Chapter 521: Chapter 522, Nostalgia for the Past
Yun Jinnian heard the words and looked at Mrs. Han with concern.
Mrs. Han was very calm, gently patting Yun Jinnian’s hand. "Go to the carriage behind!"
"Mother..."
Mrs. Han gave a gentle smile, her heart softening, "Just go!"
It was only then that her daughter’s worried concern became clear to her – no matter what, she was valued in her daughter’s heart.
That was enough for her.
Yun Jinnian hesitated for a moment, then dismounted the carriage. As soon as she got off, she heard Yun Qi’s indifferent voice, "Let’s go!"
Yun Jinnian stood by the side of the carriage, too stunned to come to her senses.
But she wasn’t very disappointed, for she had never had much hope to begin with, her heart had long grown cold, and she had no expectations of his chill paternal love.
She was just a bit worried about Mrs. Han.
"Miss!"
Shi Jiayu immediately got off the carriage and helped Yun Jinnian onto it.
"Miss?" Shi Jiayu looked concerned.
"I’m alright, Uncle Shi, please follow them!"
Yun Jinnian still worried about Mrs. Han. Yun Qi seemed very strange today.
Logically, after yesterday’s incident, he was supposed to detest her and her mother. So why had he come to pick them up?
What exactly did he want to do?
Yun Jinnian couldn’t figure it out!
Inside the carriage
Mrs. Han sat up straight, her spine ramrod stiff.
No matter the circumstance, Mrs. Han would never submit to Yun Qi or lower her status in front of him, nor would she let her dignity be trampled upon.
Even now, although she knew Yun Qi must have guessed something, she remained proud and fearless.
Yun Qi stayed quiet for a long time, his hands clenched into tight fists.
He had never envied anyone, but at that moment, he envied Yun Bi.
Without his knowledge, Shuniu had borne him a son.
Back then, Shuniu had been manipulated, but what about Yun Bi? Had he taken advantage of Shuniu, or just seized an opportunity?
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
Mrs. Han, hearing this, looked at Yun Qi, "What do you say?"
"Shuniu..." Yun Qi growled lowly, taking a deep breath, "Since you are like this, so be it. After all, you’re married now. It doesn’t matter anymore, and you needn’t worry about Jinnian. Even if her reputation is ruined and she can’t marry into a good family, as long as you, her mother, don’t care, why should I!"
Mrs. Han glared furiously at Yun Qi.
This man had always been despicable and shameless.
"Don’t go too far!"
"And what if I do? A woman follows her husband after marriage. In the past, I was too generous with you, allowing you to think that you could trample over me, Yun Qi, at will. Now that I think about it, with you being so fickle, why should I cherish you in my palm!"
Yun Qi’s voice was clear and cold, yet it pierced into Mrs. Han’s heart like a sharp arrow, blood dripping.
Her body trembling, she pointed at Yun Qi, unable to utter a single word.
It took her a while to let out a mocking laugh, and then she sat up gracefully, straightening her posture.
For such a man, she shouldn’t distress herself. It wasn’t worth it.
"From now on, visit your mother every day at dawn and dusk. Since the plaque of Qiyue Academy has been taken down, let’s change it to Qingjue Academy!"
Qingjue Academy, the end of affection.
From now on, they would be husband and wife in name only, no need to be considerate of each other anymore.
"Agreed!"
Mrs. Han agreed without hesitation.
The end of affection was exactly what she desired.
The two of them spoke no more.
The love they once shared seemed like it belonged to a distant past, long gone.
Yun Qi’s face was cold, but he could still remember, once upon a time, when Mrs. Han would tenderly snuggle into his arms, softly calling him husband, or with a sweet smile, send him off and welcome his return.
Doing his needlework, his shoes, arranging everything in perfect order for him.
In their spare time, they would read a book together, drink a cup of tea; he, hugging the soft and fragrant her, acting on his whims; her, the charming companion to his literary pursuits. What a beautiful life it was.
It was all gone.
It had all passed...