novelraw Chapter 491: Driven by Love
Chapter 491: Driven by Love
It’s not sadness, not pain, not regret, but bewilderment. Perhaps even Yan Sijue didn’t expect Old Sir Yan to actually die just like that.
Yan Sijue didn’t attend Old Sir Yan’s funeral either. Now that he’s no longer part of the Yan Family, no one dared to voice an objection to this.
But on the day of the funeral, the man held her in his arms for a long time, never speaking a word.
"Sijue, shall I accompany you to visit your mother this afternoon?" she gently suggested.
Yan Sijue responded with a faint "hmm", then suddenly laughed at himself: "Yiliang, I was very angry before. Why did you still agree to your parents’ requests despite how they treated you?"
Mu Yiliang tightened her grip on his hand without speaking.
"I used to resent him. Later, I thought I didn’t care anymore, whether he lived or died was none of my concern. But now that he’s really dead... I’ve suddenly realized I don’t have a father anymore," Yan Sijue’s voice was somewhat downcast, "Sometimes I can’t help but wonder, if from the start I had let him know I was his son, what would things be like now. But it’s just a thought."
Mu Yiliang understood: "Even if you had another chance, you’d still choose to retaliate against him, wouldn’t you?"
Yan Sijue chuckled softly: "Yes. For a long time, hatred was my motivation, so I dared not relax even for a moment."
"Before, what drove you forward was hate, from now on, what will push you forward is love," Mu Yiliang smiled, looking up at him, "Motivated by love, does it feel better than being driven by hate?"
Yan Sijue finally found relief, his passionate kiss fell on the corner of her lips, "Yes... and much better, more than just a little bit..."
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A sanatorium on the outskirts of City A.
The location here is secluded, the environment tranquil, the air of quality, greenery everywhere, and the vast area houses only one patient.
Just like always, Lan Yueru sat in the garden sunbathing, with two caregivers standing at her sides, accompanying her.
Lan Yueru still unknowingly played with the comb in her hand, her expression serene.
The two caregivers began chatting: "... Did you hear, Old Sir Yan of the Yan Family has died."
"Saw it on the news... The top figure of City A is dead, and there was no prior news at all."
"Seems to be related to Yan Sijue, didn’t he get expelled from the Yan Family a few months ago? Later, there was a vague rumor about Old Sir Yan falling ill, but it was never confirmed."
"Sigh, I think there was more to Yan Sijue’s resignation than meets the eye... Family feuds in wealthy families..."
"Shh, stop talking, don’t you know who our employer is?"
"Just gossiping... I won’t say more, but with Old Sir Yan dead, it’s really uncertain what will become of the Yan Family."
They didn’t notice that Lan Yueru, who had been quietly sitting on the chair, hadn’t moved the comb in her hand for a while.
She seemed somewhat bewildered, her expression showing a sign of struggle. Only after a long time did she gradually calm down, but the comb somehow slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.
"Oh!" one of the caregivers noticed and quickly picked it up, cleaned it, and handed it back to her, "Aunt Lan, hold it well, don’t drop it again."
It was entirely in the tone used to coax a child.
Lan Yueru still looked downward, took it quietly yet instinctively tightened her grip on the comb.
If the caregiver looked down, they would’ve seen Lan Yueru’s face full of dazed expression.
Old Sir Yan was dead...
Yan Sijue was expelled from the Yan Family...