Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1153: The Person Who Silently Guarded for Two Years and Yearned Day and Night for Three Years

Chapter 1153: Chapter 1153: The Person Who Silently Guarded for Two Years and Yearned Day and Night for Three Years

Ni Peipei knew that not only could she not help by going in, but she might even implicate herself.

She couldn’t go back to her family for help either; her family members would never offend the scions of high birth inside the room just because of someone like Chen Jingyi.

Behind these arrogant and depraved animals were unshakeable statuses and powers.

Ni Peipei had witnessed with her own eyes how Chen Jingyi was humiliated on the ground by Yu Kun before he was thrown to a few scions, who were restless, full of malice, and curious about new forms of torment.

Standing outside the door, Ni Peipei bit her mouth so hard it bled, with bloodshot eyes filled with bloodlust and hatred.

Having been spoiled from childhood, that night she saw her beloved being humiliated, his pride shattered, crying and begging for mercy.

All she could do was watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

It wasn’t until dawn was almost breaking that they left the private room one by one, each showing a look of relief and satisfaction.

But the siblings inside had endured torture that was even more painful than the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

The last to leave the room were a man and a woman, who stumbled out linking arms.

The woman the man embraced was the same one in black who had hit Chen Jingyi’s sister earlier, and he asked with a smirk, "Peipei, are you satisfied this time?"

The girl flicked her hair and glanced at the man with a mocking and triumphant smile.

"Hmph! That bitch dared to compete with me for a man!"

"It sounds like you’re satisfied," the man said, leaning in to smell her hair, his eyes revealing a sinister gleam, "Does that mean I should get a sweet reward?"

The girl pushed the man away, spat at him, "Haven’t you had enough of that bitch inside? Get away from me, you reek of sleaziness!"

The man, undeterred, grabbed the girl’s hand, speaking in a sticky voice, "Then I’ll go home and wash up, and we can meet up another day?"

"We’ll talk about that later!"

Hearing this, the man knew she had agreed.

He chased after her with a giggling face, taking liberties with the girl.

This scene was witnessed by Ni Peipei, who hid in the shadows.

The girl who walked ahead was her twin sister.

"Somebody’s dead!"

"Quick, come here! There’s a dead person!"

When the club’s staff discovered Chen Jingyi and his sister lying in a pool of blood in the private room, one was dead and the other injured, the scene was too gruesome to bear.

Ni Peipei didn’t have the courage to look; she knelt on the ground, her legs trembling, holding back the scream in her throat as she cried silently.

Listening to Ni Peipei calmly recount the events from over thirty years ago, Qin Ruan’s expression remained calm, seemingly indifferent, but the light in her eyes darkened visibly at a terrifying speed.

She frowned slightly, looking at Chen Family’s Mrs. Chen, who was frail in figure and had an elegant and aristocratic demeanor, and asked in perplexity, "According to you, the girl who left the room last was named Ni Peipei. So who are you?"

Mrs. Chen turned her head, her eyes warm and kind as she looked at Qin Ruan, "My name is Ni Shanshan."

Qin Ruan’s brows furrowed deeply, "Is there any follow-up to the old case from thirty years ago?"

Mrs. Chen sat up straight and lifted an album from the table nearby that was covered with succulents.

She looked down at the album, at the girl in the stickpin sweaters and black leggings, with heavy makeup on her face, her eyes reflecting a mix of nostalgia and hatred.

The girl in the album was clearly styled in the retro fashion from over thirty years ago, reminiscent of a delinquent girl from that era.

Mrs. Chen handed the album to Qin Ruan with a slight smile, "This is my sister, Chen Peipei."

Qin Ruan glanced at it and said indifferently, "She’s dead."

Mrs. Chen’s face lit up with satisfaction, tightly clutching the photo album in her hand before finally speaking, "Indeed, she’s been dead for over thirty years."

Qin Ruan took in her expression and movements closely, "I still don’t understand why you would assume your sister’s identity."

"It was Jingyi who mistook me," the old lady said with barely concealed sorrow, silently lowering her head, whispering so softly it was almost inaudible, "But Peipei was ultimately my sister. Jingyi was consumed with hatred for those who humiliated him and his siblings that night. I belong to the Ni family. Had I not been useful, I would have been dead too. I have only myself to blame for all that I am enduring now."

By the end, her tone had softened significantly, and she looked up once more at the mutated Purple Mandala Flower in front of her.

Qin Ruan asked aloud, "I wonder, what did the gentle young man whose pride was crushed all those years ago go on to do?"

Mrs. Chen placed the album back on the table and continued discussing the unfinished stories from thirty years earlier with Qin Ruan.

That year, when Chen Jingyi and his sister were discovered and taken to the hospital, he survived, but his body was ruined. The pain he endured was so severe that he couldn’t get out of his hospital bed.

His sister had already breathed her last in the private room.

This pair of misfortunate siblings also had an elderly grandmother.

Upon learning of her grandchildren’s plight, Grandma Chen was overcome with rage and fainted, never to open her eyes again.

When Chen Jingyi awoke, the three members of the Chen family were all gone.

Chen Jingyi’s health was in such shambles that he lay in bed for half a month, having missed his enrollment date at the university in Capital City.

One day, he vanished from the hospital.

The once proud and ambitious young man reappeared three years later.

Subsequently, one wealthy family after another in Qing City met with calamity. Those who had coveted Ni Peipei in the nightclub were the first to suffer; a fire engulfed their two-story house, killing everyone inside, including the servants.

The families that had once humiliated Chen Jingyi and his sister also met with misfortune, and eventually, it reached the Ni Family.

At that time, Ni Shanshan was getting ready to return to her provincial university, as Ni Family’s calamity struck toward the end of summer vacation.

Since Chen Jingyi’s incident, her personality had changed. She was no longer the lively and cheerful person she was before and had constant, fierce confrontations with her sister Ni Peipei, causing endless quarrels at home.

Ni Shanshan still remembered that night vividly—coming home from a high school reunion to find her sister collapsed at the doorstep.

There wasn’t a single unharmed spot on her body; the dreadful injuries were horrific to behold, naked and exposed.

At that moment, Ni Shanshan realized it was Ni Family’s turn.

Ever since wealthy merchants in Qing City began encountering mishaps one after another, she had a feeling that Chen Jingyi had returned.

He had come back for revenge, to punish all those who had once inflicted pain upon him and his sister.

On the night she saw her sister’s body, Ni Shanshan felt an eerie calm within.

She stared unblinkingly at the body on the ground, feeling a perverse sense of satisfaction and relief.

For three years, she harbored a deep hatred for Ni Peipei.

"Woof, woof..."

The sound of a dog barking came from behind.

Ni Shanshan slowly turned around, locking eyes with the man chasing after the dog.

In that instant, surprise and shock sparkled in both their eyes.

It was Chen Jingyi.

Three years had passed, and he still shone so brightly.

The once vibrant and spirited demeanor had become restrained; perhaps the harrowing experiences of that year had smoothed out his edges over these three years.