Love's Lasting Echoes

I exhaled softly, not too worried about this because I knew he had never valued those possessions. "What happened next?" 

Amy looked at me, her voice gradually dropping to a whisper. "After Grandpa passed away, he completely fell apart; it was as if he had lost his soul. He could no longer express joy, anger, or sorrow, and eventually started using drugs." 

She glanced at me, and I felt another pang in my chest, the pain tightening my breath.

"In an effort to bring him back to reality, I colluded with a friend to stage a rape scene in front of him."

He finally reacted and began detoxing, but he also carried a sense of guilt towards me. After successfully undergoing detox, he developed anorexia, and it took over six months of treatment for him to improve. When he decided to return to the country, I suggested that we marry first and wait for the inheritance before divorcing. He didn't agree; perhaps having grown up in the United States, I truly couldn't understand his notion of loyalty. He merely promised that he would definitely compensate me. I knew he was referring to the company shares, but I couldn't guarantee that once he reconciled with you, he would transfer those shares to me, so I repeatedly caused disruptions. Ultimately, I did anger him, but because of the incident, he could never completely ignore me. In the end, he privately signed an agreement with me, promising to unconditionally transfer the shares to me.

I could no longer hold back my tears as I accepted the tissue she offered and said, "Thank you." 

Sometimes, we tend to magnify our own sadness infinitely while overlooking the feelings of others. In my relationship with Wen Xi Cheng, I focused solely on my own hurt and never considered his perspective. I knew how deeply he loved me and that he could never intentionally hurt me, yet I still refused to forgive him easily, while he chose to reconcile without blaming me for my hurtful actions. 

If Feng Su Chuan caused me to stop believing in anyone and made me numb and indifferent, then this man who loved me like life itself reignited my deepest passion for living. 

I calmed my emotions and sincerely said, "Thank you for being by his side all those years. I apologize for my unfriendly attitude toward you before." 

A hint of surprise flickered across Amy's face, and she smiled, "You don't blame me for the destruction then?" 

I shook my head, feeling relieved. "Actually, I have always understood his sincerity; I just didn't want to admit it." 

Amy continued to smile, "Can I ask you a question?" 

"What?" 

"If Xi Cheng confessed everything to you as soon as he returned to the country, what would you do?" 

I paused to think for a moment and replied honestly, "I don't know, maybe I would choose to support both of you." 

Amy smiled wider, "I've asked him the same question. Do you know how he answered?" 

I pressed my lips together without responding. 

"He said he hoped you would never know about all of this." 

When I parted ways with Amy, she said, "Xia Tian, I'm very happy that what he did for you has been rewarded. I sincerely wish you both happiness." 

I smiled sincerely and nodded, "Thank you!" 

After leaving the café, I stood by the roadside to hail a taxi. As Amy walked across the street, I watched her gradually fade from view, swallowing the words that lingered on the tip of my tongue.

Just as she turned around, I really wanted to ask her, "Have you ever loved Xi Cheng?" But then I thought, she must have loved him; otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible for her to stage a fake rape scene to help him detox. 

In the end, Wen Xi Cheng fulfilled his promise to transfer all the shares to her, lifting a burden from his heart. 

Just as Feng Su Chuan bought my trust with 200 million. 

Both Amy and Feng Su Chuan got what they wanted, while Wen Xi Cheng and I, two fools, effortlessly regained our love. Is there a more perfect ending than this? 

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On the day I returned from Jiangnan, I didn't notify Wen Xi Cheng. I called him only when the taxi entered the community. 

After retrieving my luggage from the trunk, just as the car was leaving, Wen Xi Cheng dashed out from the building, wearing only a white shirt, the top button unfastened, and his hair slightly tousled, clearly just awakened from sleep. 

I stood still, smiling as I waited for him to approach. 

Wen Xi Cheng took a few steps towards me, bit his lip, and then pulled me into his arms for a hug.

The sunlight was beautiful, and the refreshing mint scent on him was delightful. I buried my face in his embrace, inhaling deeply, my heart brimming with happiness.

Carrying my travel bag into the elevator, I hurried home, barely bothering to change my shoes, kicking the door shut behind me. Wen Xi Cheng immediately pressed me against the wall, his half-open chest brushing against mine with no space in between, moving against me.

This wasn't the first time I had encountered such unreserved enthusiasm, yet I still felt a little shy. My hands wrapped around his waist, but I didn't dare to meet his gaze directly; I merely tilted my head slightly, allowing my eyes to wander over his sharp, perfect chin and the charming lines of his profile illuminated by the morning light, until a warm, soft kiss landed on my lips.

It wasn't my familiar biting or sucking; he simply pecked my lips gently.

"You said you'd only arrive in the afternoon. Why didn't you let me pick you up?" 

With my lips occupied by him, I could only respond intermittently, "I wanted you to sleep a bit longer." 

"Without you by my side, I can't sleep at all."

Listening to his soft, lazy tone with a hint of playfulness made my heart tingle as if it had been electrified. I pulled my arm away, struggling to push him back slightly, raised my head, held his face, and softly said, "Child, you're actually just dreaming right now. If you blink your eyes, you'll find you're still lying in bed, and I'm still in Jiangnan."

As soon as I finished speaking, the person holding me froze. The initial flicker of panic in Wen Xicheng's eyes quickly transformed into a wide-eyed stare, as if he truly feared that if he blinked, I would suddenly vanish. Seeing the helplessness on his face made me feel that my joke might have gone a bit too far. Just as I was about to speak, he raised his arm, extended two fingers, and slowly moved them to the side of my face. After hesitating for a moment, he gently pinched my cheek and rubbed it.

I could no longer hold back and laughed, taking his fingers and kissing them softly. "Have you lost your mind? To determine if it's a dream, you should pinch your own face, not mine!"

The man in front of me paused for a moment before tightening his arms around me, crushing me against him. My nose unexpectedly slammed into his solid chest, instantly bringing a sharp pang that nearly made me cry. "My nose has been knocked off!"

Wen Xicheng buried his face in the back of my neck and kissed it with a bit of frustrated force, saying grudgingly, "Knock it off then; I don't want it anymore. You've fooled me!"

I nuzzled against him and gently patted his back. "Be good, don't be angry. Have you thought about me these days?"

"Of course," his kisses softened, but his tone was still a bit gruff.

I chuckled lightly, "Did you eat well?

After a few seconds of silence without a response, and recalling what Amy had said about his past struggle with anorexia, my heart sank. Just as I was about to speak, I heard his hoarse, slightly unsteady voice: "I want to eat you!"

Before I had time to react, he picked me up and carried me straight to the bedroom. "Shoes! I haven't even changed into my slippers yet!"

"Not changing!" 

"But it will dirty the carpet!" 

"Buy a new one!" 

After placing me on the bed, Wen Xicheng quickly helped me take off my shoes before pressing down on me. He rested his elbows on either side of me, wrapped his hands around my neck, and stared at me intensely, his eyes filled with unreserved passion and desire.

I dodged slightly but was caught by the back of my head. His fingers traced along my neck, over my ear, and finally rested gently on my cheek, his soft touch causing my heart to race.

His dark, shiny eyes began to burn with intensity, his body growing progressively hotter, but his movements remained gentle and slow. He looked straight into my eyes and softly said, "I miss you."

I didn't dare to meet his gaze; my eyes shifted downward to his collarbone, which appeared and disappeared with his breathing, radiating an alluring sheen that made me want to take a bite. In fact, before my brain could process the impulse, my hands were already climbing up his neck, turning the urge into action!

The body above me stiffened clearly, and for the first time, I forgot my shyness. My teeth grazed along his collarbone, and with his increasingly heavy breaths, I giggled softly, realizing that being proactive wasn't so hard after all!

But when being proactive turned passive, at the moment when his passion erupted, I suddenly understood that playing with fire comes at a cost!

Afterward, the room was in disarray, the atmosphere intoxicating!

I lay limply in Wen Xicheng's arms, utterly drained; even breathing felt difficult. In this respect, men's stamina always surpasses that of women.

Wen Xicheng, half-naked, leaned against the headboard, his waist and abdominal muscles firm and attractive; though slightly thin, he was not overly fragile. I squinted, gazing for a moment, carefully tracing the faint scar on his skin.

With one hand, he played with my hair while the other held me, his eyes warm with tenderness.

I had countless questions to ask him about those two years, about his struggles with anorexia, about his drug rehabilitation; yet, for some reason, as I looked at his contented smile in that moment, I hesitated to ask anything at all.

Since he didn't want me to know, I decided to pretend I was unaware; after all, that was the past, and now we were very happy—wasn't that enough?

He desired a perfect and pure love, and I was willing to give him just that!

A week later, Wen Xicheng took the initiative to confess that he had suffered from anorexia while in the U.S. Armed with his past medical records, I accompanied him to the hospital.

The diagnosis indicated that there had been no relapse; his inability to eat stemmed from long-term irregular eating habits that resulted in some digestive dysfunction. He simply needed to adhere to the diet plan provided by the nutritionist for a while.

Perhaps it was indeed a psychological effect; ever since it was confirmed that it wasn't a relapse of anorexia, Wen Xicheng's appetite improved daily. After several meals at home, my father's expression also began to lighten, while Wen Xicheng steeled himself for a prolonged battle. Regardless of my father's attitude, he remained humble and respectful, brimming with confidence.

Each day after breakfast, we went to the bookstore together. I managed the store while he found a quiet corner to open his laptop and keep himself occupied. When I asked him what he was working on, he replied, "Busy making money to marry my wife!"

I playfully teased him for being unserious.

Each time, he would simply purse his lips and look at me, the tenderness in his eyes flowing into my heart like sunlight streaming in through the window. I felt I understood his intentions.

Xia Lei's company had officially been established; it was a newly formed securities firm, so it wasn't too hectic yet. He often spent time at the office, gradually closing the gap between himself and Wen Xicheng. Whenever they had free time, they would play basketball together, and after a few games, Xia Lei began calling Wen Xicheng "brother-in-law."

He Zifei's company in Jiangnan was not making good progress. Encouraged by us, he and Liu Niyi decided to move north to develop their careers.

My family, friends, and loved ones could finally gather together again, and I felt everything was so beautiful that it seemed almost unreal. One leisurely afternoon, after finishing a rather dull novel, I looked up and turned toward the corner by the window.

"A man immersed in sunlight is working diligently, his eyes fixed on the computer screen. One hand holds a pen while the other grips the mouse, his expression serious. His brows are slightly furrowed, and his lips are pressed tightly together, the curve of his profile somewhat rigid. Perhaps sensing my gaze, he glances over at me, and the moment our eyes meet, his expression softens instantly. As his brow relaxes, a gentle smile appears at the corners of his mouth, full of affection. 

After a few clicks of the mouse, Wen Xicheng stretches lazily and stands up, walking slowly towards me. Even in the simplest dress pants and a shirt, his frame looks exceptionally good, complemented by the unintentional elegance that flows from every gesture, making it hard not to attract attention. 

My gaze follows him until a gentle kiss lands on my forehead. 

"Are you tired?" he asks, glancing at the novel in my hand with a smile. 

I shake my head, returning his smile. "Are you done with your work?" 

"Almost done."

"Are you bored? Should I accompany you for a walk?" 

I tilt my head, considering for a moment. Then I close the book, walk around the bar, and link my arm with his. "Okay, let's go bask in the sun." 

Wen Xicheng smiles and nods, holding my hand. 

I glance at his long fingers and smile with pursed lips. There were many times I felt upset when Amy held his arm, but I never noticed that each time, his other hand was tucked in his pocket—not like now, where he is holding my hand. Though it's a small detail, it conveys a sense of connection and responsiveness. How could I have overlooked such a simple truth back then? 

The willows on both sides of the moat sway gently in the wind. I lean against Wen Xicheng's shoulder, tilting my head back, eyes closed, soaking in the warmth of the sun. 

His chin brushes lightly against my forehead, stirring a slight restlessness within me. 

After a while, I open my eyes and look at him. "Can I tell you something?" 

"What is it?" 

"I have a high school classmate who opened a photography studio and wants me to model for a set of photos." 

"Sounds good. When? Do you want me to accompany you?" 

I think for a moment and nod. "She also wants you to take pictures with me." 

Wen Xicheng frowns slightly and looks down at me. "Do we have to go?" 

I nod firmly. 

He sighs. "Alright." 

I grab his arm, somewhat unenthusiastically, and say, "Aren't you going to ask what type of photos?" 

Wen Xicheng chuckles softly and ruffles my hair. "What type?" 

I stare at him without blinking, and after a few seconds, say, "Wedding photos!" 

The man beside me is instantly stunned, his eyes gradually filling with surprise. 

I turn around, wrap my arms around his neck, and bury my face in his collar, rubbing it gently, feeling somewhat aggrieved. "How long are you going to wait to propose to me?" 

One second, two seconds, three seconds later, I find myself tightly embraced, and a trembling voice whispers in my ear, "Summer, will you marry me?"

I nodded without a hint of hesitation. "Okay!"

A proposal completely devoid of romance caused my eyes to redden instantly. I couldn't wait any longer; I was eager to marry Wen Xicheng, eager to grasp a bit more happiness!

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Chapter 01

"Sister, I promise I'll be good from now on. I won't skip school again, and I won't interfere with your dates with Brother Tang. Please don't kick me out, okay?" Xin Zize sat on the sofa, looking up at the approaching figure, his dark eyes filled with unhidden pleading.

Zhong Yuan walked over step by step, reached out, and embraced the handsome boy, whose solid build allowed her to feel the firm muscle lines through his clothes. She realized she could no longer protect him. 

"Xiaoze, go back with your dad. He will provide you with a better living and learning environment."

Before Xin Zize could respond, Zhong Yuan leaned down and softly kissed his forehead, tears streaming down her face, embedding themselves in the heart of this eighteen-year-old boy, solidifying into a lifetime of memories.

After Xin Zize left, Zhong Yuan felt a profound loneliness, recalling her days in the orphanage—the emptiness and solitude nearly overwhelming her. Late at night, she sat by Xin Zize's bed, reflecting on the fragments of the past twelve years and savoring the bittersweet taste of longing.

When Tang Mu proposed to Zhong Yuan, Xin Zize had already been gone for a month. Zhong Yuan gazed at a pair of adorable cartoon cups on the coffee table, her eyes gradually becoming vacant. These were creations from Xin Zize's handicraft class in middle school: a white mug featuring a drawing of a sister on one side and a brother on the other. He had gifted it to her for her birthday, and she had cried for a long time. That year, Xin Zize's mother had also been her adoptive mother, who had passed away two years earlier.

Xiao Yuan, marry me and let me take care of you!" Tang Mu knelt on one knee, holding out a ring, his gaze ablaze with deep emotion. Zhong Yuan set the cartoon cup into a box, accepted the ring, and replied, "Okay!" Tang Mu stood up, spinning her around in the small living room. Zhong Yuan screamed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, laughing and shedding tears, her eyes still fixed on the small boy depicted on the cartoon cup. It was as if she caught a glimpse of the sorrowful eyes of that young man.

Chapter 02

In the basement of the Xin family villa, Xin Zihan kicked open the tightly shut door. The dark, damp air carried a faint odor of blood, and she squinted to adjust to the dim light within. The room was chaotic, filled with the excited gasps of men, as several muscular figures pummeled a weak body lying in the center.

"Stop!"

Xin Zihan gasped and hurried over, squatting down to shield the boy behind her, yelling, "Get out, just get the hell out!"

The strong men paused their actions but remained resolute. One who appeared to be the leader spoke, "Young Miss, this is what the Young Master instructed. It will be difficult for us to report back if you interfere!"

Xin Zihan's eyes flashed with a hint of pain as she felt someone gently tugging at the hem of her clothes. She turned her head and saw a pair of black eyes filled with agony and panic. Gently gripping his long fingers, she said, "I will bear all the consequences. You go back and tell Xin Ziyang that if he dares to lift a finger against Xiao Ze again, I will take him down with me!"

After the burly men left, Xin Zihan turned around. The boy looked at her, filled with gratitude, but in the next moment, he released her hand and clutched his chest tightly. A few seconds later, he began to groan in pain, and then blood started to seep from the corners of his mouth, ultimately leading him to vomit large gulps of blood. Xin Zihan held him tightly in fear, trembling as she made a phone call. "Doctor…"

"Qin, please come to the villa as soon as possible, and don't alert anyone."

In Xin Zize's bedroom, the person lying on the bed had already changed into clean pajamas. His thin figure under the sheets appeared gaunt, and aside from his pale and haggard complexion, there were no visible signs of being beaten. Accompanied by soft groans, Xin Zize opened his eyes. Upon seeing his surroundings, a fleeting expression of despair and disappointment crossed his face. There were no moon-patterned wallpapers and no caring gaze from Zhong Yuan; he was still trapped in hell. Over the past month, his life had been a relentless cycle of beatings and recovery. This time he was fortunate; he had been saved just before losing consciousness, but he was still a member of the Xin family.

"Xiao Ze, you're awake. Does it hurt a lot?" Xin Zihan walked in with a tray.

Weakly shaking his head, Xin Zize attempted to sit up, but the pain caused him to wince, and he pressed his hand firmly against his stomach. Xin Zihan moved closer to support him against the head of the bed, brushing back his soft black hair, and softly said, "Dr. Qin mentioned it's gastric bleeding due to a long-term irregular diet." Xin Zize looked up at her, a flash of sarcasm flickering in his eyes. "Irregular diet?" Avoiding his gaze, Xin Zihan nodded. "Yes, an irregular diet." The hope in Xin Zize's eyes completely vanished as he slowly turned to lie on his side, murmuring, "I understand. Thank you." 

"In the short term, Ziyang won't bother you. Just focus on your recovery." Xin Zize responded quietly and closed his eyes.

Xin Zihan stood up and pondered for a moment before asking, "Xiao Ze, why did you come back? Didn't I warn you not to return? No one can take the Xin family's fortune from Ziyang." After a brief silence, Xin Zize replied, "Since he knows of my existence, he won't let me go. By coming back, at least she is safe." Xin Zihan understood whom he was referring to.

Zhong Yuan, a recently graduated intern at the hospital, had been the person who treated Xin Zize the best over the past eighteen years.

After a moment of silence, Xin Zihan gently asked, "Do you want to see her?" Xin Zize suddenly turned his head, his eyes brightening as he cautiously replied, "Can I?" Xin Zihan nodded gently, her eyes filled with reluctance. "Don't tell anyone about what happened this past month. I will arrange for you to meet." Xin Zize nodded without hesitation. "I promise I won't tell anyone." "Including Zhong Yuan." Xin Zize's thick eyelashes drooped; "Mm."

Chapter 03

A week later, Zhong Yuan arrived at the Xin family villa. She followed Xin Zihan to the door of Xin Zize's room. "Xiao Ze has had gastric bleeding recently and is still very weak, so please don't stay too long." Zhong Yuan was taken aback. "He didn't have gastric issues before." Xin Zihan lowered her head slightly.

"Maybe it's due to the pressure and lack of appetite since returning. You go in and keep him company; I'll stay downstairs."

Zhong Yuan pushed the door open, her gaze landing on the figure by the window, gradually softening. The young boy standing against the light wore light-colored loungewear, his hands stuffed in his pockets, facing away from her. The sunlight enveloped him, creating a warm aura that perfectly matched the image from her dreams.

"Xiao Ze!" she called softly. The figure by the window paused and then instantly turned around, his handsome features coming to life. Xin Zize rushed over, standing still with a smile. "Sister!" Zhong Yuan smiled gently, but her expression froze. She reached out to caress his cheek, her eyes full of concern. "Why have you lost so much weight?" Xin Zize held her hand and rubbed against it, pulling her to sit at the edge of the bed, resting his head on her shoulder. In a low voice, he said, "I missed you."

Zhong Yuan gently stroked his hair, her smile filled with affection.

After a while, she placed her hand on his stomach and softly said, "How could the gastric bleeding be so severe?" Xin Zize's body trembled slightly as he pressed her hand against his abdomen. "The doctor said it was due to an irregular diet. Please massage it; it hurts." "At your age, how can you still act like a child?" Zhong Yuan teased as she slowly began to rub his stomach.

In the softly lit room, the two of them sat together on the bed, sharing a moment of warmth.

The knock on the door broke the silence after an indeterminate amount of time, and Xin Zihan's voice came through. "Miss Zhong, it's getting late. I should take you back." In the next moment, Xin Zize tightly embraced Zhong Yuan. The strength of his arms caused her pain; inexplicably, she sensed a slight fear emanating from him.

"Xiao Ze, are you not doing well here?" Zhong Yuan let him hold her, speaking softly.

After a long time, a trembling voice emerged from above her head. "Sister, I want to go with you." Tears filled Zhong Yuan's eyes as she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his chest and gently nuzzling him. "Don't be willful. Listen to your father, finish your studies, and inherit the family business. You need to be a responsible man, okay?" Xin Zize pressed his pale lips tightly together, burying his face in the back of Zhong Yuan's neck, inhaling the familiar scent he cherished, and responded softly.

In the end, Zhong Yuan broke free from his embrace and stood up, thinking for a moment before saying, "Tang Mu and I are getting married." A hint of despair flashed in Xin Zize's eyes as he slowly released his grip on her sleeve, lowering his head to ask, "When?" "Next week."

For a long, long time, the bedroom was utterly silent, as if even the sound of breathing had vanished. After another knock on the door, Xin Zize stood up and positioned himself in front of Zhong Yuan. Standing over 1.8 meters tall, Zhong Yuan had to look up to meet his gaze.

Xin Zize smiled faintly, his eyes misty. "Sister, hug me!" Zhong Yuan turned her face away, holding back her tears, and gently wrapped her arms around his waist. Xin Zize's arms hung at his sides as he gazed out the window for a long time before saying, "Sister, what do you think can be done to protect your loved ones?" Zhong Yuan paused momentarily before softly replying, "Become strong." Xin Zize's expression gradually hardened, and his smile spread like the twilight glow on the horizon—both beautiful and desolate.

That night, after Xin Zize returned, he sat at the dining table for the first time, meeting Xin Ziyang's fierce gaze without an ounce of fear. He smiled and addressed the head of the family, Xin Zhenyang, saying, "Dad, I want to go abroad." "Where do you want to go?" "I want to go to Singapore to find Grandpa." His words left everyone present stunned.

After a prolonged silence, Xin Zhenyang looked at him and said in a deep voice, "Is this the result of your serious reflection over the past month?" 

"Yes!" 

"Why?" Xin Zize smiled slightly and glanced at Xin Ziyang. "I want to become strong and have the ability to help my brother share the family business." 

Xin Zihan gasped, glancing at Xin Ziyang, who merely lowered his head, curling his lips into a smile that sent shivers down her spine. After a brief pause, Xin Zhenyang nodded, "Okay!"

Zhong Yuan once said that only by becoming strong can one protect their loved ones. Xin Zize felt that there was no quicker path to strength than delving into the underworld. His grandfather was the head of the largest underground organization in Singapore; he understood the road he was about to embark on and knew that once he made this choice, there would be no turning back. However, he felt he had no choice; he didn't want to be helpless when the time came to protect those he loved, especially not when it came to confronting Xin Ziyang.

The day Xin Zize left was also the day Zhong Yuan got married.

Dressed entirely in black, he blended into the shadows, watching as the bride in white was carried out by the groom. He saw Zhong Yuan looking back repeatedly, tears welling in her eyes. He was almost overtaken by the urge to rush to her, but ultimately, he merely lit a cigarette, watching the flower-adorned black car drive away. He tilted his head, exhaling smoke rings into the sky, allowing his tears to flow inward.

Chapter 04

Three years later.

When Zhong Yuan stepped out of the hospital, she realized it was pouring rain. She stood dazed in the downpour for a moment before slowly making her way to the bus stop. The hurried pedestrians brushed past her, oblivious to the expressionless, frail woman—except for the man in the black sports car not far away.

"Young Master, should I ask Miss Zhong to come over?" the driver in the front seat suggested cautiously.

The man in the back seat, wearing sunglasses, glanced into the distance without replying, picked up an umbrella, and exited the car.

The black suit accentuated Xin Zize's handsome figure as he approached Zhong Yuan step by step, the world around them seemingly frozen in time, serving as his backdrop. Standing before the drenched woman, he removed his sunglasses and tucked them into his chest pocket, carefully pulling out a handkerchief to wipe her wet hair, strand by strand. He remained silent, his heart heavy as he noticed her once bright and gentle eyes now dim and devoid of light. Three months had passed since Tang Mu died in a car accident.

After a long moment, Zhong Yuan's vision finally sharpened, and she looked up at the man in front of her, confusion and uncertainty reflected in her eyes. "Xiao Ze?" Xin Zize briefly closed his eyes and gently nodded, "Sister, I'm back." A flicker of light gradually returned to Zhong Yuan's eyes as she tightly grasped his strong hand, trembling and at a loss for words.

Xin Zize wrapped her in his arms, gently stroking her back, and softly said, "Cry, I'm here!" After three months, Zhong Yuan shed her first tear, sobbing uncontrollably, with all her tears soaking into the man's chest. In truth, Xin Zize felt as though they flowed directly into his heart; her sorrow was his sorrow.

Xin Zize took Zhong Yuan to his villa, completely separate from the Xin family. That night, when he entered Zhong Yuan's bedroom, he found her sitting by the bed, staring blankly out the window. How deeply did she love that man? They hadn't seen each other for three years, yet she showed neither surprise nor joy at his arrival, as if she were merely a soulless body, leaving him heartbroken.

Xin Zize stepped closer, lay down on the bed, and gently held her waist, feeling her slight shiver. He whispered, "Sister, hug me."

Zhong Yuan was drawn back by a distant voice; she turned her head, gently touched the man's cheek behind her, and slowly lay down in his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and patting his back as they had done in their childhood. A profound weariness suddenly overtook Xin Zize, and he soon fell into a deep sleep. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to "sleeping while awake," but that night, he slept until dawn, dreaming of the beautiful times before he turned eighteen.

"Young Master, the cause of Tang Mu's car accident has been clarified." Xin Zize glanced at Zhong Yuan, who was basking in the sun in the courtyard, signaling for the man to continue. "It was the eldest young master's doing. Lawyer Tang took on a rape case, and the defendant was the eldest young master. Moreover, it's said that the day after the accident, Miss Zhong went to the Xin family to look for the eldest young master and was thrown out." Xin Zize crumpled a cigarette pack in his hand, his gaze darkening. "Beat?"

The man in black in front of him stiffened slightly. "Yes, Miss Zhong fainted at the Xin family villa and was taken to the hospital by the young lady, suffering some abrasions on her body. She was discharged three days later, and after that, there was no further entanglement." Xin Zize acknowledged this, and once the man left, he lit a cigarette, looking outside, his expression gradually darkening.

After dinner, Xin Zize routinely went to Zhong Yuan's bedroom, lying on the bed and tilting his head to look at her. Zhong Yuan was reading a book, and noticing his unusual gaze, she looked over in confusion. "What's wrong?" Xin Zize took her hand and placed it on his stomach. "It hurts here; rub it." Zhong Yuan gently rubbed it, casually running her fingers through his hair. "Don't overwork yourself; you've lost weight." Xin Zize slowly closed his eyes, leaning forward and burying his face in her embrace.

"Sister, how did Brother Tang die?" Zhong Yuan trembled and remained silent. "Is it my brother?" "...You knew all along, didn't you?" "..." "Did you come back to me for revenge?" Zhong Yuan pulled her arm away, stood up suddenly, and turned her back to him, remaining silent for a moment. "Yes!" Xin Zize's hand by his side tightened around the quilt, slowly curling up his body.

After that night, Zhong Yuan left the villa and returned to her simple, busy life. Late at night, she finished checking the last ward and walked back to her office. The corridor was quiet, and the dim light fell on the tall, thin figure at the end, causing Zhong Yuan to stop in her tracks, slowly holding her breath. A few seconds later, with the sound of gentle footsteps, the man arrived in front of her. Zhong Yuan lowered her head, not daring to look at him. "What are you here for?" "Zhong Yuan, I love you!" Xin Zize's steady, powerful voice echoed in the empty corridor. Zhong Yuan was stunned and looked up at him.

Xin Zize reached out a finger and gently ran it through her hair, stroking it. "No matter what you need, I will help you, as long as you stay by my side." 

Chapter 05 

Half a year later, the truck driver who accidentally killed Tang Mu and fled was arrested in Northeast China. After meeting him, Xin Zize actively exposed the mastermind behind it all, Xin Ziyang. 

Two weeks later, Xin Ziyang was sentenced to prison, and during this time, Xin Zize took control of all the Xin family properties. 

A month later, Xin Ziyang "committed suicide" in prison. 

On the same day, Zhong Yuan left a letter for Xin Zize and appeared at the airport with a suitcase. 

In the villa, Xin Zize held several sheets of paper in his hand, shaking them slightly before setting them on fire and placing them in the ashtray. 

His phone rang, and he answered. 

"Hello?" 

"Young Master, Miss Zhong has been picked up; we're on our way back." 

"Okay." 

After hanging up, he stood up, put on his coat, and left the villa wearing sunglasses.

At dinner, Zhong Yuan sat at the dining table, watching the girl beside Xin Zize, her face growing paler. 

"Zize, aren't you feeling well? Why are you eating so little?" The girl's gaze remained fixed on the man beside her, love evident in her eyes. 

"I'm not hungry; you should eat more," Xin Zize replied with a gentle smile, thoughtfully serving her soup. 

"You always tell me to eat more; I've already put on some weight." 

Xin Zize pinched her cheek, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "A little extra flesh feels nice to the touch." 

His words instantly flushed the cheeks of the girl beside him, while Zhong Yuan, across from them, looked pale. 

After the meal, the driver took the girl away, and Zhong Yuan followed Xin Zize into the bedroom. 

"When did you meet her?" 

"The day I returned to the country." 

Zhong Yuan shivered, biting her lip as she gazed at Xin Zize. "What do you want?"

The lighter sparked to life with a faint blue flame, casting light on the man's slightly pale face on the sofa, his presence wrapped in an eerie calm. "You should know what I want."

Zhong Yuan steadied herself against the edge of the bed, struggling to speak. "I will stay; please don't hurt Xiao Qian." 

"She's your biological sister; how could I bring myself to hurt her? Speaking of which, she should count as my sister too. This kind of incestuous feeling is rather novel." 

Zhong Yuan closed her eyes in despair. "I am willing to do anything for you. Please, spare her; she is still so young." 

Xin Zize lowered his head, then raised his eyes to meet hers, exhaling a ring of smoke. "Anything? Including falling in love with me?" 

Zhong Yuan bit her lip, falling silent. 

Xin Zize stood up, flicked the hem of his clothes, and walked toward the door. "When you fall in love with me, I will spare her." With that, he opened the door and left.

Since that day, Xin Zize often brought Xiao Qian back to the villa but never allowed her to stay overnight.

At night, Xin Zize slept beside Zhong Yuan without any gentle requests, while Zhong Yuan, after crying until she had no more tears, was left feeling numb. 

What she didn't know was that once she fell into a deep sleep, Xin Zize would hold her in his arms, kissing the places he had harmed, his eyes filled with pain and fragility. 

Gradually, Xin Zize stopped bringing Xiao Qian back, and he himself only returned intermittently. Although he still slept in Zhong Yuan's bedroom, there were no longer any demands; he simply held her, staring at the ceiling for the entire night. 

When Xin Zize had not returned for a week, Zhong Yuan received a call from Xiao Qian. 

"Sister Yuan, Zize is in the hospital. Can you come and see him?" 

Zhong Yuan's face turned pale. "Xiao Qian, what did you say?" 

"Zize is hospitalized due to a bleeding stomach. When he was unconscious, he kept calling your name."

"Can you come and see him?" 

Xiao Qian's voice was tinged with tears. Zhong Yuan hung up the phone and hurried to the hospital. 

In the hospital room, Zhong Yuan stared at the pale, unconscious figure on the bed, her expression softening gradually. After Xiao Qian left, she sat by the bed, gently tucking in the quilt. 

"Sister." Xin Zize, having awakened without her realizing it, looked at her and called softly. 

Zhong Yuan took his outstretched hand. "How do you feel?" 

Pulling her hand to his stomach, Xin Zize whispered, "It hurts. It hurts a lot." 

"Why don't you take better care of yourself?" Zhong Yuan's eyes were filled with concern. 

"Are you still going to care?" Xin Zize looked at her, a sense of desolation etched on his face. 

Zhong Yuan reached out to smooth his damp black hair, nodding, "Yes, you will always be my brother, my family." 

Xin Zize closed his eyes, gripping her hand tighter before slowly letting go and saying, "Sister, hug me!" 

Zhong Yuan leaned down, wrapping her slender body around him, and as she looked down, tears streamed down her neck. 

Three months later, in Provence. 

Zhong Yuan sat on the grass, gazing at the distant fields of lavender, her face tranquil, a gentle smile gracing her lips. 

Checking the time, she stood up to walk back. 

Entering the study, she turned on her computer and saw Xiao Qian already online; she smiled and initiated a video chat. 

"Sister, I miss you very much." 

"I miss you too. Are you busy with classes?" 

"Not really. Can you come back for the summer vacation?" 

"Work here is quite demanding; it might be difficult. Why don't you come over? I'll take you out to have some fun." 

Xiao Qian on the screen bowed her head in silence for a moment, seemingly struggling greatly. Then she raised her head and said softly, "Sister, come back. Zi Ze is not doing well." 

Zhong Yuan pursed her lips and remained silent. 

"Sister, he is dying!" 

"Late-stage stomach cancer; surgery is no longer an option." 

"He knew about his condition before you left, but he kept it from everyone and didn't seek treatment. Sister, please come back to help him; he is living each day in pain!"

Zhong Yuan returned to the country. When she arrived at the villa with her luggage, she saw Xin Zi Ze sitting in a wheelchair, smiling at her. In the sunlight, his skin had an unhealthy pallor, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. She walked over, crouched beside him, held his thin, frail hands, and buried her face in his lap, crying until her eyes were red. Xin Zi Ze stroked her hair, smiling weakly, "I've finally waited for you."

After insisting on being discharged from the hospital, Xin Zi Ze moved back to their original apartment with Zhong Yuan. His condition deteriorated rapidly; the medication was no longer effective, and he could only resign himself to fate. They did not wait for a miracle; a month and a half later, he passed away.

On the day he left, the sun was bright and warm. He sat in a reclining chair, leaning against Zhong Yuan, smiling faintly, calm and content. His last words spoken in this world were, "Sister, hug me!"

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That night, when I returned home with Wen Xicheng for dinner, we shared our decision to get married. Xia Lei paused with his chopsticks in mid-air, gave me a thumbs-up, and mouthed with a mischievous grin, "You've got guts!"

I shot him a glare and turned to face my parents. "Dad, Mom, I hope you can agree." At the same time, Wen Xicheng gently held my hand under the table. "Uncle, Auntie, I will take good care of Xia Tian."

My mom glanced at my dad while serving rice and said, "You're not young anymore; it's time for marriage, right, Old Xia?" 

My dad remained silent, and we all held our breath. After a long pause, his deep voice finally broke the silence: "You all act so rashly in everything. Do you decide such a significant matter as marriage without discussing it with the adults? Can this little decision of yours really hold?"

"Old Xia!" My mom tugged at his sleeve, her face a little embarrassed.

Just as I was about to speak, I felt Wen Xicheng's grip tighten. 

"Uncle, you misunderstood. We haven't made a decision; we just want to propose an idea. Ultimately, we still need you to decide."

I looked at Wen Xicheng, his face brimming with sincerity. My dad said nothing, but after a few minutes, he suddenly stood up and walked toward the study, muttering to himself, "No way, I need to check the calendar to see which day is suitable for the wedding banquet. Also, I need to consider whom to invite. My daughter is finally getting married; let's see who dares to look down on me in the future."

We exchanged glances, and Wen Xicheng bowed his head, laughing with a slight shake of his shoulders. 

Once the wedding date was set, everyone became incredibly busy. Wen Xicheng was occupied with buying a house and booking the banquet, my dad focused on printing invitations, my mom busied herself with preparing the dowry, and Xia Lei tirelessly searched for a wedding car, insisting on organizing the most spectacular wedding in town. 

In comparison, I was the most relaxed one. During the quiet moments at the bookshop, I contacted my classmates to arrange for wedding photos and occasionally participated in discussions about the wedding details, which were mostly brushed aside.

They said my IQ wasn't enough, but I just found it laborious.

Days passed, busy yet fulfilling. Then, Lu Xiangdong appeared at the door of the bookshop, and I suddenly remembered that Feng Chuchuan had seemingly not been around since the New Year. I looked up at him and smiled, "Mr. Lu." Lu Xiangdong pressed his lips together and approached me, saying, "I've known for a long time that you opened this bookshop, but I just didn't dare to come by. Xia Tian, it's been a while." As he spoke, he gave me a gentle hug. My eyes felt a bit warm, and my heart tightened slightly; I even found it somewhat moving. In fact, he and I were not very familiar, but his gesture didn't feel out of place. Seeing him brought back many hazy memories of that beautiful ancient city in Jiangnan, a sentiment I wouldn't have experienced even if I had encountered Feng Chuchuan.

After sitting down, I asked, "Did you come to see me for a reason?"

Lu Xiangdong lowered his head slightly and sipped his milk tea, saying, "I think I should apologize first." I stirred the little spoon in surprise, "What do you have to apologize for?" "There is. On the day of the bidding, Chuchuan revealed his thoughts to me, and I should have told you then." "Does it make any difference?" Lu Xiangdong looked at me, as if trying to decipher the meaning behind my words. "It does; at least you and your boyfriend wouldn't have broken up." I smiled, "We're getting married soon."

Lu Xiangdong froze for a moment, a flicker of struggle crossing his face. He checked the time, pulled out a business card, and handed it to me, smiling, "Then I'll congratulate you in advance. Be sure to send me an invitation. I have some things to attend to this afternoon, so I'll take my leave." As I stood up with him, I hesitated and finally asked, "Has something happened to Feng Chuchuan?" He tightened his lips and looked up at me.

I shrugged. "You wouldn't come here for no reason; just say what you want." 

"The company is very busy, but Chuchuan refuses to hire an assistant. After the New Year, he was engaged in a project out of town, and since his return, he hasn't been well. A few days ago, he was hospitalized due to heart disease. The doctor has examined him and reported mild heart failure, with a trend of worsening symptoms." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Could you please go and see him?" 

The next day, I went to visit Feng Chuchuan. Wen Xicheng dropped me off at the hospital entrance but showed no intention of getting out of the car. 

I turned to look at him. "Aren't you coming in with me?" 

He shook his head, smiling as he ruffled my hair. "Just say hi for me." As I stepped out of the car, he called after me, "I'll wait for you in the parking lot." 

I leaned in closer and looked at him. "Why don't you want to come inside?" 

Wen Xicheng turned the steering wheel, his expression slightly awkward, and quietly said, "I just worry you might have trouble getting a taxi later, that's all. How about I head back to the bookstore first? Just call me when you come out." 

I laughed, waving my hand as I turned away. "No need, I'll be out quickly. I still need to go pick the style of the wedding photos later." 

When I reached outside Feng Chuchuan's hospital room, I felt very calm, as if I were visiting an ordinary friend. I knocked on the door and walked in, noticing Lu Xiangdong was also there, which helped ease my unease. 

The man in the hospital bed looked composed as before; he was propped up with a laptop resting on his legs, clearly busy with work. 

However, he had lost a lot of weight, his face almost devoid of color. 

Beside the bed was an oxygen bag, and the breathing mask lay next to the pillow. 

His gaze toward me no longer held the previous calmness; it seemed a bit evasive but also carried a hint of joy, gradually breaking the calm smile on my face.

Lu Xiangdong packed up the computer in front of him, said hello to me, and stepped out. Once we were alone in the room, Feng Chuchuan spoke, "You're here, sit down." 

I placed the fruit basket aside and sat on the stool by the bed, "Are you feeling better?" 

He smiled, "Not bad, nothing serious. Is the bookstore busy?" 

"Not busy, quite relaxed." After some thought, I added, "My dad has a classmate who is a heart disease expert; he's out of the country for the next few days. When he returns, I'll help you get introduced."

Feng Chuchuan didn't answer. Instead, he slowly lowered his head, his hands tightly clasped together. I couldn't help but notice the few conspicuous silver strands in his thick black hair, and an indescribable pang of sorrow surged within me. As tears filled my eyes, the ice in my heart began to thaw.

After a long while, he looked up at me, his eyes revealing a sincere smile. "Do you still consider me a friend?" At that moment, I felt I should say something, such as that I had already forgiven him or that I could understand his struggles, but I simply nodded gently, unable to utter a word. Feng Chuchuan smiled faintly, tinged with melancholy, "Thank you."

I understood that I could no longer stand by his side in battle, nor could I offer him unconditional trust. All I could say was that I would still regard him as a friend. An ordinary friend at that.

For the next half hour, we discussed some matters related to his company. When I raised my wrist to check the time, Feng Chuchuan asked, "Do you have something to do soon?" After a moment's thought, I nodded. "Then I'll walk you down." As he started to get out of bed, I hurriedly stood up and grabbed his arm, "No, you shouldn't move around." Feng Chuchuan glanced down and smiled, "I'm not that fragile. I've been lying in bed for several days, and I also want to go out for a walk." Sensing the subtle sadness in his tone, I loosened my grip. "Alright."

As Feng Chuchuan and I walked side by side out of the hospital wing, he shielded his eyes with the back of his hand and looked up at the sun for a moment before turning to face me. "Are you getting married?" I hadn't expected him to say that suddenly and was taken aback for a moment before nodding, "Yeah." He smiled and asked, "Is there no invitation for me?" Under the sunlight, his smile appeared particularly warm. After hesitating for a moment, I pulled an invitation out of my bag and handed it to him. He took it, gently stroking the golden lettering on it, and after a long while, he smiled and said, "If I hadn't asked, wouldn't you have planned to give it to me?" I replied, "I knew you would definitely ask." He teased, "Oh really? So you're starting to be clever with me?"

He spoke in such a casual manner that I couldn't discern his true feelings. Just as I was about to say goodbye, I suddenly noticed him open his arms and embrace me without warning. Before I could protest, his deep and trembling voice whispered in my ear, "I wish you happiness!" As I pulled away from his embrace, I sniffed and softly said, "You should find an assistant to help you." He replied, "Okay."

After bidding farewell to Feng Chuchuan, I walked step by step toward the parking lot. The bittersweet emotions swelling within me gradually gave way to sweetness as I caught sight of the tall figure not far away. Wen Xicheng leaned against the car, arms crossed, slightly tilting his head back with eyes closed, basking in the sun. There was no impatience in his expression, only a sense of calm and tranquility, as if he would wait for me here no matter how long it took.

I approached him, and Wen Xicheng sensed my movement and opened his eyes. Upon seeing me, a smile immediately spread across his face. He grasped my hand, gently tugged me closer, and pulled me into his embrace. My cheek rested against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and inhaling the faint mint scent from him; the feeling of happiness surged within me, raw and intense.

At the studio of a classmate, she gaped when she saw Wen Xicheng. Before she noticed me, I quickly pulled her aside. "Show me the wedding dress collection." She shook my arm while glancing at the man sitting on the sofa, "No need to choose; I've already ordered it for you. It's a royal-style gown; your husband is just like a perfect prince!" I secretly delighted in this, asking her, "So, I'm a princess then?" She turned to look at me, stroking her chin as she said, "I have an outfit that suits you even better."

Several minutes later, Wen Xicheng and I appeared before the mirror in our outfits. I looked at him in his white attire, handsome and charming, and then at my own outfit; turning to him, I said with a frown, "Why am I a..." 

"Why am I a maid?" 

Wen Xicheng took my hand, his face filled with joy, clearly satisfied with this pairing. 

A classmate walked over, gently touching the maid's hat on my head and said, "Silly girl, this look is actually in vogue now. Princes never liked princesses; Cinderella is just a fairy tale. Only the little maid is their dream companion, right, Your Highness?" 

Wen Xicheng turned to look at me, smiling faintly. Although he didn't say anything, I could tell from the happiness in his eyes that he agreed with this statement.

I withdrew my hand to adjust his bow tie, thinking to myself: No wonder he relies on me so much and finds it hard to let go.

No wonder I always indulge him; I can never resist his requests. It seems I'm not really a Cinderella, but more like his devoted little maid! But once the little maid takes charge, the prince probably won't have any privileges anymore! Thinking of this, I laughed so hard I could hardly close my mouth. Wen Xicheng looked momentarily surprised before pulling me into his embrace. As we both smiled foolishly at our reflections in the mirror, I felt that my happy life was about to begin. 

"The Grand Finale"