Forgive Me

Outside the hotel, the streets were well lit with lamp posts and the moon.

Yang Chen leisurely trotted out of the hotel gate. Relishing the cooler weather, he felt recharged and ready to go.

Towards a woman like Xiao Zhiqing, despite his newfound liking for a chilly, seemingly boneless body, there was not much from the time with her that Yang Chen would cherish.

Regardless of her background or her lineage, since the first moment he met her, it was only a facade he decided to put up. No real feelings were involved.

Moreover, Yang Chen was aware that she was not someone from an ordinary background. Who knew the kind of troubles that might arise should he involve himself in this.

As for her virginity taken by himself, Yang Chen was hardly concerned about it. After all, if it was not for her schemes and extreme poisoning, he actually had no intention of forcing it upon her.

Unlike that crazy night with the little vixon An Xin, which he took the initiative to go up upon her, this time she was the one taking the front seat, which was why he had none of that emotional burden that came the last time with An Xin.

Back at his blue Porsche, Yang Chen switched on the engine before glancing over at the back mirror. The edges of his lips tweaked with a thought of a certain something, which was almost immediately suppressed as he steered towards the highway and dashed right through.

… …

In Beijing, inside the master bedroom of the Ning residence sat Ning Guangyao. He was sitting by the edge of his desk while gently stroking an exquisite lion paperweight made of white jade. He was currently being briefed by a messenger.

The chivelled faced messenger was dressed in a bespoke suit as he stood right at the entrance while he cautiously elaborated the details.

When it appeared to be about done, Ning Guangyao interrupted him. “So you’re saying... all this while, the madam has always been with that little beggar?”

“Yes, the madam’s three meals were prepared by that little beggar. I was told there were twice in between when the madam was hit with high fever, during that too the scum beggar was there by her side.”

Ning Guangyao’s calm face had a flash of confusion. “That beggar, what is his background, did you manage to dig it up?”

“He was just a lowly farm boy. A few years ago he failed his college entrance exam, soon after his parents died. The beggar is also a cripple, without any social benefits. He has been part of the homeless society ever since. According to the words of some beggars loitering here in Zhonghai, the cripple was welcomed by most of his beggar peers, because he is literate and able to provide them the assistance they need.”

Ning Guangyao nodded. “Has the madam ever contacted anyone from home, or anyone else at all?”

The well-suited messenger replied, “The madam has always been in solemn mood. She has never contacted anyone besides that cripple. Oh yeah, that recently reunited grandson of the Yang clan, Yang Chen, he met with the madam once, but did not prolong his stay.”

Upon hearing the mentioning of the name ‘Yang Chen’, the paperweight in Ning Guangyao’s grasp was clenched as tight as he possibly could, almost as if he wanted to bore a hole through the white jade.

Nevertheless, it did not take too long before Ning Guangyao returned to his usual composure. “Those three beggars that I ordered you to get rid off, how did it go?”

“Rest assured, Master. They have been taken care of.” The man in the bespoke suit cracked a sinister laugh.

“Good... Make sure no traces are left behind.”

“Sure, but do you mind me asking, why aren’t we hastening the return of madam? Besides, shouldn’t the cripple be one of the scums to be executed?”

Ning Guangyao instantly appeared filled with pain and agony, before making a decisive decision. “The madam... is no longer part of the Ning clan.”

“Huh?” The man in the bespoke suit lifted his head in confusion.

“Pick a time to bring the madam and that cripple back to Beijing. But be sure to be as subtle and swift as possible. I don’t want news of this getting out to the public. If I so much as hear a whisper on the topic, I will ensure that you will not stand before me again,” Ning Guangyao gruntled.

The man in the suit seemed to have understood something as fear and frustration flashed through his eyes, but he ultimately nodded his head. “Rest assured Master, I swore an oath for the clan. I intend to keep it.”

“Hmm, I admire your loyalty. You must know this is a situation that directly influences the pride of this clan, a problem for its members to deal with themselves. Remember, do not let the news reach my son.” Ning Guangyao made sure to emphasize.

The well-suited messenger nodded in agreement. Seeing that he had no orders left to give, he slowly retreated out of the room.

As the door slowly came to a close, Ning Guangyao circled the rims of the table and walked towards a photo frame standing by the insides of the table.

On the photo was a couple in all smiles, Luo Cuishan, and himself.

Ning Guangyao was filled with grief with what he had just done. “Cuishan, forgive me.”

Whack!

The sounds of shattering glass echoed through the empty room.