Cheng Roning listened to Yan Ting’s words and found them credible, but after a mont’s thought, she sighed with emotion: "You’re deeply devoted to Banxia, which comforts , but Tingting is my sister’s daughter after all. She must be feeling awful right now. My feelings are really complicated—both joy and worry. I truly hope Tingting can quickly move past this sadness."
Lin Banxia listened to her mother’s words and could sense that she still cared deeply about Chu Tingting, which left her feeling conflicted as well.
Mu Jiyang quickly comforted his mother: "Mom, don’t worry. Tingting may seem delicate on the outside, but her inner strength surpasses many. What we need to worry about now is whether her anger might turn into resentnt and lead her to plot against Banxia as revenge!"
Cheng Roning was startled by her son’s words: "That’s impossible. Tingting isn’t a scheming girl."
"Let’s hope so!" Mu Jiyang smirked slightly.
Yan Ting listened to Mu Jiyang’s words, and a flicker of cold sharpness passed through his eyes. Mu Jiyang’s suspicion must stem from his deep understanding of Chu Tingting.
Indeed, Yan Ting also knew Chu Tingting fairly well. Despite her delicate appearance, her heart harbored quite a bit of ambition.
Lin Banxia snorted angrily: "I’m not afraid of her retaliating. I don’t owe her anything."
Cheng Roning sighed sorrowfully: "No matter what, I truly hope this matter ends soon. But in the future, I’m afraid our ties with the Chu Family will be severed."
Lin Banxia felt imdiate guilt upon hearing her mother’s worried words: "Mom, it’s all my fault. I never thought things would end up like this between you and the Chu Family."
Cheng Roning gave a bitter smile and shook her head: "How can I bla you for this? It’s all because I failed to protect you all those years ago, leading to today’s intricate fate. No matter what, as long as you’ve found happiness, I’m genuinely happy for you."
Yan Ting felt a touch of warmth upon witnessing the family’s deep protection and care for Lin Banxia.
After all, he had lost his own parents as well. Though his heart had beco as tough as steel, always hiding his feelings, seeing others bask in familial love still made him feel a certain void—a lingering regret.
Especially during his teenage years, back when he sat at the sa table with Huo Qinglin’s parents, who often helped serve him food and soup, reminded him to dress warmly in cold weather. These small gestures, though ordinary to most people, held significant aning to soone like him.
For a heart sensitive from losing parents, Yan Ting’s appreciation for these monts was far more profound.
However, now everything was in the past. He had forcibly buried that missing warmth deep in his heart, becoming stronger than anyone, with no need for comfort.
Lin Banxia turned to glance at Yan Ting with a soft smile, noticing sothing distant in his expression. Instinctively, she tugged at his hand and asked with concern: "What are you thinking about?"
Yan Ting t her gaze, filled with worry, and said, sowhat despondently: "You’ve found your mother now, and it made think of my own late parents."
Cheng Roning, who had heard of Yan Ting’s tragic loss of his parents, couldn’t help but offer her comfort: "Yan Ting, I feel deeply sorry for your parents’ passing and hope you can face it with greater strength."
Lin Banxia couldn’t help but tighten her grip on his hand.
Yan Ting wasn’t fond of such sentintal monts and nodded: "I’ve already accepted this reality. My heart is very calm now."
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