Chapter 759: You Beat Someone Up and You Still Feel Wronged?

Yanji didn't reply, withdrew his hand, and walked past him directly.

Out of the courtyard, the streets gradually became lively. Many people were out for a walk after dinner, strolling in groups of three or two with relaxed and contented expressions on their faces. Cars flowed like water in the middle of the road, and the neon lights all over the street set off the prosperity and brilliance of this city.

She remembered the scene when she was first brought back to the Yan family. Yan Wei zheng and Zhou Shu Yue personally went to the town to pick her up, and they arrived at this point. As a first-time visitor to a big city, she felt like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, full of wonder.

The gate to the Yan family's home creaked open before her. Inside, a group of young men and women were chatting. They were dressed in the most fashionable clothes of the season, looking radiant and glamorous. In contrast, her clothes had faded and become misshapen, with the sleeves and pant legs shortened, revealing skinny limbs. Her whole body exuded a poverty-stricken aura that clashed with the house and its inhabitants.

Zhou Shuyue: "Jia Jia, this is my sister. We... just adopted her."

Later, Yan Ji knew, this brief pause was his guilt toward her.

Before Xie Yan returned, they had already told Yan Jiaojiao about this. Because of this, Yan Jiaojiao cried a lot in front of her friends, so when she was brought in, she received a bunch of disgusted and contemptuous looks.

Due to some experiences from her childhood, Yanji is particularly sensitive to malice from others. At first glance, she can tell if people dislike her.

Everything that followed also validated her intuition at this moment.

Behind the courtyard there was a blank wall, a place no one usually went. After Yan Ji came, that wall became covered with all sorts of insults and profanity.

The biggest title at the top read: Did you see the native dog today?

"The bitch is a fickle, slutty woman."

"Today I poured mud water all over the mutt, she's angry, hahaha, her clothes are so tacky, even I think they're too shabby. Only someone from the countryside like her would treat them like a treasure, YUE."

"That slut dared to seduce my boyfriend, she's a fox, shameless."

Then there are many more, writing full of the wall and then stacking them up until you can't even see what's written on the back.

The insults "dirt dog," "fox spirit," and "cheap woman" were all nicknames they gave to Yanji. These extremely offensive terms lingered until she went to college and moved out of the Yan family, when they gradually faded away.

"Tap tap."

A sharp, piercing honk of a horn sounded beside me. My thoughts were abruptly pulled back as I turned my head to see Gu Chenye staring at me from inside the car with a cold expression.

"Get in the car."

Yanji ignored him and turned to walk straight ahead.

Gu Cenyue's car was ostentatious, even if you didn't recognize the brand, just looking at its exterior you could tell it was a luxury car. Driving slowly behind a woman like this immediately drew envious and covetous glances from all around.

He drove for a while, then lost his patience: "Yan Ji, get in the car. You're the one who went crazy and attacked people, and now you're playing the victim?"

Yanji stopped in his tracks and impatiently looked at him: "Gu Chenye, are you a chicken? Keep clucking and cawing, it's annoying! I want to walk alone for a while, can you please stop bothering me?"

"Gu Chenye felt that he had managed to avoid domestic violence for the past two years thanks to his good upbringing and gentlemanly conduct of never laying a hand on a woman."

Gu Chenye stared at her for a long time, coldly raised the car window, and drove away with a slam on the accelerator.

In the rearview mirror, the woman's slender figure was fading away. He silently retracted his gaze, a cold snort escaping his lips.

A woman who doesn't know her place.

Tonight's weather is unusually cold, the sky is overcast, and there are faint signs of snow.

When Yanji arrived home, his face was pale and cold. Song yi hurriedly handed him a hot water bag she had just filled, scolding, "Aiyo, why are you so cold? I felt the chill as soon as you walked in. Didn't you turn on the air conditioning in the car?"

"A woman's body is most afraid of the cold, and you must take good care of it. Otherwise, when she comes of age and gives birth later on, she will suffer a lot. There was a girl in our town who relied on her youth and wore short pants and skirts all year round. Later, when she was thirty or six years old, she couldn't get pregnant. Her legs were so painful that she couldn't stand it..."

Yanji held a hot water bottle, letting her rant.

As soon as winter arrived, her hands and feet would turn ice cold. Aunt Song would pre-heat water bags for her before she got home to warm her hands. She used to tell Aunt Song not to go through the trouble, saying there was heating in their house. But Aunt Song insisted that the heating took too long to work and continued to heat up water bags for her every day.

Seeing Yan Ji still wearing a coat, Aunt Song couldn't help but start nagging again: "You're going to have your period in a few days, so you have to wear warm clothes. This kind of clothing is more about looks than practicality. If your stomach gets cold, you'll end up with cramps later on. You'll be the one suffering! Your mother never told you these things, did she?"

Yan Ji's shoe-changing motion came to a halt. Song Yi realized her slip of the tongue. In the past two years, Madam's parents hadn't visited once. It was certainly either that they had passed away or their relationship was strained. Her words were stirring up trouble unnecessarily. She quickly apologized with a sheepish expression: "Madam, I'm sorry..."

Yan Ji restarted her movements, the fleeting confusion on her face vanished. She said as usual: "She wouldn't tell me these things. She would only say: 'Why are you so disobedient?'"

This was the phrase Zhou Shuyue said to her most often, a mixture of frustration, helplessness, and disappointment.

“...”

Auntie Song's eyes were filled with heartache, what kind of parents were these.

Yanji said, "Aunt Song, please cook me a bowl of noodles. I'm going upstairs to take a bath."

Aunt Song glanced at the wall clock, opened her mouth as if to speak but stopped. She knew Mrs. Wang was going back to her family for dinner today. It was only eight o'clock now, and calculating the time, she probably hadn't even had dinner yet.

"Okay, have some pastries first to fill your stomach. Taking a bath on an empty stomach can easily cause dizziness."

In the bathroom.

Yan Ji's body was enveloped by warm water, her pupils dilated, staring blankly at the rippling surface of the bath.

"Yánjí, do you have dreams?"

A smiling voice rang in his ear, and beneath the water where he was staring, a familiar yet strange face slowly emerged.

"Yes, I'm leaving the Yan family."

There's a coldness in her voice, yet there's still the faint hint of youthfulness.

Warm water slowly flowed over her chest, neck, chin, and lips...

Yanji's body slid slowly down the edge of the smooth bathtub, sinking entirely into the water. Water filled her eyes, stinging a little, but she didn't close them. Instead, she stubbornly kept them open, even wanting to reach out and touch that face.

The woman's radiant smile seemed capable of healing all the pain in the world: "Yánjī, you must be happy, don't keep a cold face every day, too many worries will age you."

She was smiling, but her features began to bleed, crimson liquid spreading in the water, thread by thread, dyeing the pool red.