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Le Yao Yao was stunned, as if something within her had suddenly clicked into place, though she couldn't quite grasp it.
However, in that moment of daze, she failed to notice that the man in black who was holding her trembled the instant he made contact with her body, as if he had been electrocuted.
The eyes hidden beneath the black veil flickered with a hint of infatuation, sorrow, and a complex mix of emotions.
Despite this, the man steadied himself after catching Le Yao Yao and quickly withdrew his hands.
The two of them, now devoid of each other's warmth, felt a wave of loss surge within them.
Ultimately, it was the man in black who reacted first. He pulled out several silver coins from his pocket and placed them on the table, preparing to leave.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao felt an inexplicable panic rise within her. Without thinking, she reached out and tightly grasped the man's large hand.
Both Le Yao Yao and the man were taken aback by her action.
It was only when she held onto his hand that Le Yao Yao realized what she had done.
In an instant, her delicate face flushed with embarrassment.
Her cheeks were already adorned with glistening tears, and now a rosy hue spread across them, making her appear like a pure lotus bathed in morning dew—elegant and ethereal, breathtakingly beautiful!
Such a stunningly exquisite woman could drive any man to madness.
If it were any other man being held so tightly by this enchanting woman, he would surely be overjoyed.
However, the man in black merely paused for a moment before reacting. In an unexpected turn of events that left Le Yao Yao astonished, he forcefully shook off her hand!
The moment Le Yao Yao's hand was shaken off, it felt as if something inside her had shattered.
Beautiful Eyes widened in shock, first taken aback, then a hint of sorrow washed over her as she slowly turned her gaze to the man.
If he truly was Yu, how could he push her hand away, severing their connection like this!?
Could it be that he really wasn't Yu? Was that why he had so ruthlessly shaken her off!?
But if he wasn't Yu, why did he feel so familiar to her? His appearance, his scent, his very presence—all of it was uniquely Yu.
As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Le Yao Yao felt lost and confused, her heart a tangled mess.
Finally, as she regained her composure, she heard the man speak in a hoarse and unfamiliar voice.
"I'm sorry, I'm not used to being touched by others."
Though he apologized, there was an unmistakable sense of rejection in his tone.
At those words, Le Yao Yao felt as if she had fallen from heaven into an abyss of despair.
He... truly wasn't Yu...
"The one who should be apologizing is me. I was too forward just now..."
Le Yao Yao nodded, lowering her gaze. The long, thick lashes cast a shadow over her eyes, completely hiding the tears that shimmered within them.
Yet, from the hoarse and dry tone of her voice, it was clear to anyone that she was feeling desolate and heartbroken.
Looking at the pitiful woman before him.
She was so delicate and beautiful that it made one want to hold her tightly, shielding her from all storms and providing her with a world of comfort…
Yet, anyone could do that for her, but he, at this moment, could not…
Thinking of this, the man in black clenched his fists tightly, his fingers digging into his palms, feeling no pain.
And this, Le Yao Yao was completely unaware of.
At that moment, she was deeply immersed in a whirlpool of profound disappointment.
From the moment she saw this man at First Villa, she had been convinced that he was Yu without a doubt. That was why she left the villa, intending to find him.
Who would have thought that while she had indeed found this man, he was not Yu…
Although his appearance, aura, scent, and even that warm embrace were maddeningly similar to Yu’s…
If he were truly Yu, he would never have so ruthlessly shaken off her hand…
Le Yao Yao suppressed the bitterness in her heart, but tears still flowed uncontrollably from her eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
Seeing herself cry again, Le Yao Yao couldn’t help but cover her mouth with her hand. She quickly grabbed Leng Yixuan beside her and turned to leave in a hurry.
At that moment, she felt wounded.
She just wanted to find a place to heal her wounds...
However, as Le Yao Yao hurriedly left this sorrowful place, she failed to notice that behind her, the man couldn't help but take a step forward, his large hand reaching out as if to hold her back. But in the end, it merely hung in the air...
...
"Mother, please don't cry anymore. I don't want to see you sad..."
After returning to the room, Leng Yixuan looked at Le Yao Yao, who was still crying heartbrokenly. At such a young age, he didn't understand what had happened, but seeing his mother so pitifully in tears made his heart ache.
So, he couldn't help but reach out his small, delicate hand to grasp Le Yao Yao's hand, pleading softly.
His exquisite little face frowned slightly, and his beautiful eyes sparkled with a look of entreaty. He was so adorable, yet infuriatingly similar to someone else—he looked just like a miniature version of him.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao's heart ached even more. Without thinking, she tightly embraced this little one and could no longer contain her longing and sorrow. With a cry of despair, she wept pitifully.
"Yu, Yu, I miss you so much... I really miss you..."
Le Yao Yao's tearful cries were heart-wrenching and made anyone who heard them want to weep.
Held in Le Yao Yao's arms, Leng Yixuan didn't know who Yu was, but seeing his mother so heartbroken made his own eyes well up with tears.
Still, he bravely held back his emotions and sniffed hard. Then, with an air of maturity beyond his years, he reached out his small hand and gently patted Le Yao Yao's shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"Mother, please don't cry. If you're unhappy, just tell Xuan. If someone bullies you, Xuan will help you get revenge!"
Leng Yixuan's voice was soft and tender, but the expression on Little Face's face was as if someone had bullied his precious daughter, and he was ready to seek revenge.
Le Yao Yao, who had been crying her heart out, found herself completely turned upside down by the mature demeanor of her Little One.
Who was the mother now, and who was the son!?
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao, who had been heartbroken, couldn't help but let out a chuckle, which made Leng Yixuan laugh as well.
"As long as Mother doesn't cry, it's all good. Be good, Xuan will always be by Mother's side. I'll protect you from the bad guys!"
Though he didn't understand why his mother was both crying and laughing, it was enough that she was smiling now.
Moreover, Leng Yixuan's words were not just empty promises.
In his heart, he rationally resolved to grow up obediently and practice martial arts diligently so that one day he could drive away the bad guys and protect his mother from being bullied.
Seeing the determination in Leng Yixuan's brows, Le Yao Yao felt a wave of comfort wash over her.
The sadness that had once consumed her began to fade significantly as she looked at her Little One beside her.
Fortunately, even though she had lost Yu, she still had Xuan by her side...
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Le Yao Yao, at the same time in the room next door—
Outside, the sun shone brightly, and the spring breeze blew gently, warming everyone it touched.
The temperature was such that even the icebergs seemed to be slowly melting.
Yet, all the warmth in the world could not reach the man in black standing by the window.
He stood there like a fossil, motionless, as if time had forgotten him.
A gentle breeze blew, causing his clothes to flutter and his long hair to dance in the wind, revealing his strikingly handsome face—crafted by nature itself—fully exposed to the sunlight.
His thick, slanted eyebrows, deep-set cold eyes, a straight aristocratic nose, and those thin lips that were tightly pressed yet still stirred emotions in others...
It was undeniable that this was a face capable of captivating any woman in the world.
His tall and upright figure, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, and straight legs gave him a model-like physique.
Though he stood silently there, the chilling aura emanating from him made him appear as if he had stepped out from the depths of hell, a fearsome warrior that sent shivers down one’s spine.
This strikingly handsome and cold man was none other than Leng Junyu, the one whom Le Yao Yao longed for, now weeping heartbrokenly.
If Le Yao Yao knew that the man she loved so deeply was just a wall away from her, she would undoubtedly rush over without hesitation.
However, she remained oblivious to it all.
Moreover, Leng Junyu could never let her know that he was still alive because...
The heart-wrenching cries echoed in his ears, making his beautiful brows furrow even tighter.
At that moment, he wished desperately to disregard everything, to throw caution to the wind, and rush over to embrace the person he had missed for five long years—the one who made his heart ache with longing.
For five years, he had held a steadfast belief in his heart: he could not die, he had to return to see her, even if it was just for a glance...
It was this unwavering conviction that finally brought him back, yet...
As he thought of this, a deep sorrow washed over Leng Junyu's narrow Cold Eyes.
Unable to contain the bitterness within him any longer, he slammed his fist down on a nearby Pear Wood Stool.
In an instant, the once sturdy Pear Wood Stool shattered into pieces.
Blood began to flow from Leng Junyu's tightly clenched fist, and the color of that blood was a deep crimson...
...
Regarding the fight at the inn, although Le Yao Yao wished it hadn't happened, it did occur nonetheless.
Moreover, her meddling had saved Xiaokui and her sister, but it had also caused significant losses for the inn.
Running an inn was meant to be profitable; now, even though the mess on the first floor had been cleaned up by the Waiter, the Innkeeper was still calculating the damages with a clicking abacus, accompanied by heavy sighs that seemed to signal impending doom.
When Le Yao Yao and Leng Yixuan came downstairs, this was the scene that greeted them.
She couldn't help but smile lightly. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a five-hundred-tael silver note and handed it to Leng Yixuan, whispering something in her ear.
Upon hearing this, Leng Yixuan nodded vigorously in understanding and scampered over to the Innkeeper.
At that moment, the Innkeeper, who was busy tallying last night's losses and sighing heavily, suddenly felt someone tugging at his clothing. Confused, he looked down.
When the old man saw the Little One who had appeared out of nowhere, looking like a celestial child, his wrinkled face momentarily froze before breaking into a kind and gentle smile.
"Little brother, is there something you need?"
Faced with such an adorable Little One, even the Innkeeper, who was feeling downcast, couldn't help but smile broadly, his face transforming into a blooming chrysanthemum.
Leng Yixuan, seeing the Innkeeper smiling kindly at him, also returned the gesture with a polite smile. He then opened his Small Mouth and said in a sweet voice, "Uncle, this is for you from my father. He said it’s to compensate for last night's losses and a few days' lodging fees."
After speaking, Leng Yixuan handed over the five-hundred-tael silver note that Le Yao Yao had just given him to the Innkeeper.
The Innkeeper was taken aback upon seeing the note but quickly regained his composure and glanced toward the stairs where Le Yao Yao was waiting for Leng Yixuan.
Today, Le Yao Yao was still dressed in male attire. Her brows were elegantly arched, her Beautiful Eyes sparkling, with a delicate nose and cherry lips, her skin flawless.
Draped in a snow-white Silk Robe, cinched at the waist with a jade belt, she exuded an air of grace and elegance.
Even the seasoned Innkeeper, who had seen countless faces, couldn't help but be momentarily stunned by Le Yao Yao's beauty.
Looking down at the exquisite Leng Yixuan at his feet, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Like father, like son; both 'father and son' were exceptionally handsome, true dragons among men.
As the Innkeeper pondered this while glancing at the five-hundred-tael silver note in his hand, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to say something to Le Yao Yao.
However, before the Innkeeper could say anything, Le Yao Yao interrupted.
"Yesterday's incident was entirely my impulsiveness, which caused you significant losses. Please do not reject this compensation."
"No, how could I?"
Since Le Yao Yao had said so, the Innkeeper no longer hesitated to accept it. After all, he had indeed suffered considerable losses from the events of the previous day.
Seeing the Innkeeper accept the silver notes, the sorrow in Le Yao Yao's expression immediately dissipated. A smile crept onto her lips as she called over a waiter and ordered a few dishes that she and Xuan loved to eat, then settled into a window seat on the second floor.
At this moment, it was already lunchtime. Although there had been a fight here last night, the inn was an old establishment in Dali and had not been significantly affected.
Especially since someone had taken down the local bully who had terrorized the area for years, everyone felt a great sense of relief! Therefore, business at the inn continued to thrive.
The dishes that Le Yao Yao ordered quickly arrived at the table.
The once sparsely populated inn soon became bustling with activity, filled with lively chatter and no empty seats.
During this time, Le Yao Yao glanced around and noticed that the Innkeeper, who had previously worn a worried expression, was now smiling broadly, his calculations ringing in his mind.
The clever waiter busily moved about with pots of water and dishes, keeping very busy.
Finally, Le Yao Yao's gaze landed on a man in black who suddenly appeared at the staircase on the second floor.
Her delicate face froze for a moment; her beautiful eyes widened as she could not tear her gaze away from that dark figure.
Although she should have known that this person was not Yu but merely someone who resembled him, at that instant when she saw him appear, Le Yao Yao's heart still trembled violently.
The entire world felt like it had been electrified, and her gaze never left the man for even a moment.
Clearly, the man seemed to sense Le Yao Yao's stare. Although he wore a black gauze hat, she could still feel a burning gaze piercing through the thin fabric, landing directly on her.
Upon realizing this, Le Yao Yao's heart skipped a beat, and her pulse quickened.
It was as if something had struck her heart heavily just moments ago.
However, she quickly regained her composure when she noticed that the man seemed to be looking for a place to sit.
But whether on the second floor or the first, all the seats were already taken.
After scanning the area, the man in black decided to leave.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao stood up without a second thought and called out to the departing figure.
"If you don't mind, Hero, would you like to join me for a meal?"
Le Yao Yao spoke hastily, her voice clear and crisp, yet it couldn't hide the pleading tone beneath.
For some reason, she desperately wanted to connect with this man before her.
His familiar aura made her feel as if he were right beside her; she was not alone...
Le Yao Yao thought to herself, her heart racing as it climbed into her throat.
She noticed that the man in black paused at her words, his body still facing downwards, yet it seemed he had no intention of turning around.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, fearing that he might refuse.
Her gaze, directed at the man's back, was filled with a pleading expression that even she was unaware of.
In her heart, she kept praying that he would stay and share a meal with them.
The man was not oblivious to Le Yao Yao's imploring look.
However, after enduring for a moment, he steeled himself and took a step toward the stairs, intending to leave.
Just then, he felt someone tugging tightly at his sleeve.
Confused, he looked down and found himself staring into the delicate face of his little one, who resembled a miniature version of himself.
"Uncle, please stay and have dinner with us! Pretty please!?"
With a sweet and innocent voice, Nuo Nuo's words paired with her adorable, rosy cheeks made her look like someone you just wanted to scoop up and hold tightly. Even the hardest of hearts would soften at such a sight.
Looking at the small figure below him, the man's heart also softened. The coldness in his dark eyes was instantly replaced by a hint of warmth, significantly reducing the inherent hostility that surrounded him.
This little one was his son…
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