novelraw Chapter 1404 - 277: Lofty as Mountains, Lowly as Dust
Chapter 1404 - 277: Lofty as Mountains, Lowly as Dust
The two of them listened to each other’s breathing; his warm breath brushed against the top of her head, tickling her slightly. Her hand beneath her sleeve clenched into a tight fist.
Unintentionally raising her head, her forehead was almost touching his chin. From her angle, she could see his high nose bridge and those thick, long eyelashes.
She was fascinated, and his gentle voice rang in her ear: "Huahua, in the future, you must take care of yourself. Even if she is your mother, she shouldn’t just hit you..." As he spoke, he lowered his head to look at her, and unintentionally... his lips brushed against her forehead. His lips were cool, while her forehead was burning hot. In that moment, a current seemed to flow through both their bodies, and a strange and unfamiliar feeling slowly flowed within them.
The girl’s cheeks instantly turned crimson, making her delicate features look even more stunning like blossoming flowers.
Yan Nanfeng was momentarily stunned, then his ears quietly turned red. He coughed, averted his gaze, and slowly withdrew his hand: "That’s enough." His voice carried a hint of awkwardness.
Yan Hua hurriedly jumped off the bed, her heart racing like a drum. She turned around, running off like a rabbit.
Yan Nanfeng absent-mindedly touched his lips. The sensation from that moment was so wonderful...
He immediately cursed himself for having beastly thoughts. How could he entertain such an idea? She was his own niece...
Yan Hua ran into the courtyard, one hand on her chest, gasping for air. She knew her feelings were not normal, but she couldn’t help herself. What should she do? What could she do?
Master Huiming, please tell me what I should do?
Between them was not only the forbidden boundary of familial bonds but also the distance of life and death. These weighed heavily on her heart like a mountain of despair pressing down on her like a fog. The mist before her was dense, and she couldn’t see the way back...
The account book was personally delivered by Aunt Cui. Yin Suhua began to look through it forcefully, but the further she went, the darker her expression became. Finally, she slammed it hard on the floor: "What is this? Is this how Lu Yuke manages the household? Deficit after deficit—it’s all losses! So Lu Yuke swindled all the money and left me an empty shell, expecting me to cover the expenses every month. Lu Yuke really knows how to play her cards well."
Yin Suhua was infuriated, clearly it was a hot potato. She had been too eager to snatch it from Meng Shujing’s hands; she felt like a fool.
Aunt Cui said softly, "Third Mistress, you’ve got it wrong. Over the years, the Yan Family has been running in deficit. The legacy left by the ancestors has mostly been depleted. Each branch can barely provide enough annually; which aspect of the Yan Family doesn’t require upkeep? It’s only been maintained because the First Mistress has been putting in her own money to cover the basic expenses." Aunt Cui said discontentedly.
Yin Suhua laughed bitterly: "Are you saying I’ve wronged Lu Yuke? If there’s no money, why put on airs? Why are there so many idle servants at home doing nothing? I think Lu Yuke used these people to launder money. Who knows how much she embezzled?"
Yin Suhua wanted to slap herself, but it was too late to say anything now. She called someone to fetch Meng Shujing, who had been so eager to gain control of the household, "Fine, I’ll hand this hot potato over to you."
However, the person sent reported back that Meng Shujing had just left with Yan Xing, carrying luggage, seemingly going on a long trip.
"Call her."
"Her phone is off."
Yin Suhua, enraged, threw all the teacups at hand, "Lu Yuke, Meng Shujing, you two really are a pair, conspiring together to trick me."
Looking at the account book in her hand, Yin Suhua’s vision went black for a moment.
Thinking about how furious Yin Suhua would become, Yun Ya couldn’t help but laugh. Finally, the bitterness was released. Indeed, the Yan Family had been all show with no substance for years, quietly declining. Without the second branch, the rest couldn’t uphold such a vast family estate. The money Lu Yuke embezzled was all used to buy precious medicine to keep Yan Nanfeng alive. So now, the Yan Family was just an empty shell.
All the lengths Yin Suhua went to gain control of the household, she must regret it now. Unfortunately, no one dared to take on this hot potato. Yun Ya could guess Yin Suhua’s next steps, and sure enough, by noon, news came that Yin Suhua had fallen ill. Upon hearing this, Zhuang Xiyue couldn’t help but laugh: "This Third Aunt does love her pointless schemes."
Yun Ya chuckled, "Third Mistress is a smart person."
"If she’s smart, then there aren’t smart people in this world; everyone is no fool."