3But no matter how much he pleaded, the villa’s butler and servants refused to let him in, nor would they tell him where Ouchen was. He clung to the iron railings of the main gate, begging, until a burly male servant dragged him out and flung him onto the ground outside the gate, rendering him unconscious. When he awoke, it was already midnight, and rain was falling from the sky, yet he still lay on the ground outside the villa. The icy rain brought a bone-chilling cold. He saw that the villa was pitch-black, as if devoid of all life. Struggling, he managed to rise and press the bell again. Perhaps Brother Ouchen had returned, perhaps Brother Ouchen was sleeping inside... Yet, still, no one would open the door for him... After a wave of dizziness, he collapsed again into the pooling rainwater...

“I gave the orders.” Steward Shen said, his face impassive. “The villa welcomes no disturbances, nor any idle onlookers.”

While guarding the unconscious young master, he had received a call seeking instruction from Butler Liu at the villa. Looking at the young master, whose life hung in the balance in the hospital bed, he had coldly replied to Butler Liu.

“You seem to believe that everything you do is entirely justified.” Yin Xiaomo forced herself to restrain her emotions. At that time, Xiao Cheng had just been discharged from the hospital. His already fragile health, which hadn't recovered, was drenched by the heavy rain throughout an entire night while he was unconscious, causing an immediate and severe deterioration into aggressive nephritis and complications involving other internal organs. Due to these complications, Xiao Cheng’s body could never be stabilized into a healthy state; now, dialysis wasn't even an option, leaving a kidney transplant as the only means to fight for his last shred of life. Furthermore, the doctors had warned her that even after the transplant, Xiao Cheng would still...

“Seeing the young master’s affections and life harmed—at that time, those actions felt entirely justified to me.” “How you choose to treat me, I have nothing to say,” Yin Xiaomo’s chest rose and fell slightly. “But Xiao Cheng was just a child then! Don’t you feel even a shred of remorse?” Steward Shen fell silent for a moment, a flicker of self-reproach crossing his eyes. “I will take responsibility for what I have done. However, I am surprised that you mistakenly believe the young master authorized all of this against you.” “……” Bitterness welled up in her heart. So, was everything in the past merely a misunderstanding? But what was the point of discussing it now? All the harm had been inflicted; all the mistakes were almost impossible to rectify. Steward Shen looked at her directly and said, “Because the young master loves you with his very life, he would never—could never—do anything to cause you pain. Please cherish the young master’s feelings, and do not wound him again and again.”

*“It’s Yin Xiaomo again…” In the bar, the rose-red lights were hazy and dreamlike. In a rose-red circular sofa, Shen Qiang spoke as she set down yesterday’s old newspaper, which Boss Xia casually picked up. Several powerfully built men loomed in the distance, keeping other patrons away from this corner of the bar. “Oh?” The headline on the paper, printed in startlingly large type, read: ‘Wealthy Bride Yin Xiaomo’s Past Criminal Record Was Once Erased’. Boss Xia looked at it thoughtfully. Hua Jin… this reporter certainly had connections reaching the heavens. He had ordered all records of Yin Xiaomo at the detention center destroyed years ago; he hadn't expected even a single flaw to remain… “Perhaps the wedding will be called off. How could the Ouyang Group possibly accept a bride with a criminal history?” Shen Qiang glanced at Luo Xi beside her, her expression complicated. Although the news concerning Yin Xiaomo’s past imprisonment, exposed by the Orange Daily, was quickly suppressed beneath the surface like a fleeting bubble—and all other media outlets abruptly fell silent after only one day of coverage—the high society was fully aware of the matter. The reporter’s account was well-substantiated; it likely wasn't fabricated out of thin air. Summer of Bubbles III

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