Chapter 540 - 263: Your Nephew Sold Himself to Me (Part 2)
Qian Yue nodded quickly, his eager eyes fixed straight on her face. After a while, when the other person’s emotions had slightly stabilized, she gestured for Qian Chen to release his hand. Qian Yue took a deep breath and asked in a hoarse, low voice, "Qian Chen...where is he?"
He’s right behind you... Su Jiameng thought silently. However, with Qian Chen’s face now covered and a beard obscuring his features, even familiar faces find it extremely difficult to recognize his outline, "Do you want to know? Why? Afraid you haven’t completely eradicated him?"
Qian Chen stood silently to the side, as per his agreement with Su Jiameng... Also, his grievances against Qian Yue were ever-present, and he didn’t want to meet him in such a scene... This, of course, was too difficult to bear.
Qian Yue’s body trembled, his lips quivered as he asked, "Who... are you really? What do you wish to do here? Could it be... you were sent by her to test me? If that’s the case, there’s no need at all. Now, I’m nothing but a deprived waste, imprisoned here like livestock, what waves can I stir? I think... you can leave now..."
"You seem somewhat reluctant to discuss the harm you caused Qian Chen in the past?"
Su Jiameng keenly noticed the avoidance and pain-filled gaze and explained, "I’m not sent by Jin Baorong, ironically, I’m here to deal with her. However, she’s currently... tsk tsk tsk, her ways are really intolerable, involving many people, it’s not appropriate to take action against her before we have confirmed assurance. But you, why are you imprisoned here by her?"
The other person suddenly fell silent for a long time. Su Jiameng squinted, locking her telekinesis on the other’s cerebral cortex, ready to act if there were any moves. However, Qian Yue showed no other actions, just standing dumbstruck like a wooden log, his eyes forlorn.
After a good while, he finally focused his gaze on Su Jiameng, "Qian Chen... how is he now?"
"How do you think someone being hunted down by the entire Human Alliance would be living? Compared to that, Third Master Qian Yue seems quite comfortable. Engulfed in alcohol every day, wallowing in drunken life, able to live in a house that shelters him, free from worries about meals, free from concern for old injuries, and more importantly, not having to worry about when he’ll be caught..."
Qian Chen continued his silence, but the way he looked at Su Jiameng carried a different flavor. This woman’s eloquence was indeed remarkable, as her words pierced Qian Yue’s heart, stepping on his vulnerable toes. While speaking of Qian Chen’s miserable living conditions, she also mocked Qian Yue’s past absurdities and current downfall... Women, indeed, should not be provoked.
"Sounds like... he’s still alive?" Qian Yue cautiously guessed in disbelief, fearing to hear bad news.
The days of imprisonment have been too long, living daily in self-blame and the agony of pain. Once sober, the blood incident that day fills his dreams every night; if not for drowning in alcohol, he wouldn’t know how to live the rest of his days.
"Heh, you’re surprised he’s alive?" Su Jiameng was also too lazy to continue lengthy talks with him, now was the time for serious matters, trivial words could be put aside, "Rest assured, Qian Chen has now sold himself to me, his safety is naturally under my care..."
Qian Yue’s mouth opened and closed again, his eyes full of disbelief... Sold, sold himself? This woman was either lying or teasing him... How could his nephew Qian Chen be involved with such a woman? Was she his nephew’s wife?
It seemed that misunderstandings were inevitable as Qian Yue remained silent, yet countless ideas spun in his mind, even ignoring the pain from the hangover remedy earlier. Qian Chen... his life now should be... not too bad, right? He’s still alive, right?
Su Jiameng looked at him, taking out a keepsake obtained from Qian Chen, saying, "I know you won’t believe my words, so I’ve asked Qian Chen for a token to prove my identity. Look, does this object look familiar? If you choose to trust me, I also hope you can cooperate with my actions, don’t cause trouble here, or drag us down."
That keepsake was very familiar, a gift he once gave to Qian Chen, instantly tilting his heart’s scales towards Su Jiameng. He asked slightly dejectedly, "What do you wish to do, if I can help... I’ll try my best to help, also hope you take care of Qian Chen. That child... I’ve wronged him greatly, and also my two elder brothers... If not for me, the Qian Family wouldn’t..."
It seems that the incidents of those years truly hold secrets unknown to many?
"That woman, Jin Baorong... how much do you know about her?" Su Jiameng silently observed him, trusting Qian Chen but choosing not to trust Qian Yue. Regardless of how remorseful and self-blaming he seemed, caution must not be overlooked.
"...Jin Baorong? Haha, she isn’t Jin Baorong at all... The real Jin Baorong died a long time ago, the woman you’ve seen, is merely someone with a mysterious origin..." Qian Yue’s expression carried a strong struggle, yet guilt overwhelmed him, finally pushing him to reveal those unknown secrets.
Qian Yue and Jin Baorong’s acquaintance was quite romantic; one was the third son of a prominent family, with a deep love for art and an extraordinary admiration for nature. The other was a talented young lady, full of talent, understanding, gentle, kind, and loving.
The two met on a beautiful day, clicked instantly, no matter what Qian Yue spoke, Jin Baorong could follow, frequently having ideas that enlightened people. Despite their identities not being quite compatible, they were a perfect match...