An Junxi went to the seventh floor of the hotel. It was afternoon, and there were no guests in the entire hall. Yin Feibai sat alone by the window waiting for her.
The manager and several waiters stood at the door to welcome guests. When they saw An Junxi coming, the manager personally led An Junxi inside. An Junxi heard the manager tell the waiters, "Don’t let other guests come in for now."
It was then that An Junxi realized this hall had been reserved by Yin Feibai.
She thought it was just a simple conversation, but he reserved the hall. What did he want to say?
This is actually better; it avoids being seen by too many people and creating misunderstandings.
Yin Feibai saw An Junxi walking gracefully and lost himself momentarily.
She had changed, becoming more beautiful, more elegant, more... distant.
The old An Junxi was quirky, bold, confident, capable of causing and cleaning up trouble, never treating him as the Young Master of the Yin Family, free and unrestrained in front of him.
Since he met her, he always felt relaxed and comfortable staying with this girl.
Now, she was someone else’s wife, someone else’s mother.
Perhaps she hadn’t changed, she just changed towards him.
A sense of injustice lingered in Yin Feibai’s heart. Why could Gu Yikun get what he wanted, the people he wanted, so effortlessly?
The manager pulled out a chair for An Junxi, who sat opposite Yin Feibai. The manager asked the two guests, "Young Master Yin, Miss An, what would you like to drink?"
An Junxi didn’t plan to stay long, "A glass of plain water, please."
Yin Feibai snapped back to reality and ordered a cup of coffee.
The waiter brought the plain water and coffee, then quietly retreated.
An Junxi went straight to the point, she said, "Jin Xiu is no longer as quiet as he used to be. He knows how to express his thoughts in front of adults and confides in me, becoming friends with classmates at school like other kids his age. Everything about him is improving. If your Yin Family truly cares about him, don’t force him to return to the Yin Family."
Yin Feibai mocked, "Jun Xi, we haven’t seen each other for a while, and you’re saying this right when we meet. Do we really have no other topics to talk about?"
An Junxi folded her arms, adopting a distancing posture, "Yin Feibai, I came out to meet you to discuss Jin Xiu’s matters. I have no personal connection with you, let alone any other topics to chat about."
Yin Feibai leaned back in his chair, glancing at the bustling scene outside the window, speaking slowly, "I’ve just returned from the United States. In just a few days, Gu Yikun caused our Senye to evaporate 2.9 billion. He told my father it was just a small punishment."
An Junxi did not know what Yin Feibai was trying to convey, and quietly watched him.
Yin Feibai’s expression was unreadable, "My sister ultimately died from difficult labor. She gave her life to give birth to Jin Xiu. Gu Yikun ignored the fact that his son is a grandchild of the Yin Family. Regardless of our family’s cooperation, he still..."
An Junxi interrupted him, "Yin Feibai, there are many things you don’t know. Yikun didn’t willingly marry Yin Yue. Yin Yue used some means to get pregnant, which you know better than me. Jin Xiu has his own judgment, he doesn’t like his grandparents. The most important thing is, Yin Yue died from difficult labor, this is Liu Zhiwen’s sin, not the child’s fault."
An Junxi had only said this to Yikun before, and it did not elicit any reaction. Yin Yue was merely a detestable stranger to him.
Yin Feibai asked, "What did you say?"
An Junxi saw he truly didn’t know, her words carried a tone of sarcasm, "You go visit Liu Zhiwen in prison, you even feel sorry for her. Do you find her pitiful? Then let me tell you, Yin Yue’s death is inseparable from Liu Zhiwen’s actions. She liked Yikun, couldn’t tolerate Yin Yue."
Yin Feibai stood up, "Impossible!"
"She colluded with Gu Kuangxia. What couldn’t she do? She told me herself. Believe it or not, the deceased are gone, saying more won’t change anything."
Yin Feibai walked a circle in front of the window. His sister had been gone for years; he truly didn’t know there were such insider events!
Unable to vent the anger in his heart, he reached out and flipped the tablecloth on the nearby table, causing the neatly arranged exquisite tableware to fall to the ground. The noise echoed in the hall for a while before dissipating.
The manager and waiters glanced in from the door but didn’t dare to intervene due to the tense atmosphere.
An Junxi watched Yin Feibai vent his frustration, her expression calm.