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It all came down to the fact that Du Hengyan, as a male model, was deemed unworthy of Chi Mu Jiu. In their eyes, social status and family background were paramount, and the disparity in identity was an insurmountable chasm.
"Chi Mu Jiu, you must be crazy! How dare you speak to your mother like that! Just wait until I deal with you today!" Ji Yuyan was acting like a true shrew, disregarding her image, her face contorted with rage, her eyes filled with madness and malice.
Without a second thought, she grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table and lunged at Chi Mu Jiu, as if she intended to kill her.
Du Hengyan cast a cold glance at Chi Mu Jiu, his eyes flashing with a hint of frost. He moved swiftly, dodging her attack with agility, causing Ji Yuyan to miss her target entirely. The force of her lunge sent her crashing to the marble floor along with the knife.
Her head struck the ground with a dull thud, and the tip of the knife was barely an inch away from her left eye. Gasps of shock filled the air, laced with fear and panic.
"Yuyan!"
Chi Feng's face was etched with shock and concern.
"Mom!"
Chi Qiyun screamed, her face pale as she rushed to help Ji Yuyan on the floor, tears brimming in her eyes, filled with dread.
Ji Yuyan felt dizzy from the fall and saw the knife tip so close; cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Then everything went dark as she lost consciousness.
"Mom?!!"
Chi Qiyun's voice trembled with sobs, filled with helplessness and fear.
"Quick! Get her to the hospital! Someone shouted anxiously.
"Ambulance! Hurry! Call for help!"
Everyone was in a frenzy, scrambling about in chaos.
Seeing this unfold, no one had any interest left in spectating; they hurriedly lifted Ji Yuyan and rushed out the door.
Chi Mu Jiu merely watched coldly, devoid of any emotion in her gaze. Indeed, one should not be too wicked; retribution comes swiftly when least expected.
She felt no guilt in her heart, only the belief that Ji Yuyan had brought this upon herself.
Chi Feng glanced back at Chi Mu Jiu outside the gate, sighed deeply, and then followed the others away.
The events had unfolded too quickly; within less than ten minutes, everyone had left Chi Mu Jiu's home. The once noisy house fell silent in an instant, leaving only a lingering stillness and chaos behind.
Chi Mu Jiu took a deep breath, struggling to hold back her tears, but her eyes remained red-rimmed, and her throat felt as if it were blocked by something. Inside, her emotions surged like tumultuous waves, filled with endless grievances and pain.
Thinking back to the harrowing scene just moments ago, when that woman who had harbored malice towards her rushed at her with a knife, Chi Mu Jiu couldn't help but tremble.
The very person who should have been her support and protector stood by coldly, watching with disdain and even glaring at her. It felt as if countless sharp blades had cruelly sliced through her heart, leaving it bleeding profusely.
Now, her kin felt so foreign, so cruel.
Du Hengyan gently brushed away the tears from her eyes, his voice soft yet firm: "Don't cry; I'm here."
"Du Hengyan, did you see? That woman wanted to kill me! She really wanted to kill me!" Chi Mu Jiu's voice trembled slightly, filled with fear and helplessness. The terrifying image from just moments ago replayed in her mind over and over again.
To say she wasn't afraid would be a lie; even now, her heart raced uncontrollably. If it weren't for Du Hengyan, she might have been the one lying on the ground today.
At this thought, tears pooled in her eyes once more, unstoppable.
He pulled her into his embrace, gently patting her back: "Little one, don't be afraid; just let me pat your head."
He knew she was timid; today’s events were not merely about family members targeting her. The malice and attacks from those people she could perhaps endure through gritted teeth.
But it was the cold and unfeeling attitude of her kin that truly shattered her heart. The family she longed for love and support from stood against her instead.
He continued to softly pat her back as she buried her head deep into his chest, her small frame trembling incessantly as if seeking a final refuge from the storm.
Du Hengyan could clearly feel her dependence and helplessness, tightening his heart in response.
Du Heng felt the familiar damp sensation on her chest once again, as her tears soaked through her clothing.
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