However, for this vulgar, stupid wretch, you actually disregarded my deep affection. Not only did you heartlessly reject me, but you also pointed me toward that idiot Nan Dong and even banished me from the mansion, never to see me again;

I loved you for so many years, why couldn't you agree to even this small request of mine? Why do you treat me this way?

If back then you hadn't rejected me, your eldest son wouldn't have almost drowned in the pond, your second daughter wouldn't have been born prematurely and gone missing for several years, ending up so vulgar that everyone despised her, and your youngest daughter wouldn't have become timid and faint-hearted, hating you to the bone. All of this is your fault, all your fault!"

With two crisp slaps, Lady Nangong looked down at Qiu Yue, whose cheeks were swollen and from whose mouth corners fresh blood spilled; her voice was calm without any emotion, "Even if I hadn't married Yelin, I wouldn't have felt at ease with you by his side. Now that Yelin and I are husband and wife, I will not allow anyone to harm him.

I love him deeply, and I will accompany him forever, along with our children. Whoever dares to harm them even slightly, we as husband and wife will repay a thousand, a hundredfold!"

"Huiru!" Unable to care for the presence of Yang Mengchen, Long Xuanmo, and his son, Nangong Yelin looked at his wife with profound affection, his heart moved beyond description.

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

Slowly stepping back to her seat, she sat down and grasped her husband's hands tightly. Lady Nangong's lips curled into a tender smile, and in the starry brightness of her eyes, her love reached straight to Nangong Yelin's heart.

Every couple around them shared a deep, significant bond, and most importantly, they were all in lifelong partnerships, which deeply moved Yang Mengchen, who also felt envious.

Long Xuanmo's eyes were half-closed, his face expressionless—he seemed lost in thought.

Nangong Lingfei and Nangong Lingyan felt fortunate and proud in their heart, to be the children of such parents in this life was a blessing they must have cultivated over several lifetimes.

Meanwhile, lying in bed, Nangong Lingyan was dispirited, her tearful eyes clouded with regret and despair. She resembled a lifeless rag doll, eliciting immense pity and compassion from anyone who saw her.

"You..."

With a flick of her wrist, she sealed Qiu Yue's pressure point to mute her, and Yang Mengchen said indifferently, "Take her away, and later hand her over to Uncle Nangong's family for punishment."

Hai Tang immediately stepped forward, pressing several of Qiu Yue's acupoints to immobilize her before carrying away the unconscious woman.

Just as Lady Nangong was about to say something, an urgent cry came from the bedroom, "Ninth Sister, come quickly, something has happened to Fifth Sister!"

Lady Nangong was the first to dash towards the bedroom, her steps staggering and chaotic, nearly falling several times. Nangong Yelin reached out to support his wife, with Nangong Lingfei, Yang Mengchen, and Long Xuanmo closely following behind.

On the bedroom bed, Nangong Lingyao's complexion was ashen, her eyes lifeless. The pallor around her mouth was tinged with traces of fresh blood—as if, unable to face her family, she had attempted to bite off her tongue. Fortunately, Nangong Lingyan had discovered this in time and prevented it; the alternative was unthinkable.

"Lingyao, why are you so foolish? If anything had happened to you, what would mother and father have done?" Holding her daughter tightly, Lady Nangong wept copiously.

Yang Mengchen spoke softly, "Aunty Nangong, let me look at Sister Ling Yao's injury first."

Lady Nangong carefully laid her daughter back on the bed, her expression tense and worried as she watched Yang Mengchen.

"Sister Ling Yao, I have something to tell you in a bit, but for now, could you please open your mouth?" Yang Mengchen asked gently. Nangong Ling Yan looked at her and after a long while, her lips slowly parted. Yang Mengchen examined the injury closely, noting a small wound in the middle of the tongue, but it wasn't serious.

After taking her pulse, she finally produced a pill and fed it to her, "Don't worry, rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

"Ms. Yang, Ling Yao's body..." Having heard from Qiu Yue that her daughter took a drug that could lead to addiction, Nangong Yelin was very concerned, having heard of the drug's powerful effects.

Yang Mengchen smiled reassuringly, "I've taken Sister Ling Yao's pulse, and her fundamentals are not damaged. Although quitting the medicine will be somewhat painful, it will take at most half a year to be completely rid of it. With meticulous care for another year or two, I guarantee Sister Ling Yao will fully recover."

"Thank you, Ms. Yang!" The Nangong family breathed a sigh of relief.

As she looked at the family members gathered around the bed, tears welled up in Nangong Ling Yan's eyes. They slid down her pale cheeks onto the pillow. Enduring the pain in her tongue, she said with difficulty, "I'm sorry..."

"Ling Yao, it's all our fault for not protecting you, we are the ones who should be sorry!" Holding her daughter's hand, Lady Nangong was in tears.

Nangong Yelin, supporting his wife's trembling shoulders, looked at his daughter with eyes full of guilt and regret. He was the instigator of it all; he was the one who had hurt his wife and children.

Nangong Ling Fei consoled his sister in a soft voice, "Little sister, don't think too much. We are a family, and we should share both good and bad times."

"Big brother is right, little sister. Just focus on recovering. As long as you are well, that's all that matters," Nangong Ling Yan encouraged her sister with a smile.

Nangong Ling Yao didn't speak, just kept on crying.

It seemed that unless Nangong Ling Yao's inner turmoil was resolved, she would not have the will to live. It was fortunate that Nangong Ling Yan had discovered her in time this time. But what about the next time, or the time after that? With Nangong Ling Yao resolute in seeking death, there were countless ways she could do it.

Surely they couldn't assign someone to watch over her every moment, without blinking, could they?

Thinking this, Yang Mengchen warmly said to the others, "I have something to tell Sister Ling Yao, please step outside for a moment."

After giving Yang Mengchen a deep look, Long Xuanmo was the first to leave the room.

Although the Nangong family didn't understand what Yang Mengchen wanted to say to Nangong Ling Yao, they trusted her and left the bedroom one after the other.

Sitting down on the stool beside the bed, Yang Mengchen took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from Nangong Ling Yao's eyes, her voice soft as water.

"Sister Ling Yao, living in this world, one cannot expect smooth sailing all the time. We will encounter a variety of events, and only by facing life actively and maintaining a broad-minded and resilient heart, can you strongly confront any difficulty and obstacle and live each day happily and contentedly."

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