Dong Huiying was a bit stunned. Zhi Chen? When did he come over? How did I not hear a single bit of noise? She looked again at the carriage behind the man, noticing the emblem of the Blue mansion on it. She withdrew her gaze and looked back at the man’s face, seeing his bloodshot eyes. Even though she was still very angry about the man choking her neck that night, at this moment, she couldn’t help but feel a bit... compassionate. He... has he not been well? Has he not rested properly? How has he brought himself to such a state? Her heart felt astringent. She wanted to reproach him, wanted to care for him, but when it came down to it, she swallowed it all back down. With tightly closed lips, she slightly turned her face away. And Shu Yu had already noticed her abnormality. Shu Yu’s gaze went past the wife master and immediately saw the elder brother outside the courtyard. He squinted his eyes but privately couldn’t help letting out a long sigh. Truly unwilling for... brothers to fight, but if elder brother doesn’t come to his senses, if elder brother insists on his previous views, I’m afraid some things will only move toward those irreversible directions. If that time comes, no matter what, he certainly won’t loosen his grip. He believes others won’t either. Since choosing this path, there’s no retreat, no possibility to turn back. Luckily, judging from elder brother’s appearance, he should have come to his senses. Coming to senses is one thing, some matters cannot be held lightly. Therefore, Shu Yu held a cold and aloof demeanor, a faint smile on his lips full of sarcasm, and questioned rather cynically: "Oh, isn’t this our Mist Capital’s City Lord? Your Excellency, being a big figure, how come you actually condescend to come to this poor and humble abode?" Shu Yu sneered, but Liang Zhichen pretended not to notice, did not hear. All his attention was focused entirely on the woman in front of him. He had arrived here at dawn, deliberately waiting, for no other reason but knowing. If he rashly knocked on the door, with this woman’s temperament, she probably couldn’t even have her breakfast properly, right? He gazed intently at her, his gaze nearly greedy, searching her face over and over again. At this time, that annoying fellow appeared again, very obnoxious, actually tugging at the wife master’s arm and with a slight force pulling the wife master into his own embrace. He shot a sideways glance at his elder brother, tauntingly said: "Stop looking, those on different paths can’t make plans together. Even if Your Excellency keeps looking, the wife master will only be the wife master of us brothers, but not become Your Excellency’s alone." Liang Zhichen forcefully closed his eyes, suppressing the anxious emotions in his heart. His hands, hanging at his sides, slowly clenched into fists. He spoke in a tone quite oppressed with emotion: "Wife master, come back with me, okay?" After a pause, seeming to find himself insufficiently sincere, he added: "I know, I was wrong." Then, he slowly lifted the hem of his long robe, his knees, starting to fall. "What are you doing!" Dong Huiying was startled; she hurriedly supported the man’s arm, but the man’s attitude was rather insistent. "I was wrong." His body continued to sink, though she had considerable strength, she still couldn’t succeed in preventing him. With a thud, his knee hit the ground. He looked up at her, a faint smile on his face, yet appearing so painfully sorrowful and so pitiful...