10: Aunt Qu's misfortune

The original owner of this body had loved everything associated with Leng Yunyan, so he had been exceptionally kind to the servants of the Leng Family.

Consequently, the servants of the Leng Family treated Ling Xian with great respect.

They would even share a great deal of information about Leng Yunyan with him.

However, this time, Ling Xian did not engage in conversation, nor did he ask about Leng Yunyan's preferences as he usually did.

Sensing this, the maid quickly fell silent.

As servants, they understood the disparity in status quite clearly.

Unlike the modern, high-tech feel of the Ling Corporation, the Leng Family villa leaned more toward a classical garden style.

As they reached the villa entrance, Leng Yunyan was already outside waiting.

Today, Leng Yunyan was not in her professional attire; instead, she had changed into a simple white dress.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall. She lacked her usual icy demeanor, and being at home, she actually exuded a rare softness and... laziness, appearing like an immortal from a painting who did not belong to the mortal world.

It had to be admitted that as the recognized number one beauty in Donghai, Leng Yunyan indeed possessed the capital to look down upon all others.

Especially those straight, slender legs and her jade-like feet in soft-soled slippers, looking as if carved from fine jade, were enough to move any man's heart.

"My mom asked me to pick you up; it wasn't my idea."

Watching Ling Xian approach, Leng Yunyan raised her eyes, her tone deliberately creating a sense of distance.

Ling Xian laughed inwardly. Without stopping his pace, he walked straight past her.

He... actually ignored me?

Leng Yunyan was stunned.

In the past, Ling Xian would have been ecstatic, hovering around her with constant concern.

But now... a wave of nameless anger rose in her heart.

She subconsciously scrutinized Ling Xian's profile.

Under the sunlight, the faint play of light and shadow outlined Ling Xian's features.

Ling Xian's skin was so good it even made her feel a twinge of jealousy.

"Hmph, just good looks..."

Leng Yunyan shook her head, trying to mask the strange sensation she was feeling.

They reached the center of the living room, where the light was soft.

A charming woman with voluminous waves, wearing a silk nightgown, was lounging as lazily as a cat.

She was holding her phone, scrolling through short videos.

Her red lips occasionally curled into a nonchalant smile, as if nothing in the world could truly pique her interest.

This beautiful woman was none other than Leng Yunyan's mother, Qu Shuiyun.

Time seemed to have been exceptionally kind to this woman.

The years had left few traces on her face; instead, they had distilled a mature charm that was even more impactful than Leng Yunyan's.

It wasn't just the aura of a wife; it was a charm that remained true to itself even after the baptisms of the world.

Ling Xian only felt a surge of heat threatening to burst from his nose.

"Mom, he's here," Leng Yunyan announced, then sat down on the other side of the sofa to play on her phone.

They were truly mother and daughter; their movements were identical.

Qu Shuiyun looked up and saw Ling Xian, her seductive phoenix eyes lighting up.

She put down her phone and frowned at Leng Yunyan. "How can you be so lazy?"

Immediately after, her face blossomed with warmth as she pulled Ling Xian to sit down.

"Little Xian, come quickly, sit here with your Aunt."

Ling Xian sat down composedly and smiled. "Aunt Qu, it's been three years. Your grace is even greater than before."

"Your mouth is still so sweet." Qu Shuiyun laughed so hard she trembled like a blooming branch. She naturally reached out to take Ling Xian's hand and patted it gently.

"Little Xian, do you really want to break off the engagement with Yunyan?

Your Aunt Qu is truly reluctant to let you go."

"That's right, Aunt Qu. This is the marriage contract!"

Ling Xian took out the long-prepared engagement contract, preserved in brocade, and placed it on the coffee table.

Qu Shuiyun looked at the contract, a complex look flashing in her eyes. She was the one who had commissioned someone to make this contract back then.

She reached out her slender hand and, under Leng Yunyan's surprised gaze, tore it in half without hesitation!

*Rip!*

"Mom! What are you doing?" Leng Yunyan said, displeased.

"I'm helping you tear up the contract. Since you don't appreciate Little Xian anyway, it's better to let him go sooner."

"Mom! If it's going to be torn, I should be the one to do it! How can you be like this?"

Ling Xian was also speechless. This mother and daughter pair were quite eccentric, actually fighting over who got to tear the marriage contract.

But soon, Ling Xian realized that Qu Shuiyun had done it on purpose.

She was purely enjoying the fun of tearing the contract.

"I never thought I, Qu Shuiyun, would one day get to tear up a marriage contract.

Hahaha..."

"Ling Xian, prepare another copy. I want to tear that one too."

Like mother, like daughter.

What was this chaos?

Treating tearing a marriage contract as a form of entertainment?

Could it be that Leng Yunyan wanted to break the engagement just to tear the contract once?

"It's been three years, and Little Xian has become even more handsome." Qu Shuiyun spoke very gently to Ling Xian, suddenly stuffing his head into her chest.

The sensation was soft, smooth, and elastic.

Even with Ling Xian's firm willpower, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.

"Yunyan, pour some tea for Little Xian." Qu Shuiyun's attitude toward Leng Yunyan wasn't nearly as pleasant; she used a commanding tone.

"Fine, fine..." Leng Yunyan curled her lip. No matter how reluctant she was, she wouldn't dare act out in front of her forceful mother.

Meanwhile, Ling Xian and Qu Shuiyun chatted happily.

"Hahaha... Little Xian, if I were ten years younger, I would have snatched up a handsome young man like you myself.

It's just that this girl Yunyan has no eye for quality."

Qu Shuiyun's words were far from ladylike; they were full of bold, suggestive remarks.

Ling Xian finally managed to struggle free from the "motorboat" embrace, but Qu Shuiyun seemed to have developed a taste for it.

"Come, let Auntie feel your abs." Before Ling Xian could react, Qu Shuiyun started touching him.

This left Ling Xian in a state of awkwardness, not knowing whether to move or stay still.

"What a great physique!" Qu Shuiyun praised.

"No matter how good his physique is, I still don't like him," Leng Yunyan muttered defensively.

"You girl, you're just stubborn..." Qu Shuiyun rolled her eyes at her daughter and leaned back lazily on the sofa.

"Little Xian is such a good person. I'll introduce him to someone even prettier and more sensible than you later. I'll make you so jealous you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Ling Xian took the tea Leng Yunyan handed him, thanked her, blew on it lightly, then turned his gaze toward her and asked seemingly casually:

"Does your company have a new security guard named Lin Feng?"

"I think there is one; the HR department hired him.

Why?" Leng Yunyan frowned, thinking it over.

Seeing her reaction, Ling Xian could confirm that Lin Feng hadn't had the chance to play the hero saving the beauty yet; his presence was extremely low.

"It's nothing. I just want to warn you that this person isn't simple. He's approaching you on purpose.

It would be best to find a reason to fire him," Ling Xian advised.

"Who are you to me? Since when do you get to tell me how to run my company?" Leng Yunyan asked haughtily.

However, in her heart, she already felt a bit of aversion toward this security guard named Lin Feng.

"You are my ex-fiancée.

Otherwise, you could return the clothes to me first." Ling Xian's reply was very flat.

But in Leng Yunyan's ears, it felt a bit different.

'Ex-fiancée'—it was a bit grating.

"Alright, alright. You two start bickering the moment you meet, like a young couple flirting." Qu Shuiyun smiled, trying to smooth things over.

Just as she was about to say more, her face suddenly turned pale, and she slumped uncontrollably to the side.

"Mom?" Leng Yunyan was terrified, her face losing color as she cried out and rushed forward to support her.

Ling Xian acted instantly, firmly catching Qu Shuiyun's other arm.

In his perception, Qu Shuiyun's aura had become violently disordered in that instant.

A cold soul fluctuation that did not belong to her appeared.

Although it was gone in a flash, Ling Xian had observed it clearly.

This Aunt Qu of his was definitely not as simple as he had thought.

"I'm fine... it's an old problem." Qu Shuiyun leaned in her daughter's arms, her voice weak. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her face was terrifyingly pale.

"Aunt Qu, can I take a look?" Ling Xian said in a heavy, solemn voice.

He reached out his fingers and gently placed them on Qu Shuiyun's forehead.

As expected!