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At that moment, Young Master Lang approached, his expression darkening.
"Grandma, Ruyi Pavilion is actually part of the Lang Family's business; it was just entrusted to my cousin to manage. I never expected he would do something like this." His voice was filled with guilt and anger.
Grandma paused at his words, looking at Young Master Lang with a complex gaze. "Young Master, are you... are you telling the truth?"
Young Master Lang nodded, letting out a sigh. "Absolutely true. I was nearly killed because of my cousin's actions. If it weren't for Xiao Lian, I... I might have already died."
As he spoke, he cast a grateful glance at me, causing my cheeks to flush as I lowered my head.
Upon hearing this, a flicker of anger flashed in Grandma's eyes, but more than that was sympathy. "Young Master, since you are also a victim, then let it go. It's just that my poor son..."
At this point, Grandma broke down in tears.
Young Master Lang tightly grasped her hand, his tone resolute. "Grandma, I will definitely settle the score with my cousin and seek justice for your son."
Upon hearing this, Grandma looked at him excitedly as if she wanted to kneel down. "Young Master, I thank you in advance for your kindness."
We hurriedly supported Grandma to prevent her from kneeling and comforted her until she finally calmed down.
The next day, we bid farewell to Grandma. Young Master Lang had already recovered well.
He wanted to take me home with him, but before leaving, I wished to return to see the home where I had lived for over ten years.
As soon as we entered the house, I saw the village chief sitting there; Father, Mother, and my brother were all absent.
The village chief walked towards me while speaking. "Xiao Lian, you’re finally back."
Before I could ask anything, he sighed and a hint of sympathy crossed his eyes as he continued. "Xiao Lian... you need to be mentally prepared."
"Your Father and Mother... they were harassed by debt collectors from the gambling den and fell ill from anger. Just after those people left, your brother took everything valuable from the house and ran away. In a fit of rage... they..."
I anxiously grabbed the village chief's hand, trembling as I asked, "What happened?"
The village chief looked at me and gritted his teeth. "They passed away; the villagers helped bury them on the hillside."
He said he stayed here just to wait for my return; now that I was back, he would leave.
I looked at the devastation around me as tears silently streamed down my face.
Perhaps it was because they were still my parents; even though I had given up on that bond, I still felt heartbroken.
I didn't know when it happened, but a pair of hands gently embraced me.
He gently patted my back, saying nothing, simply offering me silent support. I leaned into his embrace, and after a while, I managed to calm my emotions and freed myself from Young Master Lang's hold.
As I looked around the room, now unrecognizable, thoughts of my missing brother filled me with sorrow and irony. I chose not to mention the memorial for my parents and turned to leave the house.
After returning home with Young Master Lang to meet his parents, he declared in front of them that he wished to marry me. "Father, Mother, this is Xiao Lian," his voice echoed in the quiet hall.
Lang's Father's gaze shifted from me to Young Master Lang, his brow furrowing slightly as a hint of displeasure flickered in his eyes. Lang's Mother nodded gently, her tone soft yet distant as she said, "Miss Xiao Lian, you have worked hard." There was no warmth in her words; although she remained polite and refrained from outright opposition, their disapproval was palpable and made me feel awkward.
I watched Young Master Lang as he spoke, realizing that he had made this decision about my future without consulting me. Though I was an orphan, I was not without a place to go. Observing his tone and demeanor, I felt a strange discomfort.
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