Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 811 The House is on Fire?

She doesn’t ask her to do anything, just as long as she gets along well with Nangong Jin and gives birth to a bunch of fair and chubby children, that would be enough.

But now it seems, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Such a beautiful girl, she feels a bit too cruel to "harm" her, what to do!

She vaguely remembers, in the past, Miao Wu’s grandfather danced very high, almost as if he wanted to kill Nangong Jin.

He was really prepared to bewitch Nangong Jin with a gu, but luckily the Nangong Family’s influence and background were quite strong, and they barely managed to withstand it.

It really cost a lot of money to find people to resolve that situation, and since then, the vitality of the Nangong Family had been halved.

So, even now she does not understand what happened, Nangong Jin also won’t say, but with such a big fuss, it certainly wasn’t something simple.

Later, she secretly sent someone to inquire in Miaojiang and heard that Miao Wu’s body was buried on a barren hill, not even in the ancestral hall.

For the people of Miaojiang, this is a big taboo, as fallen leaves should return to their roots, unless there is one thing, Miao Wu was unmarried and pregnant, and she died with her child.

That is a major misfortune, so she couldn’t be placed in the ancestral hall, and they simply buried her on a barren hill.

This matter became her heartache, initially, she questioned Nangong Jin for a long time, but couldn’t get a clear answer.

But later she thought, her son couldn’t be that kind of irresponsible person, right? Causing death at such a young age.

So she let it be, and after that Nangong Jin proposed to stop dancing, and erased all video records.

Of course, this included the records of Miao Wu.

Afterward, rumors started to swirl in the dance community about what happened between Nangong Jin and Miao Wu, and the speculations were wild.

Then, Miao Wu’s grandfather came knocking.

After dealing with Miao Wu’s grandfather’s matter, Nangong Jin found several people who were spreading the rumors and taught them a harsh lesson.

The incident then turned into a mystery that no one dared to speak of but remained a vaguely understood legend.

There were all kinds of versions!

But time has already passed by ten years, and things have gradually faded a lot, so much so that now what remains in the dance world is that her son is a legend.

So what exactly happened, she actually doesn’t know!

The more Li Hui thought about it, the more her head ached terribly, making her feel so conflicted. Should she support her son, or should she support her son?

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A new day began, the morning light faintly streamed in, and Gu Qibao woke up groggily from her sleep, stretching comfortably. She slept well last night, feeling extremely pleased.

Upon stretching, she realized that there seemed to be no one beside her.

Gu Qibao turned her head, pouting her lips, Di Mingjue actually got out of bed?

This was a bit abnormal, as usually, he would linger in bed every morning!

Not only would he linger in bed, but he would also insist on snuggling with her, making sure to stay in bed until just the right moment before getting up.

Today seemed a little unusual, could there be something wrong?

Gu Qibao yawned, rubbing her eyes as she got out of bed, blearily washed up, changed clothes, and then blearily went downstairs.

Her eyes not fully open yet, she suddenly smelled something burning and instantly opened her eyes wide. What the hell?

Was the house on fire?

She hastily went downstairs. What in the world was happening in the living room with all that smoke?

Gu Qibao felt a cough coming on due to the smoke, and looking towards where it was coming from, it seemed to be from the kitchen.

Shit, could it be the kitchen was on fire?

With that thought, Gu Qibao hurriedly dashed toward the kitchen, calling out as she ran, "Uncle Zhang, the kitchen’s on fire! Hurry, put it out fast!"

But the moment she rushed into the kitchen, she was dumbfounded; the kitchen was engulfed in smoke, and the pure white decor had been blackened.