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Chapter 4409: All My Life (Added Update)

Long Chuyu took a sip of water, composed himself, and then spoke, "Haven't I already explained this to you? I didn't know Zi Yan she..."

"Heh, Zi Yan, Zi Yan, still calling her so intimately even now." Madam Long's eyes flashed with disgust. "Back then, if I hadn't taken the first step to confront that hussy Ding Ziyan, Long Chuyu, tell me, whose place would this Madam Long's position be today?"

Long Chuyu, being rebuked by his wife in front of his son, naturally lost face and angrily waved his sleeve. "Unreasonable."

He then turned and walked into the inner hall without another word, no longer willing to discuss with Madam Long.

Madam Long turned to look at the awkward Long Hui. "Hui'er, you've been working hard and tired these past few days. Just rest well at home; don't go anywhere."

Long Hui quickly said, "But, Mother."

"There's no 'but' about it," Madam Long pulled her son along. "What does it have to do with you whether that brat Ding Yun lives or dies? Just let him go stir up trouble with the Crown Prince of Shenzhou and his group. When others can't stand him, they'll naturally drive him back."

"But?" Long Hui was dragged out by Madam Long, rubbing his temples in a headache.

Sometimes, when women became unreasonable, no one could persuade them.

...

Mu Xingchen nudged Mo Lian's elbow, glancing towards the railing. His sister had been leaning by the railing, gazing at the deepening twilight over the blue sky and water, for at least half an hour.

"Are you really not going to talk to her?"

Mo Lian cast a sideways glance at him, shaking his head slightly. "Let her have some quiet time alone."

He understood his Qiao Qiao too well. No matter how resolute her words, breaking ties with the Forgetfulness River Dragon Clan today, severing connections with her mother's family, reaching this point, she surely wouldn't feel good inside.

Mu Xingchen sighed. As he looked up, he saw Sikong Fuling and Ding Yun walking side by side.

"Young Master Ding, Miss Sikong." Mu Xingchen rose to offer them a seat.

Mo Lian casually looked up at the two.

"Oh, how come there's only tea and no wine?" Young Master Ding chuckled as he sat down, picked up a teacup, and unceremoniously poured himself a cup.

Mo Lian looked at him with deep eyes. "You?"

"You've heard of my mother, Ding Ziyan, right?" Ding Yun smiled, drank the tea in one gulp, and put down the cup, looking at Mo Lian. "A regrettable affair with Long Chuyu in her youth."

"And then there was me, this dashing young master."

"Big Brother!" Sikong Fuling couldn't stand his self-deprecating tone and looked at him unhappily.

"Alright, alright," Ding Yun said with a grin. "As a son, I naturally can't comment on my parents' past. In any case, I'm quite familiar with this area; I wasn't lying to you."

"When I was little, my mother brought me here, and we lived for a while."

"I was so young then, didn't understand anything at all, didn't know why we had to stay in this vast, cold, damp place surrounded by water."

"Later, I found out."

"Waiting for someone, especially waiting for someone for all your life, is such a difficult thing," Young Master Ding said with a faint, self-mocking smile.

Sikong Fuling turned to look at him, her eyes subtly shifting.

"Oh, what are those expressions?" Young Master Ding retracted his faraway gaze, looked back at Mo Lian and Mu Xingchen, and laughed heartily, "No, please don't pity me."