Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1157: The Time Given to Us in This Life Is Too Short

Chapter 1157: Chapter 1157: The Time Given to Us in This Life Is Too Short

Qin Ruan had just gotten into the car when Huo Yunjiao drew her into his embrace.

The cool, thin lips touched her reddened cheek caused by annoyance and embarrassment.

Just as Qin Ruan prepared to struggle free, Huo Yunjiao’s soft and gentle voice rang out, "We’re home."

This time, Qin Ruan did not resist and obediently nestled in his embrace to soak up the familiar scent.

Thinking of Ni Shanshan and Chen Jingyi, the elderly couple who had been entangled with each other almost their entire lives, she felt an indescribable sourness well up from the bottom of her heart.

Chen Jingyi stood outside the iron gate, watching the Huo Family’s motorcade fade into the twilight.

He stood there for a long time before turning around to walk back, his steps steady yet heavy.

Ni Shanshan was sitting in the dining room with her daughter, Chen Sixing; whatever mother and daughter were talking about, their laughter was ceaseless. As Chen Jingyi entered the room, he heard their cheerful laughter.

He took off his coat and walked toward the merry voices of his wife and daughter.

Seeing his figure, the laughter in Ni Shanshan’s eyes grew even more intense, and with a smile, the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes became more pronounced.

Despite the best maintenance, they could not stop the passage of time; they had ultimately grown old.

As if nothing had happened, Ni Shanshan waved to her lifelong companion, "We were just waiting for you. Come, dinner’s ready."

Chen Jingyi’s intelligent eyes turned towards the silver hair on her head, his heart suddenly felt as if it was harshly pricked by a needle—it was different from the traumatic experiences of the past; it wasn’t painful, but it was unbearably uncomfortable.

He didn’t look at his daughter but walked straight toward Ni Shanshan.

As Ni Shanshan sat in her chair and was embraced, she felt a dampness on her neck and her once wise eyes, now clouded with age, suddenly showed the same confusion and panic of her girlhood days.

"Jingyi, what’s wrong with you?" she asked with unease in her tone, her first thought being whether their old enemies still had loose ends.

If that were the case, she wouldn’t mind plotting again to lend her beloved a helping hand.

Seeing her parents in an intimate moment, Chen Sixing gestured to Auntie Zhang, who was busy in the dining room.

Auntie Zhang put down the utensils in her hand, and her somber eyes focused on the embracing Chen Jingyi and Ni Shanshan, her somewhat stiff face revealing a touch of relief.

She nodded at Chen Sixing and left the dining room, giving the large space to the couple who were experiencing a burst of true affection, decades in the making.

Ni Shanshan received no reply for a long time and patted the arm wrapped around her shoulders, "How can you still act like this in front of the children? Aren’t you embarrassed?"

She feigned nonchalance with a light-hearted chirp though her heart was filled with concern.

Chen Jingyi looked up with reddened eyes, a warm, scholarly smile on his face, and he gently caressed Ni Shanshan’s aged face, his voice tender and wistful, "After all these years, I haven’t taken you traveling. Life’s left us with so little time, let’s go see the world together, shall we?"

Ni Shanshan stared at Chen Jingyi with a probing look, asking softly, "Why do you suddenly have such an idea?"

Chen Jingyi’s gaze did not falter, and with the back of his hand, he gently rubbed her face, "I want to give you some beautiful memories."

Ni Shanshan seemed unaccustomed to his overt tenderness, her eyes looking downward, "But who will take care of the flowers and plants at home?"

Chen Jingyi: "Auntie Zhang is here."

He bowed his head and placed a kiss on the wrinkled forehead of his wife.

That night, after Ni Shanshan lay in bed asleep, Chen Jingyi put on his coat and quietly left the room, descending the stairs to Auntie Zhang’s room.

The other party sat at the edge of the bed, dressed properly as if she had known that Chen Jingyi would come.

When the room door was pushed open from the outside, she got up, a barely discernible faint smile emerged in her gloomy eyes.

Chen Jingyi closed the room door, strode to Sister Zhang’s side, and embraced her, "You’ve worked hard all these years."

Sister Zhang raised her hand to pat his shoulder and sighed softly, "It’s not hard. Ali has passed, and those beasts from the past are all dead. We should let go now."

Chen Jingyi said, "I know, I know it all, but I regret it. I shouldn’t have agreed to Ali. I shouldn’t have let Ashan suffer through the pain of this past month."

Sister Zhang’s patting paused slightly, and she spoke in a hoarse voice, "It was Ali’s last wish. Even knowing Ashan was not the enemy, she couldn’t rest in peace for the indifference Ashan showed back then. You’ve spoiled that child."

Chen Jingyi released Sister Zhang, stepping back two paces, looking at the slightly younger-looking Sister Zhang, "Sister, I regret it. I never knew what Ashan did.

I thought as long as I protected her, as long as Ali didn’t bother her, everything would be fine. But she inevitably got involved, and did those things without me knowing."

His eyes intently fixed on Sister Zhang’s, he asked gravely, "Sister, do you know the things Ashan did? I need to hear the truth."

Sister Zhang averted her gaze, her voice calm, "I know."

Chen Jingyi’s lips quivered slightly, he questioned out loud, "Why, why get her involved?!"

Sister Zhang, without lifting her head, said, "Ashan is a kind and deeply feeling child, some things don’t need my explanation, you should be clear about them in your heart."

That’s right, Ni Shanshan had always liked Chen Jingyi.

She would do anything for him.

What did murder matter to her? She clearly knew Chen Jingyi was the killer and still chose to marry him without hesitation.

Her guilt towards her sister and affection for him tormented her constantly.

Chen Jingyi had lain beside her for over thirty years, how could he not understand the bitter fruit she reaped in this marriage.

She really was willing to live and die for him, a girl who was so kind and scared of blood in her youth, but now dared to kill for him.

Chen Jingyi closed his eyes tightly and massaged his temple, the fine lines at the corner of his eyes pulled taut in his distress.

Taking a deep breath, he apologized to Sister Zhang, "Sister, I’m sorry."

Sister Zhang touched her hair, having looked in the mirror these past few days, she had noticed some white hairs.

Facing her junior brother’s apology, she gave a faint smile, "It’s good that you’ve come to terms. The girl who came today has skills. She had already seen through our identities. I thought today was going to be disastrous.

These righteous mystic masters have always detested evil, and her letting us off shows that what we did had some justification. We’ve struggled for most of a lifetime, it’s time to rest. You should live a good life from now on, and I should return to the mountain."

Chen Jingyi, with reluctance showing on his face, urged her to stay, "Sister, please stay. Ashan is so clever, she probably has long guessed our relationship is not simple."

Sister Zhang said, "Even if she knows, after so many years out, I want to go back and see those disciples. The number of Gu Masters from the Miao ethnic group is dwindling, and I want to train a few more disciples while I still have a few decades to live."

Knowing she couldn’t be persuaded to stay, Chen Jingyi pursed his lips unhappily, "When are you leaving, Sister?"

Sister Zhang pointed to the corner where the suitcase, which had already been packed, was placed.

"Tonight."

Chen Sixing woke up to a changed Chen Family home.

The housemaid, Sister Zhang, had left.

Her parents had also boarded an early flight overseas, leaving her with a heavy responsibility before departing—take good care of all the plants and flowers at home.