Two days before the wedding, Uncle Qin had already decorated the bridal room. Ji Die’s clothes were also sent over in advance, and Uncle Qin additionally prepared a batch of clothes for her. For example, the one Ji Die was wearing was this year’s haute couture from a top brand, which best highlighted a woman’s figure and temperament. Yun Ya was brushing her long, black hair and smiled, saying: "Aunt Die, your hair is really beautiful. I remember you are from Jiangnan, right? They say Jiangnan nurtures people well, and indeed, it has nurtured someone as wonderful as you." Ji Die looked at the woman in the mirror, raised her hand, and touched her cheek. She was old... "My hometown is a water town in Jiangnan. My mother gave birth to me out of wedlock. She couldn’t afford to raise me, so she left me at the orphanage’s doorstep. If the old gentleman hadn’t taken me from the orphanage, I don’t know where I would be now." "Aunt Die, have you ever looked for her?" "The old gentleman said that people should not forget their roots. After I became an adult, he asked me to return to my hometown to find my mother and serve her in her old age. I found the orphanage that had taken me in, only to learn that my mother had drowned accidentally due to mental instability the year after she abandoned me." Ji Die’s tone was indifferent, without a trace of sadness. Yun Ya hadn’t expected Aunt Die’s background to be so tragic. This was the first time she had heard her mention it. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel(ꜰ)ire.net "I’m sorry for bringing up something that hurts you." Ji Die smiled indifferently: "If Miss Yun hadn’t mentioned it, I would have long forgotten." "Then Aunt Die, do you hate her?" "Hate?" Ji Die seemed confused by the word: "Why should I hate her? If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t exist, nor would I have met the old gentleman and you, Miss Yun. I already consider myself fortunate. There are so many people in this world worse off than me. Besides, I never thought my situation was that pitiful; it’s just life." Yun Ya paused, pursed her lips, and stayed silent. It was because she didn’t have the right to hate. But she was different. She had enough reasons to hate Ji Lanyi. Around eleven o’clock at night, Qin Zhuan finally returned. He walked into the living room, looking dejected, and sat down on the sofa with his coat in hand. Qin Du stood up, walked over to him, and stared at Qin Zhuan’s particularly tired face. He pursed his lips and asked: "Dad, you should give Aunt Die an explanation." Qin Zhuan held his head with both hands, his voice nearly hoarse: "I thought I could do it, but in the end, I overestimated myself, haha...." "Did you see her?" Qin Du’s eyes narrowed slightly. Qin Zhuan shook his head: "She wouldn’t forgive me...." Qin Du grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to face himself: "You did nothing wrong, so why ask for her forgiveness?" Qin Du pointed upstairs: "At the wedding, you abandoned your new wife. You always taught me to be responsible, but what are you doing now?" Ji Die came downstairs: "Ah Du, don’t blame him." Qin Du turned away and sat down on the sofa. Qin Zhuan looked at Ji Die but suddenly felt unable to face her. He quickly said sorry and hurried upstairs. Ji Die smiled gently at Yun Ya and then went upstairs as well. Yun Ya walked over to the sofa opposite Qin Du, sat down, smiled, and whispered: "After being gone for more than ten years, she finally came back." Qin Du looked at her with concern: "Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone hurt you." "It’s easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to avoid an arrow in the dark. Can Brother Ah Du protect me for a lifetime?" She shook her head: "What you can’t avoid, you ultimately have to face." Upstairs, Ji Die looked at the man standing by the window with his back to her and smiled as she walked over: "Brother Qin, has Miss come back?" Qin Zhuan shook his head: "I didn’t see her." Ji Die sighed: "Since Miss has returned, why doesn’t she reveal herself?" Qin Zhuan turned to look at her, his lips quivering: "Xiao Die, I am sorry...." Ji Die smiled gently: "It’s okay, I forgive you. Our marriage was forced because of the child. I know you like Miss. You have never forgotten her all these years. To be honest, I admire you and envy Miss. If I had a man who loved me so much, I wouldn’t have any regrets even if I died." Under the dim light, the woman’s face appeared even more soft and charming. Her eyes were as gentle as the apricot blossoms in March, making one’s heart soften. He hadn’t expected her to be so understanding, not blaming him but instead considering his feelings. His guilt towards her deepened. "Fortunately, we haven’t registered our marriage yet. There is still a chance to remedy the situation. Binding you to me because of a child is too unfair to you."