Chapter Forty: A Union Strengthened by Marriage

“Really, brother?” Ye Wuyou’s eyes widened in delight as she gazed at Ye Wushang.

Ye Wushang wanted to explain himself, but seeing the hope in his sister’s eyes, he couldn’t bear to disappoint her. He clenched his teeth, nodded, and said, “Yes, we just talked. It’s alright. Anyway, you can live in this villa as you please, don’t worry about anything.”

“Wuyou, it’s our first meeting, so this is my gift to you.” At that moment, An Lan produced an exquisite gift box from behind, handing it over. “I heard from your brother that you’ve loved dancing since you were little.”

“The music in this music box is your favorite as well.”

“Just focus on your recovery. Once you’re well, I’ll personally take you to sign up for a dance class.”

“Practice hard, and strive to become a dancer someday.”

Ye Wuyou cherished the box as she opened it. In the middle stood a radiant girl, twirling gracefully as the music began to play—a sight that brought pure joy.

“Thank you, Sister, I love it so much.” Overjoyed, Ye Wuyou kept bowing to An Lan in gratitude.

But An Lan waved her hand, saying, “We’re family—no need for formalities. As long as you like it.”

“Well, I’ll head downstairs to arrange some food. You siblings have a good chat.”

“Today I’ll cook for you myself and prepare my specialty dishes.” An Lan knew the siblings had things to discuss. After the recent assassination attempt, she still felt uneasy. With Ye Wushang guarding her, she wasn’t worried about her own safety, but feared the Pei family might try again.

Grandfather hadn’t told her before, worried she’d be implicated, but now she was involved regardless. No matter what, she was determined to get to the bottom of things.

“Brother, is it because of this Sister An that you divorced your wife?” Ye Wuyou asked curiously.

Ye Wushang felt conflicted. He didn’t want to be too entangled with An Lan, but seeing his sister’s concern, he had to compromise. He waved his hand, “Not entirely. Your sister-in-law and I have different pursuits. Divorce was bound to happen, as for An Lan, we’ll talk about her later.”

“Come on, let’s go inside and discuss the real matters.”

They entered the room. Helping his sister back onto the bed, Ye Wushang checked her pulse and felt relieved. Her pulse was steady, breathing regular, her internal and external injuries nearly healed, and even the blood clots in her brain had almost dissipated.

“Wuyou, I’ll prescribe you some medicine. Take it regularly, and within two months, you’ll be fully recovered.”

He gently smoothed his sister’s messy hair, solemnly saying, “Now, let’s talk about your memories.”

“Before our mother passed, she told me you knew about our origins, so—”

“She’s not our mother.” Ye Wuyou shook her head, closed the music box, and grew serious. “To be precise, she was our foster mother. Our birth mother is still in the capital.”

“What?” Ye Wushang instinctively reached for her forehead, frowning. “You don’t have a fever, so why are you saying such nonsense?”

From their earliest memories, their mother had cared for them both, and their father had always treated her with love and respect—nothing suggested they weren’t husband and wife. He cherished her, afraid she’d break, held her close, worried she’d disappear.

It could be said they were bound by blood.

Now, suddenly, his sister claimed she wasn’t their birth mother?

“Brother, I’m not talking nonsense.” Ye Wuyou held his hand, speaking earnestly, “Before dad disappeared, he told me our birth mother was called Mo Zhilan, the eldest daughter of the Mo family, one of the Eight Great Families in the capital. She eloped with dad, enraging her family, and has been locked in the Mo family’s dungeon ever since, never seeing daylight.”

“And his disappearance is likely connected to the Mo family. He told us, no matter what, we must rescue our mother.”

The capital? Eight Great Families? It was too much information for Ye Wushang to process at once. Seeing his sister’s determined expression, he realized she wasn’t lying. Their foster mother had died, and their real mother was still imprisoned by her family.

But to be locked up for an elopement, for twenty years—what sort of family was this, so cruel?

“Wuyou, what else did dad say?”

“He told us not to rush into a rescue. If anything happened to him, you should go to the cellar of our family workshop and retrieve a red package.”

“Once you see what’s inside, you’ll know what to do next.”

“When dad disappeared, I wanted to tell you, but I suddenly fainted while walking, and that faint lasted three years.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Wushang’s brows drew tightly together.

It seemed the Mo family, though related, was far from ordinary. Because of an elopement, they’d locked up his mother and caused his father’s disappearance.

It was likely his father was in grave danger.

Moreover, his sister had fainted just after their father vanished. If he’d known sooner, he would have gone to the Mo family to find their mother.

There was definitely something suspicious here.

“Brother.” As he pondered, Ye Wuyou suddenly gripped his hand nervously. “Our foster mother told me that our birth mother suffered greatly to give birth to us.”

“And to hide us from the Mo family, she endured even more torment.”

“Promise me, you’ll rescue her. Twenty years locked away—I can’t even imagine what kind of life she’s had.”

“And dad, who disappeared without explanation—you must find him, no matter what.”

“All these years, my greatest wish has been for our family to be reunited… sob…”

At last, she broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably, her cries hoarse and desperate.

Ye Wushang embraced his sister tightly, his own tears falling freely. “Wuyou, don’t worry.”

“I will bring mother back, and I will find father.”

“When the time comes, our family will visit her grave together and thank her for raising us.”

“Though the Mo family is our kin, after what they’ve done to our parents, they’re not family—they’re enemies!”

He made up his mind.

Soon, he would go to the workshop to retrieve the package his father had hidden.

Once he understood everything, he would confront the Mo family!

…

Elsewhere.

Lan Ruoxue, who had been chased out by the bald man, was still unable to let it go.

She had tried to warn them out of kindness, but instead of gratitude, she was thrown out.

How ungrateful.

“Ruoxue…” Seeing Lan Ruoxue come out, Sun Chuanzi quickly approached her with a smile.

Lan Ruoxue smiled politely but still held a grudge against him for not helping earlier. Still, since her family’s business depended on the Sun family—and with the matter of agency rights—she kept her feelings hidden and calmly said, “Chuanzi, Xu Wei just called me about something at the company. I have to go.”

“Could you take my mother home first?”

Sun Chuanzi was taken aback.

He could tell her attitude toward him had changed, but instead of confronting her, he simply nodded, “Alright, don’t worry, Ruoxue. You take care of your business, I’ll take Auntie home.”

“As for the An family agency rights, leave it to me. I’ll find a way to settle it.”

“And…” He wanted to say more, but she turned and left, driving away quickly.

Sun Chuanzi’s face darkened instantly. Zhao Xiue hurried to reassure him, “Chuanzi, don’t take it to heart. That girl’s temper is like that.”

“She’s a workaholic—whenever there’s something at the company, she gets anxious. She means well, really.”

“In the future, our business—including those agency rights—you’ll have to put in extra effort…”

Sun Chuanzi forced a bitter smile and shook his head, “I’m afraid it’s not the company, but that useless guy who said something to her.”

“She was fine before, but once she came out, she gave me the cold shoulder.”

“Of course, Ruoxue is kind, I don’t blame her. But that useless guy…”

“Yes, that useless guy!” Zhao Xiue nodded, muttering angrily, “He’s just a lousy security guard, but he let two people try to assassinate Miss An, ruining our chance to secure the agency rights tonight.”

“Ruoxue talked with him just now—he must have said bad things about you behind your back.”

“I know my own daughter; she wouldn’t act like this without a reason. It’s all that useless guy’s fault—I wish I could skin him alive!”

Sun Chuanzi snorted coldly, menacingly, “Don’t worry, I have a way to deal with that useless guy.”

“Oh? Chuanzi, what do you mean? How are you going to deal with him…”

“I’ll find someone from outside.” Sun Chuanzi’s expression was icy. “I know Zhang Black Hair, I’ll have him take care of that useless guy.”

“Zhang Black Hair?” Zhao Xiue was stunned, then exclaimed, “You mean Zhang Black Hair, the leader of the northern branch of the Black Dragon Society?”

“That’s right, him.”

Zhao Xiue became excited, “If he helps, it’ll be easy.”

“I’ve heard he’s ruthless—will do anything to get what he wants. If he makes a move, that useless guy won’t have a single good day, even if he had six arms.”

“Chuanzi, go ahead and do it. Once you deal with him, I’ll make sure Ruoxue agrees to marry you.”

Sun Chuanzi raised his eyebrows, “Really, Auntie?”

“Of course, would I lie to you? Once you get rid of him, I’ll have you and Chuanlong marry my daughters together!”

“Then our families will be bound even closer!”

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