Chapter 1461: 1461: Ominous Feeling

Chapter 1461: Chapter 1461: Ominous Feeling

Seeing Luo Ziling’s confused expression, Wuyue didn’t say anything further, sighed, and turned to leave.

Luo Ziling grabbed her arm and asked with a puzzled look, “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting so strange lately.”

Wuyue lowered her head and remained silent.

“Some things I said were just jokes or words spoken in anger—don’t take them seriously. As for my mom’s arrangements for the people around her, I won’t interfere, and she wouldn’t listen to me anyway. I think no one can replace the trust my mom has in you at the moment. I don’t even know about many of the things Yang Xiaodong and Wang Zhenjun are doing,” Luo Ziling explained before offering his suggestion: “But I also don’t want them acting on their own. For certain matters, I think the four of us should discuss and make decisions together. You’re the one in charge—this is something I’ve never doubted.”

Wuyue glanced up at Luo Ziling but didn’t say anything.

Luo Ziling let go of her arm and continued, “Later, the four of us will talk about these matters together. If there are any planned actions in the near future, we should also discuss them. What do you think?”

Wuyue nodded in agreement with what Luo Ziling said.

“Why did you suddenly bring this up with me today?” Luo Ziling remained full of doubt.

“I just feel uneasy!” Wuyue replied briefly before turning and leaving.

Watching Wuyue’s departing figure, Luo Ziling smiled bitterly, at a loss for what to do.

When Luo Ziling went downstairs, Luo Yuqing was sitting in the living room watching TV. Ling Ruonan and Yang Qingyin were still in the study talking, and Wuyue had already left.

“You’re all so secretive,” Luo Yuqing complained to Luo Ziling with a displeased look. “I feel like a useless extra around here.”

“Feeling bored? Then help me massage my back. I’ve been busy all day—my back and shoulders are aching. Hurry up and give me a proper massage.”

He only earned a kick from Luo Yuqing for that request. “Get your girlfriend to help you later—don’t ask me.”

“You don’t act like an older sister at all.”

“Being an older sister means I have to massage you?”

“Older sisters are supposed to care for their younger brothers, aren’t they?”

“If I bite you, you’ll feel some real care!”

Seeing Luo Yuqing baring her teeth like she was going to bite him, Luo Ziling quickly fled.

At that moment, Yang Qingyin and Ling Ruonan finished their discussion and came out of the study.

Their expressions appeared normal—there didn’t seem to be any tension, at least not from Yang Qingyin’s face.

“Two beautiful ladies—finished chatting?” Luo Ziling walked up with a smile and teased them. “Looking at your expressions, you must have been plotting something highly classified and vital to the nation, right?”

“Stop being cheeky,” Ling Ruonan shot Luo Ziling a glare and instructed, “Qingyin just got back from America and hasn’t fully adjusted to the jet lag. Take her home early so she can rest. Tomorrow you need to visit the Yang Family Old House, so make sure you’re well-rested.”

“Mrs. Ling, Yuqing, I’ll be heading home now,” Yang Qingyin smiled at Luo Ziling before saying, “Ziling, can you take me home?”

Luo Ziling gave Ling Ruonan a curious look, then glanced at Yang Qingyin. Ultimately, he agreed.

“Alright, I’ll take you out.”

Luo Yuqing noticed Ling Ruonan’s expression and laughed. “I’ll stay here and chat with Mrs. Ling for a bit longer. You two go ahead.”

“Alright,” Luo Ziling didn’t say much, took Yang Qingyin’s hand, and walked out of the house.

“What did you just talk about with my mom?” Luo Ziling asked Yang Qingyin eagerly as they left the house. “My mom didn’t criticize you, right?”

“No,” Yang Qingyin shook her head. “She just told me about some things regarding Yang Yunzhong. I had no idea my uncle could be so ruthless, doing so many shameful deeds.”

“When it comes to profit, many people disregard family ties,” Luo Ziling sighed but didn’t press Yang Qingyin on the details.

“Actually, your mom feels somewhat guilty about my deceased uncle. That’s why she’s the biggest proponent of reconciliation between the Yang Family, Luo Family, and Ling Family,” Yang Qingyin held onto Luo Ziling’s arm lightly and said, “But sadly, a wish often remains just a wish.”

“Did my mom say anything else to you?” Luo Ziling had already guessed the general nature of their conversation but suspected Ling Ruonan had brought up other matters as well.

Yang Qingyin hesitated briefly before nodding.

“She hopes that as we date, we can stay rational and not reach a point of no return without leaving ourselves any options,” Yang Qingyin said softly, with a hint of helplessness. “I understand her meaning—she still prefers Ouyang Feifei and doesn’t want me to become…”

As Yang Qingyin spoke, the two of them stepped outside the villa.

Luo Ziling stopped at the villa’s entrance, turned to face Yang Qingyin, and asked her very seriously, “Qingyin, how did you respond to her?”

“My feelings haven’t changed.”

Luo Ziling gripped Yang Qingyin’s hand tightly and asked softly, “Qingyin, I’ve been wondering—if one day you, like my mom, found out you were pregnant, do you think our parents would try to separate us like they did with mine?”

Yang Qingyin froze, surprised by Luo Ziling’s question, and for a moment didn’t know how to respond.

After a while, she hesitated and asked, “Are you thinking about marrying because of a baby?”

Luo Ziling smiled but didn’t answer her question.

Yang Qingyin didn’t say anything further either. She simply held onto Luo Ziling’s hand tightly and continued walking with him.

“Actually, as long as we want to be together, no one can stop us,” Yang Qingyin finally shared her true thoughts after walking for a while. “But right now, I feel like you’re hesitating. Am I right? Because you still have other women in your heart—you still have other options.”

Luo Ziling froze, “Why would you say that?”

“Isn’t it true?” Yang Qingyin looked a little dejected, staring ahead as she spoke softly. “I don’t believe that Lin Lan, who you saved multiple times, doesn’t hold any special feelings for you. Or that Ouyang Feifei, who grew up with you and whom your mom likes the most, isn’t occupying a place in your heart.”

“Why do you think that?” Luo Ziling said bitterly, looking at Yang Qingyin.

Yang Qingyin stopped walking and turned to look directly at Luo Ziling. “Ziling, do you love me purely? Tell me honestly—what’s in your heart?”

Luo Ziling thought for a moment before replying, feeling aggrieved, “I want to marry you. I want to spend my life with you and have children together. Isn’t that enough?”

“Women have very high expectations when it comes to love. Everyone hopes they are the one and only in their man’s heart. I’m no different, and neither are other women. But you—you can’t meet that expectation, can you?” Yang Qingyin lowered her head and said, “I know you love me the most. But you also love Ouyang Feifei, Lin Lan, and maybe even others. Add to that the insurmountable obstacles between us—I truly worry…”

“Worry about what?”

“That one day, after an argument or conflict, we’ll reach a point where there’s no turning back!”

Hearing this, Luo Ziling’s heart shook. “What’s gotten into you today? What did my mom say to you exactly, to make you think this way?”

“I don’t want to talk anymore. I’m tired and just want to go home and sleep. You can drop me off at the door,” Yang Qingyin opened her arms and hugged Luo Ziling. “I just hope we never have a day filled with tears. Okay?”

“Okay,” Luo Ziling nodded firmly and pulled Yang Qingyin tightly into his embrace.