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Shen Baiyue also noticed that Ruan Qing’s physical condition was not good. They immediately returned to the main villa’s hall to rest.
The villa had air conditioning on, and as soon as they entered, a refreshing coolness enveloped them, making it quite comfortable.
Ruan Qing sat on the sofa, breathing slowly to recover.
Shen Baiyue found a blanket from somewhere and placed it over Ruan Qing’s legs.
Ruan Qing felt a bit warm and didn’t want to cover himself, but he also knew that abruptly exposing himself to air conditioning after being warm could easily lead to catching a cold.
So, Ruan Qing didn’t refuse Shen Baiyue’s kind gesture.
As they enjoyed the cool air, they took out paper and pens to organize the taboos they had noted down.
Many of them were repetitive.
To enhance efficiency, Ruan Qing and Shen Baiyue independently recorded what they observed.
While Ruan Qing was sorting through his notes, three of the taboos caught his attention as particularly peculiar.
- No wearing of red clothes.
- No going behind the mountain graveyard.
- No staying in the villa during a funeral.
The first one was somewhat understandable; it seemed the Yang family disliked the color red, as hardly anything red could be found in the villa.
Even the peonies in the garden had no hint of red.
However, the second and third rules were more perplexing.
These two rules directly contradicted each other.
During a funeral, one couldn’t go behind the mountain graveyard, and at the same time, one couldn’t stay in the villa.
This meant the only option was to leave the Yang family villa.
After all, the only places in the Yang family without fog were these two areas. Besides the two, there was nowhere else to go.
In other words, if someone couldn’t leave the Yang family villa during a funeral, it was essentially a death sentence.
It was evident that something terrifying would happen on the day of the funeral.
Unfortunately, it would be challenging to find out exactly what would occur on that day.
Ruan Qing and Shen Baiyue didn’t find anything on the main villa side, suggesting that it might involve the core of the instance.
If they wanted to investigate, it seemed they would have to go up to the fourth floor.
On the desk in Yang Chenjin’s study, there was not only the mentioned document but also a pile of other materials. Among them might be some crucial clues.
However, now was evidently not the right time to delve into it. Ruan Qing had to give up and continue organizing the data with Shen Baiyue.
It was now half-past five in the afternoon, approaching dinner time in the Yang family.
Ruan Qing and Shen Baiyue hastened their pace in recording information.
Footsteps echoed up the stairs, but neither Ruan Qing nor Shen Baiyue bothered to look up. The sound of guests investigating was a common occurrence, and they had grown accustomed to it.
Yet this time seemed different. The footsteps stopped beside them.
Someone sat on the sofa next to them.
The bustling lobby fell silent as the footsteps echoed, and Ruan Qing felt something odd. He unconsciously lifted his head to glance at the person sitting beside them.
He froze.
It was... Yang Chenyan.
At this moment, Yang Chenyan sat on the sofa, legs crossed, looking down at Ruan Qing and Shen Baiyue arrogantly.
Even seated on the sofa, he exuded a sense of superiority, and his presence was oppressively strong.
Stronger than when he spoke.
Ruan Qing stiffened, holding the pen, and instinctively avoided Yang Chenyan’s gaze. He appeared tense and uneasy.
It seemed the courage to taunt Yang Chenyan in the morning had vanished.
After an afternoon of investigation, all the guests now knew the significance of the names Yang Chenjin and Yang Chenyan in the Yang family villa. They were the true masters who could decide the life and death of everyone with just a thought.
In the hall, none of the guests dared to speak, and some silently left the room.
For Ruan Qing and Shen Baiyue, leaving the hall to talk would seem too deliberate, especially considering the presence of Yang Chenyan. It might even provoke him.
Ruan Qing had no choice but to pretend not to notice Yang Chenyan and continue sorting out the documents with Shen Baiyue.
Fortunately, Yang Chenyan didn’t seem to say anything. After glancing a few times, he took out a tablet computer, seemingly engrossed in a game.
However, for those who paid attention, it was apparent that Yang Chenyan’s focus wasn’t on the tablet but on the person in a shirt nearby.
Yang Chenyan initially thought it was just his irritability due to lack of sleep, but even when he had rested well, seeing this ‘sister-in-law’ still made him uneasy. Especially when the young man completely ignored him. The irritability deepened.
When the young man accidentally touched hands with Shen Baiyue while reaching for the documents, Yang Chenyan’s irritation reached its peak. He coldly put down the tablet, preparing to mock them.
Suddenly, the young man stood up, leaning towards him.
Yang Chenyan widened his eyes, stiffening on the sofa. The sarcastic words got stuck in his throat.
He watched as the young man approached, feeling an unusual tension. It was an emotion he hadn’t experienced before.
Unconsciously, Yang Chenyan tightened his grip on the tablet in his hand.
The young man got closer, nearly touching his legs. Yang Chenyan could even smell a faint fragrance of orchids emanating from the young man’s body.
It was a very light scent, but to Yang Chenyan, it felt overwhelmingly fragrant, making him want to...
Yang Chenyan’s body stiffened even more.
His ears turned unexpectedly red.
His heartbeat started racing uncontrollably.
Even his stiffened breath seemed to halt.
Yang Chenyan stared at the person approaching, and his hands involuntarily trembled.
He, he, what did he want?
Why was he suddenly getting so close to him?
Yang Chenyan’s body stiffened, not daring to move at all.
However, the young man continued to approach him, as if intending to sit on his lap and then snuggle into his arms.
And then...
And then...
Yang Chenyan’s ears turned even redder.
He pursed his lips slightly, nervous, unsure of how to place his hands.
Even his legs, seemingly not under his control, felt tense.
Even the sound of his heartbeat seemed louder, audible even to himself.
Nervously, Yang Chenyan watched the young man before him, his eyes revealing an anticipation he hadn’t even noticed.
And then he helplessly watched as the young man passed by him, taking the documents placed next to him.
Taking away... the documents next to him...
Hahaha, he wasn't paying attention to you. Thanks a lot for the chapters to the translator and donators❤
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