Chapter 1467: 1467: This Is Making Her Wish She Were Dead

Chapter 1467: Chapter 1467: This Is Making Her Wish She Were Dead

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Feifei said these words in front of Ling Ruonan, which caused Luo Ziling, who had just picked up his tea to drink, to choke.

After coughing forcefully a few times, he managed to expel the water that had entered his lungs but ended up making quite a mess.

Ling Ruonan glanced at Ouyang Feifei, then at the embarrassed Luo Ziling but didn’t say anything.

Fearing Ling Ruonan might misunderstand, Luo Ziling hurried to explain, “She’s been feeling unwell these past two days and hasn’t been sleeping well. I originally agreed to help her with acupuncture treatment. But when I sent her a message, she didn’t reply. I assumed she was sleeping, so I didn’t want to bother her. By the looks of her today, she probably didn’t sleep well last night either. How about later tonight, before she goes to bed, I go over and treat her again? That way, she won’t hold a grudge.”

Seeing Luo Ziling explain it like this, Ouyang Feifei merely rolled her eyes and didn’t say much more.

After all, Ouyang Feifei wasn’t an ordinary girl. In front of Ling Ruonan, she didn’t dare act too recklessly and temporarily suppressed her dissatisfaction with Luo Ziling.

The main topic of discussion between the two women was investments in Yuezhou and other areas in the South.

From their conversation, Luo Ziling could sense that the partnership between Lingyun Group and the Northern Group was growing stronger, almost enough to be called a strategic alliance. This was undoubtedly beneficial for Ling Ruonan’s career and the Luo Family’s rise. However, seeing the two women so close made Luo Ziling a bit uneasy.

While he was still feeling unsettled, a WeChat message from Yang Qingyin arrived.

“Junior, I’ve already left the old house and am on my way back. Let’s find a place to have tea and dinner together later, okay?”

“Of course, no problem,” Luo Ziling replied. “Where are you? I’ll come to you!”

Yang Qingyin mentioned a meeting spot, and Luo Ziling responded, saying he’d head over right away.

“Mom, I have something to take care of, so I’m leaving,” Luo Ziling stood up, said to Ling Ruonan, and then added apologetically to Ouyang Feifei, “Please keep my mom company for a bit longer. I’ll come back tonight to treat you. I guarantee you’ll sleep well.”

“Go ahead,” Ling Ruonan smiled softly and asked, “Will you come back for dinner? If so, I’ll prepare something.”

“I’ll have dinner before I return, so don’t worry about me!”

“Alright then!”

Ouyang Feifei just stared at Luo Ziling without saying anything, but from her gaze, he could sense dissatisfaction and grievance. Yet, he chose not to address it.

Taking the private elevator down to the underground parking lot, Luo Ziling quickly instructed Wang Zhenjun to accompany him.

Wang Zhenjun knew that Luo Ziling was most likely going to meet Yang Qingyin, so he cheerfully tagged along.

Yang Xiaodong, upon learning of Ouyang Feifei’s arrival, went to discuss matters with Wang Qing.

The location Yang Qingyin mentioned was a tranquil teahouse hidden in an alley.

When Luo Ziling arrived, Yang Qingyin hadn’t yet arrived, so he first requested a private room.

Just as the server brought over the tea and snacks Luo Ziling had ordered, Yang Qingyin appeared at the end of the hallway.

“Looks like you’re not in a good mood either,” seeing Yang Qingyin enter with a downcast expression, Luo Ziling couldn’t resist making a joke, “Your grandfather must have scolded you.”

“If it were just scolding, it would be fine,” Yang Qingyin said, tossing her bag onto the table and propping her chin on her hands, staring blankly at Luo Ziling.

“Even though I know I’m very handsome, don’t look at me like that!” Luo Ziling imitated her posture, resting his chin on his hands, “Don’t look all lovestruck, okay?”

“You’re the one looking lovestruck,” Yang Qingyin kicked Luo Ziling lightly and said irritably, “You still have the nerve to joke?”

“You should always stay optimistic, no matter what!”

“Ziling, my grandfather’s stance is very firm, and my father is the same. What should I do?” Yang Qingyin stopped joking and said plaintively, “Earlier, my grandfather told me the feud between the Yang Family and the Luo Family couldn’t be resolved. So, they firmly refuse to let us be together.”

“You didn’t mention the incident where Yang Yunzhong nearly ruined your life?” Luo Ziling had originally planned to bring this up with Yang Yuanshan but felt it inappropriate coming from him. He thought it would be better if someone from the Yang Family brought it up instead.

“My dad must have mentioned it to him. I didn’t hide it; I told my grandfather about it. But he only said it was a Yang Family matter and didn’t require outsiders interfering.” Yang Qingyin smiled faintly, “From his refusal to accept your treatment, I already guessed this outcome.”

“Neither your father nor your grandfather considered that, on that day, if anything had gone slightly wrong, your life would have been ruined? Even after such an incident, they won’t stand up for you or punish those responsible? And they still bear grudges against the person who saved you—me!?” Luo Ziling was visibly annoyed.

Yang Qingyin fell silent after hearing this, unsure of how to respond.

“I didn’t mention this to your grandfather, and my father probably hasn’t either. Others might not have conveyed how severe this incident was, but I’m certain he knows. He’s just pretending he doesn’t,” Yang Qingyin said bitterly, covering her face with both hands, “He only holds a grudge against Yang Yunzhong, a member of the Yang Family, being targeted. He’s blaming you for everything.”

Luo Ziling chuckled bitterly, “To your Yang Family, I should be keeping my head down and behaving. Even if they bully me, I’m not allowed to retaliate. The moment I fought back, they acted as if I committed an unforgivable sin, claiming we’re too arrogant and disrespectful. This is the classic hypocrisy of allowing the powerful to set fires while forbidding the commoners to light lamps!”

Yang Qingyin remained silent, and Luo Ziling didn’t know what else to say.

At that moment, the door to the private room was violently pushed open. Both of them were startled and saw Yang Yunlin standing angrily at the doorway.

“Dad,” Yang Qingyin stood up blankly, unsure of what to do as she looked at Yang Yunlin, “How did you find this place?”

“Come home with me immediately,” Yang Yunlin shouted at Yang Qingyin, his face dark with anger, “Did you forget what your grandfather just told you?”

“I’m not going back,” Yang Qingyin stubbornly stood her ground, “I’m discussing this matter with Ziling.”

Luo Ziling also stood up, shielding Yang Qingyin, “Mr. Yang, no matter what, you should understand—it was your cousin who almost ruined your daughter, and I merely want to make her happy and give her a life filled with joy and happiness.”

“Do you think forcing yourself on her, disregarding our family and yours—without the blessings of parents—can lead to happiness?” Yang Yunlin calmed down slightly, spoke in a cold tone, “Qingyin isn’t like you. We’ve raised her for over twenty years, bringing her to adulthood. You insist on severing our familial ties and throwing our family into chaos—is this your idea of happiness? What you’re actually doing is making her miserable, driving her to despair!”

Yang Yunlin’s words made Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin’s faces turn pale.