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In the Yu Family Villa, Yu Lingling shouted in frustration, her hands waving in the air. "Brother, how much longer are you going to indulge this woman?"
Yu Hanzhang looked at Xuan Qingya and Yu Ping playing in the backyard, a gentle expression naturally surfacing in his eyes as his lips involuntarily curled into a smile. "Lingling, watch your tone!"
"Tone? What about this woman deserves my respect? How long are you going to keep lying to yourself?"
Yu Lingling shouted angrily, her face flushed with rage. She deliberately raised her voice to embarrass Xuan Qingya, glaring fiercely in the direction of the backyard. "Don't you know what people are saying outside? They say you're wearing a green hat and even raising someone else's daughter!"
Recently, a set of explicit photos had circulated online, bold and vulgar, clearly featuring Xuan Qingya.
In no time, news about the Yu family became rampant, with Xuan Qingya being thrust into the spotlight. Speculations even arose about whether Yu Ping was truly a child of the Yu family.
"Shut up!" Yu Hanzhang's face darkened as he furrowed his brows and shouted sternly. "You better remind Zhu Hao not to get any funny ideas!"
Yu Lingling turned away in anger, her head snapping sharply. "I'm done with him! I wouldn't want that woman's former man!" With that, she stormed upstairs, her footsteps heavy and echoing on the stairs.
Has he spoiled his sister? Yu Hanzhang thought wearily, rubbing his temples.
Unbeknownst to him, Xuan Qingya had quietly approached from behind. Yu Lingling's goal had been achieved; she had heard everything clearly and finally understood what the reporters gathered outside were after.
He had sealed off all information and protected her well, yet he found himself in an awkward position.
Taking a deep breath, Xuan Qingya spoke cautiously, her lips trembling slightly. "The person in those photos isn’t me. Would you believe me if I said that?"
"I know it's not you," Yu Hanzhang replied calmly, his gaze filled with trust. "I know you inside out."
He seemed to imply something, and Xuan Qingya felt her head heat up. She quickly changed the subject and asked with a serious expression, "Did Zhu Hao do this?" He was the photographer; it would be simple for him to handle her photos.
"I don't know." In reality, he had already begun investigating. "I'll take care of this."
"Should I go talk to him?"
"Meeting him now will only raise suspicions," Yu Hanzhang reassured her, gently patting her shoulder. "Trust me, I will handle it."
Xuan Qingya stared at him, inexplicably calming down.
This man had been her husband for four years and was the father of her daughter; she had no reason not to trust him.
Yu Hanzhang hesitated slightly, awkwardly asking her, his eyes showing a hint of tension, "Qingya, do you still love Zhu Hao?"
Xuan Qingya's expression changed, and she sighed softly, shaking her head gently. "I don't love him anymore."
She had stopped loving him long before he left.
Yu Hanzhang finally breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing slightly.
He pressed his lips together and gently embraced her, his arms wrapping around her tenderly. "Qingya, I won't let anyone hurt you." They were his family, and he wouldn't allow anyone the chance to disturb them.
The exhibition of the emerging photographer opened, but media reports caught wind of some of his works being suspected of plagiarism. Zhu Hao suddenly found himself in crisis, with sponsors also filing lawsuits against him.
Zhu Hao sat despondently in the studio, his hands clasped over his head. He was not oblivious; someone was definitely pulling strings behind the scenes.
He obsessively caressed the photo of Xuan Qingya, his fingers gliding gently over the image as he fantasized about the day he could hold her in his arms again. But in his current state of loneliness, did he even have the right to dream of that?
The doorbell rang for a long time before he reluctantly dragged himself to answer it, surprised to see Yu Hanzhang standing outside. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Qingya sent me," Yu Hanzhang replied as he stepped inside, his expression darkening immediately at the sight of all the photos of Xuan Qingya scattered around the room.
With a hint of mockery, Yu Hanzhang smirked slightly. "Nostalgia for what once was? Too bad I told you, Qingya will never love you again."
"You’re talking nonsense!"
"It’s what she said herself." Fearing Zhu Hao wouldn’t believe him, Yu Hanzhang pulled out a voice recorder and pressed play.
—"Qingya, do you still love Zhu Hao?"
—"Not anymore."
Zhu Hao roared in anger, unwilling to accept it. "This isn’t true!"
"Why would I lie to you?" Yu Hanzhang looked down at him like a victor.
He pulled out a check from his bag and handed it over. "This is from Qingya. I think you’ll need it right now."
Zhu Hao stared at the check in front of him. "What do you mean?"
Qingya said she hopes you will leave here and not disturb her anymore.
Yu Hanzhang spoke confidently, "Regarding the explicit photos, whether or not you were involved, she said she doesn't want to see you again."
Zhu Hao clenched the check tightly, his knuckles turning white as he gritted his teeth. "I didn't do anything about the explicit photos."
"Oh?" Yu Hanzhang raised an eyebrow in surprise, his eyes widening slightly. "If that's the case, I believe you wouldn't want Qingya to hate you, right?"
After saying this, he turned and walked away with firm steps.
The black sedan drove through the hazy rain. Yu Hanzhang let out a faint sigh and shook his head helplessly. This was for the best; as long as Zhu Hao left, they could return to how things used to be—perhaps not as warm, but he could be sure she wouldn't leave.
He didn't ask for much; that was enough for him.
All his despicable lies were for their family and their happiness. He would conceal them, keeping Xuan Qingya in the dark.
When Xuan Qingya's call came in, urging him to come home for dinner on time, Yu Hanzhang felt a warmth spread through him, a smile lighting up his eyes. "Okay, I'll be right back."
Her gentle reliance allowed him to forget all his sins.
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