"Young Master Beitang is very good and sensible, even though he is not your biological son."

"Love has nothing to do with blood. For me, no one is more important to me than these two men, Beitang Xing and Beitang Yaori."

In the past few days, Lin Nuanxi thought a lot. When he was in India, that humble, obedient and forbearing Shah Rukh Khan, who would have thought that he would be an imperial man who was inferior to one person and surpassed ten thousand people.

For her, Lin Nuanxi, Beitang Yaori is willing to do this. This is already the best answer.

"Now I just want to be a good wife, a qualified mother, and the daughter of the Lin family."

"...Madam, please excuse me for saying anything. I still hope you can be more wary about Young Masters Lin Yechen and Lin Yeqian, even though they are your younger brothers."

This sentence made Lin Nuanxi feel a little uncomfortable.

"Leng Zhao, I know Ye Chen and Ye Qian very well."

"But don't forget, madam, they are men too."

"..."

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A dark car drove into the Jiang family cemetery.

Under the dark starry sky, the Jiang family cemetery was deserted and quiet.

Jiang Mi'er just got out of the car and looked around, and saw a man in front of his brother Jiang Bo's tombstone.

I don’t know how long he stood here, that broad back, quiet and silent man.

The sun shines in Beitang.

Jiang Mi'er was silent for a moment and walked towards Beitang Yaori.

"You're here."

With his back to Jiang Mi'er, Beitang Yaori's faint words sounded hollow and ethereal.

"Yaori, I..."

"Do you have any familiar memories of this scene?"

"..."

"I remember when I was a kid, you would often follow your brother Jiang Bo to Beitang Mansion."

——!!!

Beitang Yaori's words made Jiang Mier's quiet mood suddenly become slightly ups and downs.

She always thought that Beitang Yaori had forgotten these things long ago, but she didn't expect that he would still remember them all.

When he was a child, Beitang Yaori, the eldest son of Beitang, was considered an unlucky son. He was like a god of plague, and no one wanted to get close to him.

As the eldest son of a famous family and with the purest Beitang family bloodline, he should have been the most deserving of a life surrounded by stars, but Beitang Yaori could hardly enjoy this kind of treatment even a day.

Even when Jiang Mi'er met Beitang Yaori for the first time, she thought that the little boy who often hung around the trash can was the child of a servant, or an unpopular illegitimate child.

Brother Jiang Bo is the only child who is willing to get close to Beitang Yaori. No matter how others see him, from the time his brother Jiang Bo showed that smile to Beitang Yaori, this smile lasted for more than ten years until

My brother left this world.

There was an inexplicable throbbing pain in her heart, which made Jiang Mier's eyes feel slightly red.

More than ten years passed so quickly that Jiang Mier was caught off guard.

"sorry."

"Yao, Yaori?!"

"I should have said this apology to you long ago. I'm sorry that it has been delayed until today."

"Yaori, no, it doesn't matter, I..."

"Let me finish."

Beitang Yaori turned around, and there was no hatred or disgust for him that Jiang Mier had imagined on his face.

On the contrary, his calm and relieved humility made Jiang Mi'er feel very...sad.

"I once thought that if that woman hadn't appeared, maybe you would have become my wife."

ps: Updates have been unstable during the recent period. Once again, I apologize to all readers. Due to scheduling reasons, I am currently planning a new book. This book will be updated at a slower pace. Again, I would like to give readers reassurance. Nuanxi and Di

My little long-distance marathon love is about to come to a happy ending. However, other people’s stories will continue. The new book is in preparation and will be released on the 9th with 30 chapters. I hope all readers will understand, thank you, bend down, and bow...
Chapter completed!