Qian was puzzled.

Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow and smiled. “She’s just an ordinary sister. I was in prison for three years, and only you and Roy came to visit me. Do you think I don’t know who I should care about?”

Jiang Qian blushed deeply. “At least you have a conscience…”

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Wen Ying didn’t leave her room again.

No matter which couple she encountered, she felt uneasy.

She was the wife, the sister—once the closest person to those two men—now completely excluded.

Why bring trouble upon herself?

She didn’t want to care anymore. After browsing a foreign drone forum for two hours and taking medicine, she slept until dawn.

She planned to descend the mountain today.

At eight in the morning, she opened the door and stepped out.

Across the hall, the suite door opened.

Lu Jinchuan and Su Nian walked out together...