Yun Muqing sneezed; the bone-chilling coldness made her shiver all over, and she nearly passed out several times. But when
she thought of why she was here, of poor Chu Feng about to suffer revenge at the hands of that maniacal psycho Li Ziyang, a
chill ran down her spine and her pretty eyes filled with determination once again.
“Yun Muqing, how could you back down at a moment like this? Chu Feng has helped you so many times, so how can you watch
him be tortured by that psycho Li Ziyang as revenge? That responsibility is yours to bear and yours alone. Even if you can’t
cancel the engagement, you must beg Grandpa to tell Li Ziyang that Chu Feng must not be involved. Hold on! Just a little bit
longer and you’ll be able to meet Grandpa! I’m sure of it!” Yun Muqing told herself, remembering the day she was banished from
this house five years ago and how similar it was to her current situation.
It had also been raining heavily that day, and the cold was no less harsh. That day, she’d just given birth to Duo Duo and knelt
outside the Yun manor in absolute grief, begging them to let her feed her daughter some milk, to let her innocent daughter live.
The heavy rain that day blurred her vision, but she could see the true colors of those people perfectly and to this day, she kept
that sight within her heart.
“Heh, this is no big deal. If push comes to shove, I’ll just kneel one more time.” Yun Muqing lifted her pretty face and fixed her
gaze upon the imposing manor, allowing the rain to sting her face as it pleased. After all, motherhood toughens even the gentlest
ladies.
Amidst the storm battering the Yun Peak Villa, a woman dressed as a servant ran out into the rain toward her. “Miss, why are you
still standing here? You’re going to catch a cold in this heavy rain. Please put on some clothes,” the woman said emphatically,
then hastily draped a jacket over Yun Muqing’s shoulders.
She was Yun Muqing’s former nanny, Mrs. Zhao, and she was one of the few people who cared about Yun Muqing and Duo Duo
in the entire villa. Yun Muqing instinctively held onto the jacket, shivering as her ice-cold fingers warmed up. “Thank you, Mrs.
Zhao. Has Grandpa agreed to see me?” Yun Muqing asked through chattering teeth, her petite face expressed no intention of
leaving.
Mrs. Zhao’s heart hurt for Yun Muqing, and she sighed hesitantly. “Miss, why torture yourself like this? You know that once the
Master makes up his mind, not even an eight-horse-carriage can take it back. You’ll never be able to call off your engagement
with the Li family. Please go home, Miss. The Master will never see you, and what if something happens to you with this rain?
What will Duo Duo do? Can you bear to see her lose her mother, after growing up without a father?”
Mrs. Zhao’s words sent a pang through Yun Muqing’s heart. But then Chu Feng’s determined face appeared in her mind, and
she doubled down with gritted teeth as she said, “I’d never forgive myself if I leave just like this. If Grandpa won’t see me, then I’ll
stand here until he does.” Her personal grudges should never have been the responsibility of an innocent man like Chu Feng,
especially when it came to their revenge on her.
“But...” Mrs. Zhao found herself speechless. She knew what her young mistress was like, how her gentle appearance concealed
an impossibly big and determined heart. If she didn’t get what she wanted, then she’d never give up this easily.
Mrs. Zhao seemed to hesitate, then she made up her mind and said, “Fine, then I’ll leverage whatever dignity I have left and ask
the Master if he can see you. After all, I’ve served him for over twenty years, and he’s always taken good care of us old
servants.”
Yun Muqing gripped Mrs. Zhao’s hand and thanked her profusely, “Thank you so much, Mrs. Zhao—”
“Don’t mention it, Miss. Back when my useless boy stole the Yun family’s money for gambling, we’d have been beaten to death if
it weren’t for your kindness and your repayment of our debts.” Mrs. Zhao got so touched, she choked up even while she wiped
her tears and dashed toward the Yun manor.
It was then, a loud creak was heard...