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"Brother, this is my boyfriend. What do you think? Not worse than you, right?"
Yu Lingling returned with her newly minted boyfriend, excitement radiating from her as she introduced him to Yu Hanzhang, her face glowing with happiness.
Yu Hanzhang sized up the man, nodding slightly with an approving glance.
Xuan Qingya was in the kitchen giving instructions when she heard the commotion. Carrying a fruit platter, she stepped out and froze upon seeing the familiar face beside Yu Lingling. Panic surged through her, causing her to fumble and drop the platter onto the carpet with a dull thud.
Yu Hanzhang squinted at her. Before he could speak, Yu Lingling erupted in frustration, "What kind of work are you doing? Are you trying to sabotage me on purpose?"
Xuan Qingya crouched down, frantically trying to clean up the mess.
Why is Zhu Hao here?!
Xuan Qingya's hands trembled uncontrollably as she felt a burning gaze upon her. She thought to herself: What does he want?!
Yu Hanzhang shot a reproachful look at Yu Lingling. She stuck out her tongue and nestled into her boyfriend's embrace.
"Lingling, you haven't told me this gentleman's name yet."
"Zhu Hao," Yu Lingling replied with a blissful smile. "He's a freelance photographer and has traveled to many places."
Xuan Qingya shuddered, feeling as if she had been electrocuted; she could almost sense Yu Hanzhang's simmering anger!
As she gathered her things to leave, Yu Hanzhang called out to her, "Qingya, if you're not feeling well, just go upstairs and rest."
On the surface, Yu Hanzhang appeared warm and gentle, but inside he was a storm of emotions. Could his sister's boyfriend be Xuan Qingya's former lover? What a coincidence! Was her strange behavior because of him?
If so, why did he come? Was it to take her back?
Yu Hanzhang felt a vague sense of unease. His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes.
She fled in a panic, and Xuan Qingya rushed into her daughter's room, closing the door with a loud bang. She tightly embraced her child, wrapping her arms around her with all her strength—only this way could she feel more resolute.
She was Yu Hanzhang's wife and Yu Ping's mother; five years had passed since she and Zhu Hao had parted ways.
Xuan Qingya shut her eyes tightly, trying to calm herself.
Why did he come? It was impossible for them now.
What would Yu Hanzhang think?
After four years of peaceful days, she had gradually become timid and fragile, unable to withstand any crisis. She trembled slightly, worry etched on her face.
Zhu Hao used the excuse of wanting to tour the villa. As he approached the children's room, the door unexpectedly swung open, and they stood facing each other.
Just as Xuan Qingya was about to question him, Zhu Hao spoke first: "You are not happy."
Zhu Hao's tone was completely certain, his gaze fixed on her with determination.
He knew well about Yu Lingling's sharp nature, and seeing Yu Hanzhang allow her to be bullied without a word—could she still be happy?
Initially, he had wanted to support her. If she were doing well, he could deceive himself into pretending to be noble. But now, he found that he could not do it.
"Aya," Zhu Hao called out to her affectionately, "I can give you happiness. I don't mind if you..."
"Zhu Hao," Xuan Qingya interrupted him, raising her voice slightly. "Don't forget that you are Lingling's boyfriend. You should call me Sister-in-law."
Her coldness shocked Zhu Hao once again. He shuddered slightly but refused to give up. "Let's set a time. I want to show you something."
"There's no need," she firmly rejected, shaking her head resolutely, dismissing any possibility of swaying her decision.
It seemed someone was coming upstairs, and a flicker of panic crossed Xuan Qingya's eyes. She turned to leave, but Zhu Hao whispered quickly in her ear, "If you don't want your family to know about our relationship, you'd better agree to me!"
He was threatening her!
Xuan Qingya looked up in shock, her eyes wide. Zhu Hao pleaded softly, "Aya, give me a chance."
She sighed silently, feeling helpless as she replied, "Fine." She had no choice; her gaze was filled with despair.
To avoid suspicion, she left first, walking briskly. If she turned back, she would see the smile on Zhu Hao's face, as if it were ignited by hope.
And all of this was clearly witnessed by Yu Hanzhang.
Yu Hanzhang stood at the end of the corridor, the large potted plant obscuring his figure, yet he saw everything.
What had she agreed to?
His throat tightened, an inexplicable discomfort washing over him as he clenched his fists tightly.
A few days later, Zhu Hao sent the time and place for their meeting, and Xuan Qingya knew she had to go.
It was a peach orchard, a place where they often went to date and sketch. His intentions were so obvious.
After getting out of the car and walking into the orchard, Xuan Qingya inhaled sharply at the sight of the trees in full bloom, her body tensing slightly.
It was already late autumn; the peach trees should have been bare, yet now they were adorned with photographs.
These were taken during his travels around the world.
The year he left, he had written her a letter saying he would see all the beautiful sights of the world on her behalf. She hadn’t taken it seriously, but he had done it, bringing these memories back with him.
As she walked deeper into the orchard, Xuan Qingya felt her eyes welling up with tears.
The photographs shifted to solo shots of her from five years ago, or even longer—some shy, some pouting—her happy eyes only ever reflecting him.
She desperately covered her mouth, unwilling to reveal her vulnerable emotions. There was a hint of resentment in her gaze as she looked at Zhu Hao. Why did he have to show her these after five years?!
“These are my greatest treasures,” Zhu Hao said, his eyes filled with deep affection. “When I felt I couldn't go on in the wilderness of primeval forests and deserts, these were my reason to survive.”
He continued, “I know you must be angry that I didn’t come back sooner. I’m sorry…”
Gently cradling her face, he tenderly brushed his fingers against her skin and kissed away the tears on her cheeks.
Zhu Hao solemnly asked, “Aya, come back to my side.”
Xuan Qingya snapped back to reality but couldn't dodge his frantic kiss, the cold sensation landing on her lips.
In that instant, a sharp pain pierced her heart, as if she had done something embarrassing. Her body trembled slightly.
"Zhu Hao, you..."
They could never go back.
Xuan Qingya wanted to say it, but it felt as if her voice had been stolen. She looked in terror at the man approaching them—her husband, Yu Hanzhang.
Yu Hanzhang walked over with a blank expression, wrapping his arms tightly around Xuan Qingya. She could clearly feel his trembling.
"I think your little reunion is over; it's time to return my wife."
Zhu Hao seized the opportunity to clarify, "Aya and I..."
"Hanzhang."
Xuan Qingya grasped Yu Hanzhang's hand, nervously interrupting him. Her fingers clutched his tightly as she looked up at Yu Hanzhang with a dependent gaze. "Let's go home."
Her home now was the place with Yu Hanzhang and Yu Ping, and had nothing to do with Zhu Hao.
Zhu Hao understood her meaning and found himself at a loss for words, standing there in a daze.
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