Unknown Intrusion

Chapter 114 Why

Li Ningzhuang shook her head and didn't say anything more, only asking, "Do you really like him? Or do you have no other choice?"

"I don't know," Song Qiongyao said, gently wiping her eyes, but it seemed she couldn't get them completely clean.

“I hadn’t noticed him before, until he suddenly shone and joined the student council. I really admire his hard work and talent, or maybe I’m just envious or even jealous.”

"Then, Su Yu helped me and my family... Even my father appreciated him very much, so I decided to tell Su Yu my feelings."

This time, she made no attempt to hide it; her eyes, filled with a faint sadness, were streaked with tears.

Her tears felt like they were falling on her heart.

Certain tender emotions, like water plants, rippled outwards, stirring up a familiar sadness that Li Ningzhuang knew all too well.

The Li family is the envy of many, but who knows the pain and torment they have endured?
Even the Su family of the Xialan Duchy, if it weren't for the hidden dangers in their bloodline generation after generation, why would they cause so much trouble?

No, how many truly noble families are exempt from bloodline diseases?

Grace can also be a source of trouble.

“I was born with the traits of my ancestors… This is extraordinary, which should be a good thing. But… I just can’t bear these traits…”

With a helpless sigh, Song Qiongyao finally spoke, her voice trembling.

"It hurts so much... My whole body aches... I've been in pain since I was very young, it hurts all night long... It feels like my bone marrow is melting..."

"Even my father couldn't cure it... I sought help from friends... Unless a sage intervenes... But how is that possible..."

"Only very harsh methods can barely alleviate the symptoms."

"I'm not that bad!"

Summoning her strength, Song Qiongyao sighed heavily: "Last time we walked down the aisle... I shamelessly took the initiative to approach him..."

She clenched her fists so tightly that she almost tore the handkerchief.

"I have no choice!"

Choking back tears, she could barely speak.

“There… a blessing… that will give me a few days of peace… other than that… I didn’t take anything… I didn’t steal anything…”

“My father didn’t say it, but I knew I probably wouldn’t live past 18!”

Li Ningzhuang remained silent for a long time, then sighed deeply: "So, don't feel guilty. You didn't do anything wrong. You just wanted to try. So you must become a professional. Only the will and strength of a professional can keep you alive!"

"But you still have a choice."

"Is that so?" She knew what it meant, like her mother, to have a child and then let him or her share her bloodline disease.

But... as the dim sunlight streamed into the room, Song Qiongyao realized that her fingernails had dug into her palms without her noticing.

The newly added applewood crackled in the fireplace, casting the shadows of the two men on the wall in the firelight, and a moment of silence ensued.

"Do you know the story behind this tea set?" Li Ningzhuang tapped the rim of the cup lightly with a silver spoon, the crisp sound waking the tabby cat dozing near the fireplace. "Back then, your mother cried as she left behind this tea set that had been passed down for five generations."

She actually feels very sorry for you too.

But there was nothing she could do.

"Go change your clothes!" Li Ningzhuang stood up, her gaze sweeping to one side: "I heard that a new batch of black tea has arrived in the kitchen, and we need someone who understands it to taste it."

"Don't worry, there's always a way out in life."

The two left, and after a long while, Su Yu came out from the side of the door, remaining silent for a long time.

Although it was just a few words, combined with the rumors from my previous life, I still knew the general idea.

Is it a blood disease?

"Didn't live to 18? No, he did live to 20, it seems. He lived two years longer. Was it due to Sir Song's efforts?"

Seeing this young lady striving to live is like seeing myself back then, struggling tenaciously but still getting beaten down by reality.

Su Yu felt his eyes welling up with tears.

"I'm a little unsure what to do..."

It was Su Yu himself who started all of this. If he hadn't taken the initiative to approach her, if he hadn't interfered in her life, then none of this would have happened.

But... can Su Yu deceive himself about all this?

Song Qiongyao is indeed an extremely beautiful, outstanding, and captivating young woman!

"We're both fourteen!"

"Six years left, six years to become a sage seems like too much to ask."

"However, making her a professional might be possible; after all, I have the courtyard system."

He was deeply entangled with the Song family. Originally, he wanted to save his father and gain the Song family's help to salvage the fleet as a way to offset the conflict. But this time, the Song family also provided him with a professional license, which undoubtedly solved a major problem—namely, making the process legal.

"Otherwise, are we supposed to sign a 10-year service agreement with the college?"

"How can we ever repay this debt of gratitude?"

"Perhaps, it will fall on her?"

……

Bright gas lamps hung on the walls everywhere, illuminating the area.

Wooden staircases covered with soft carpet spiral up to each floor.

That's how this building was designed.

As Song Qiongyao walked up the stairs to the upper floor, she entered the spotless marble hall, where a girl with a cold expression stood in front of her.

The soft light from the chandelier illuminated the sofa, which could seat dozens of people side by side—it looked like a place for gatherings.

The room was now furnished with an elegant tablecloth, a pool table, a chessboard, and various snacks.

There was no one there.

Apart from the girl waiting here.

With her beautiful face, bright eyes, long hair, slender waist, and exquisite long dress, she looked like a fairy in the forest.

However, at this moment, her clear eyes were filled with coldness.

"Why?" The question pierced through like an arrow.

A silent silence.

Carefully choosing her tone, Song Qiongyao forced a bright smile.

"Qiaoqiao, you probably wouldn't understand."

"why?"

If they were exactly the same, it would be visible to the naked eye that the hair at the temples would be gently swaying, and the scent of flowers and plants would be faintly discernible.

When Song Qiongyao smelled the real earthy smell, her mind went blank and her body became sluggish.

She immediately held her breath and looked at Cheng Qiaoqiao in surprise.

Her little face was clearly angry, and her eyes were filled with intense questions... She probably wouldn't give up until she got an answer, right?

Those familiar with Cheng Qiaoqiao, the young lady, couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

I wanted to sneak away with my food without her knowing, but how did I get caught? Where did I slip up?

But, do you and Su Yu have a romantic relationship?
No, right?

If that's the case, then there are no obstacles!
What is the basis for such accusations?

In response, she subconsciously furrowed her brows and calmly asked, "What do you mean, why?"

"You know perfectly well that he's mine!" Cheng Qiaoqiao said firmly, "You've gone too far!"

"Even if we met a few years earlier, it doesn't prove anything!" The blunt reply revealed the young lady's unwavering resolve.

"No one can take away what belongs to a witch!"

"How many things have been stolen throughout history? Do you need me to recite the story of the witch having her treasures taken from her?" Song Qiongyao chuckled.

"Moreover, if I may point out something, Miss Qiaoqiao, you are not a witch yet, but only an apprentice."

"I thought we used to be friends."

Cheng Qiaoqiao looked at her, her voice tinged with disappointment, while Miss Song fell silent, her lips trembling.

Emptiness, loss, and stinging pain welled up in my heart.

"I'm sorry, Qiaoqiao."

"I don't want an apology!"

"I really like you, I really like you."

I value our friendship very much.

"But I really have no other choice."

Song Qiongyao fiddled with her temples, revealing a sorrowful smile.

(End of this chapter)