Yan Sijue was simply in love with her bashful yet pretending to be composed deanor; he gazed at her intently and once again lowered his head to claim a kiss.
Mu Yiliang was kissed almost to the point of breathlessness. The kiss ended, but he still held her tightly, his breathing gradually heavy.
"Young Master Yan, why are you doing this..." She glanced at a certain area of his, deeply sympathetic.
Yan Sijue frowned darkly and bit into her cheek viciously, "Just you wait..."
"Alright, I’m waiting," she was unafraid, smilingly, making the man’s eyes blaze.
Mu Yiliang hurriedly changed the subject, "Your poison addiction...has it been completely overco?"
Yan Sijue steadied his breath and responded faintly, "Yes."
"It was difficult, wasn’t it?" Mu Yiliang recalled the pain of his addiction attacks and couldn’t help but feel so heartache.
The man was silent for a while before saying, "It was manageable, could be endured, after all, it wasn’t the first ti."
"Not the first ti?" Mu Yiliang was taken aback; she had once guessed so but hadn’t thought it to be true, "Then why did you get addicted back then?"
Yan Sijue pressed his lips tightly, obviously recalling an unbearably shaful past, "I was only fifteen at the ti. It was Yan Yaoting and them who tempted into trying it."
Mu Yiliang was shocked beyond belief, "It was them?"
"Who else?" Yan Sijue’s smile appeared extrely cold, "They always enjoyed bullying , but even I didn’t expect them to be so vicious. When the Old Man found out, he only gave them a mild scolding... He sent alone to a rehab center, and two months later, I had lost over twenty pounds, nearly unrecognizable."
Mu Yiliang felt her hands and feet go cold as she listened!
At that ti, he was just a teenager, all alone, yet had to endure all that...
She suddenly felt very uncomfortable, couldn’t help but hug him tightly.
So the hardships he endured were far more than she had imagined, from the Ghost Market to the Yan Family, he was just moving from purgatory to hell, with no real difference in the treatnt he received.
"They... went too far!" Mu Yiliang was both angry and heartbroken, her voice sowhat choked.
Yan Sijue was startled, seemingly not expecting her to have such a strong reaction.
He felt his throat tighten, couldn’t help but gently stroke her soft hair, "It’s okay, I’m still living well, and I’ve t you besides."
"So, did you manipulate FIS’s books to let the Old Man and the others end up with nothing?"
"FIS is still effectively under the Old Man’s control, if it’s destined not to belong to , then no one else should think of getting it either." The man’s calm voice carried an unconcealable bloodiness, "FIS was established with my own hands, gathering so much of my effort. I’d rather destroy it than let it fall into the hands of the Yan Family."
Mu Yiliang leaned against his chest, recalling with a pang in her heart, "Although I don’t want them to benefit, watching your hard work be destroyed still pains !"
She had witnessed FIS’s journey step by step to where it was today!
Yan Sijue chuckled lightly, "Don’t worry, I thought of it that day; therefore, I couldn’t be unprepared. Do you think I would foolishly let them use as a tool?"
"So, you won’t go bankrupt, right?" Mu Yiliang looked at him wide-eyed.
"No, I won’t," he curled his lips, "Don’t worry, I can support you and Xiaoze."
"I’m not worried," Mu Yiliang smiled slightly, "At worst, I’ll support you; I also want to make a coback in the worldly society!"
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