CHAPTER 1165: CHAPTER 233: REBIRTH: FEMME FATALE (PART 5)

"Brother Yan Song..." Meng Junci cried as she chased after him, tripping and falling in a most humiliating manner.

She watched as Yan Song ran out, watched him and Pei Qinghan start fighting. Today was supposed to be her happiest day, yet why did it turn out like this?

Ji Yunya, even in death you are a lingering spirit, disrupting my engagement. I hate you...

"You’re lying, she’s not dead, she’s not dead..." He fought Pei Qinghan like a madman. Pei Qinghan held the urn, his movements restricted, seized by Yan Song at the collar and beaten harshly, yet he didn’t fight back, merely laughed hollowly, his heart long dead.

"She has a congenital defect; she could never get pregnant in this lifetime. She didn’t want to burden you, so she staged a play with me. You believed it, you never truly trusted her. What right do you have to love her?"

Yan Song’s actions paused, disbelief in his voice: "What did you say?"

Why was he unaware, like a fool, knowing nothing...

Pei Qinghan sneered, showing his teeth: "Would your Yan Family accept a woman who cannot bear children? No, so who are you pretending for now? Yan Song, you are unworthy of her, from beginning to end always unworthy. I brought her here, not to watch you pretend to repent, but to let you know you have betrayed the woman who loves you most in this world."

With that, he no longer glanced at the stunned Yan Song, pushed him away, and left with large strides.

Yan Song’s fists clenched so hard they cracked, the hatred in his eyes was so intense, he pounced forward like a mad lion, "Give it to me, return Yun Ya to me." Reaching out to grab the urn, how could Pei Qinghan allow him to succeed, the two entangled once more.

The guests were astonished, watching today’s groom engaged in a fight on the spot, Meng Junci’s face grew increasingly unsightly, walking with grievance to Zhuang Xiyue: "Aunt Zhuang..."

Zhuang Xiyue never liked Meng Junci, if not for the old man’s influence, she wouldn’t have agreed to this marriage, and even more distressing was having to hide the news of Yun Ya’s death from Ah Song. Poor Yun Ya, dying so young; she was grateful to Pei Qinghan for avenging Yun Ya, otherwise she would have dealt with those beasts in the Yun Family herself.

"I think it’s best to call off this marriage; you see Ah Song, his heart clearly isn’t with you, forcibly twisting a melon doesn’t make it sweet..."

"No, it can’t." Suddenly kneeling on the ground, Meng Junci pleaded pitifully: "Aunt Zhuang, I know Brother Yan Song has someone in his heart, but she’s already dead, even if you want to fulfill Brother Yan Song’s wishes, it isn’t possible. I ask for nothing, just a title, as long as I can stay by his side, I’ll be content. Aunt Zhuang, this is my only wish, please agree to it..."

Zhuang Xiyue sighed, how many fools are there in this world...

A crisp "bang" was heard, the porcelain shattered on the ground, making a clear sound in everyone’s ears.

A shiver passed through hearts.

During their fight, Pei Qinghan accidentally dropped the urn, causing it to shatter, the ashes scattering across the ground.

Frantically squatting down, Pei Qinghan cried out, "I’m sorry... Yun Ya, I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to..."

Yan Song pushed him away: "Get out."

Pei Qinghan fell back sitting on the ground, watching that man kneel, a seven-foot man cupping the ashes, his shoulders trembling, "Yun Ya, I’m sorry..."

Sobs of blood, mournful and heart-rending.

Out of nowhere, a gust of wind blew, carrying the ashes with it, swirling away. Yan Song desperately tried to grasp them but only clutched at empty air: "Don’t go..."

A strong wind blew, and suddenly, ashes filled the sky, as if a grey rain had fallen from above. Someone whispered softly at the ear...

Yan Song suddenly raised his head, a deafening roar escaping him, veins bulging on his neck and hands, and for a moment, the world seemed dark and ominous, mourning in fear.

Zhuang Xiyue rushed over embracing him: "Ah Song, don’t be like this, it’s painful to watch."

Yan Song suddenly pushed her away, chillingly growling: "Why did you hide it from me?"

Zhuang Xiyue shook her head with tears: "I had no choice, if you had known, how would you agree to the engagement, but it’s what your great-grandfather wanted..."

"I gave her up for the Yan Family, but now I have finally lost her. Tell me, what should I do? I want nothing anymore, just give me Yun Ya back, all this Yan Family, fame and fortune, I don’t want any of them, I just want Yun Ya..." He seemed mad, chased the direction of the wind, ran far away until his figure disappeared behind the shadow wall, never to be seen again.

That was the last time Zhuang Xiyue saw Yan Song, from then on, there was no more news of him in the world, as if he had vanished along with Yun Ya’s death...