amaotonovel Chapter 360 White Flame Blood Jade, the Sacred Relic of the Si Sect
Chapter 360 White Flame Blood Jade, the Sacred Relic of the Si Sect
"Your mother is beautiful, outstanding, and also very innocent and considerate..."
“I remember that she happened to be in a little trouble at the time, and I happened to pass by and helped her out. It was just a small thing, but she remembered it and said she wanted to treat me to a meal to repay my kindness.”
"After a while, and being at such a young and innocent age, they quickly developed feelings for each other."
"Young and impetuous, unable to control myself, I ultimately tasted the forbidden fruit..."
Si Longshen slowly recounted what happened back then, and Ning Yao listened attentively.
She was curious, curious about what had happened between her mother and father back then.
She had a lot of questions, and she would ask them one by one after Si Longshen finished recounting his experiences.
Everyone in the room was focused on Si Longshen, except for Wen Tingye, who had no interest whatsoever in Si Longshen's old-fashioned love stories. He suddenly leaned back, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep, as if it had nothing to do with him.
“I originally planned to go back to the Si family to discuss the annulment of the engagement with the elders. I wanted to marry your mother into the Si family in a proper and legitimate way. Before leaving, I left the sacred object of the Si family, the most important thing to me, to your mother.”
"White Flame Blood Jade, that is my sincerity towards your mother."
"Unexpectedly, an accident happened on the way, and I was seriously injured. I had to stay in bed for two or three years to recover."
"During this time, Qiu Lu took good care of me. I am very grateful that before we were married and had no official status, she had already devoted herself to me and did not mind my request to break off the engagement at all."
Si Longshen sighed softly as he finished speaking, his eyes filled with gratitude.
“I sent people to Z country to look for Xiyun, and I even went there myself a few times. Unfortunately, she had already broken ties with her family by then, and I searched for three whole months without any news of her.”
"Si Men's network of connections spans the globe. Unless she is deliberately hiding it, I would not be completely unable to find any information about her."
"Simen was very busy and I couldn't stay in Z country for long. Disheartened, I returned to Simen."
"Later, I got married to Qiu Lu."
"Life is unpredictable; there will be changes, there will be unexpected events, and everything is arranged by God..."
Si Longshen finished speaking and turned his gaze to the slender woman sitting opposite him.
Ning Yao listened carefully to every word, her face growing paler with each word, and a nameless fire gradually rose in her heart.
So her father only went back to look for her for three months. When he couldn't find her after three months, he gave up.
Her poor mother was deeply in love with her sweetheart and thought of him until her death.
If it weren't for the fact that she was pregnant and didn't want her child to be called an illegitimate child without a father, Luo Xiyun would never have gotten married.
But her good father only returned to China and searched for three months before giving up?
Ning Yao's fingernails almost dug through the flesh of her palms, but she desperately tried to hold back, reminding herself not to get angry.
After all, the man in front of her was her elder, the man who gave her life.
“I know I’ve wronged your mother, and I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I hope you can give me, as your father, a chance to make it up to you.” Si Longshen’s words were sincere.
The Si Men sect is an unattainable dream for anyone, a mysterious and ancient business sect.
Centuries have passed, and no one dares to think about how much the Si family has grown during those centuries.
Even if someone dared to dream of it, they could never have imagined just how enormous that wealth was; it was immeasurable.
"There's no need to compensate me with the Simen sect."
"I have no interest in taking it on."
“There are so many collateral families in the Si family, all of whom are members of the Si family. You can find someone from your family to inherit the family business,” Ning Yao said, enunciating each word clearly and firmly.
Si Longshen seemed surprised that Ning Yao would refuse, and his eyes were full of shock.
This is the Si Men organization! How could any normal person who knows anything about the Si Men organization resist the temptation?
After hearing Ning Yao's words, Wen Tingye slightly opened his eyes, a hint of worry hidden in his sharp gaze.
He put down his crossed legs, his posture no longer slouching, and sat down next to Ning Yao. At the same time as Si Longshen's voice rang out, Wen Tingye took Ning Yao's fist that was on her thigh.
"Have you thought this through? You really don't want the Si Sect?" Si Longshen looked at Ning Yao strangely and asked incredulously.
"Heh, what's there to think about? I don't even plan to acknowledge you as my father, let alone someone like Si Men who has nothing to do with me?" Ning Yao's voice was firm and powerful, with a hint of anger mixed in with its coldness.
A pair of warm, large hands gently pried apart the slender fingertips from the palm to prevent Ning Yao from scratching herself further.
Ning Yao frowned, realizing that an invisible force on the back of her hand was giving her immense courage.
Because Wen Tingye was there, Ning Yao seemed to speak with extra confidence.
She has hands and feet and is capable; she built a conglomerate. She is not a penniless, helpless nobody.
Moreover, with Wen Tingye backing her up, she had the right to act recklessly.
Ning Yao had absolutely no interest in the position of successor of the Si Sect. The reason she was willing to come to the Si Sect was simply to see her biological father in person, not to take the position of successor.
Ever since learning the secret of her birth, Ning Yao has been obsessed with finding out what kind of person her father really was.
Now that she has seen it, she is very disappointed, disappointed that her father abandoned her and her for such a reason.
Disappointment and helplessness quickly overwhelmed Ning Yao. She tried her best to adjust her emotions so as not to be overwhelmed by them.
An Qiulu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke. The teacup in her hand was still warm, and the hot tea was scalding.
"Miss Ning Yao, I'm so sorry to disappoint you. You can't just give up the position of the successor of the Si family."
"As for compensation to you, that's only one of the reasons..."
"why?"
"Why can't I just say I don't want it? You forced this position on me, didn't you?"
Ning Yao was puzzled. She frowned, and a look of resistance welled up in her eyes.
Wen Tingye played with his woman's fingers as if no one else was around, switching between them one by one.
He occasionally rubs his fingertips together, occasionally pinches the flesh of his palm, seemingly absent-minded, yet his presence is impossible to ignore.
Hearing Ning Yao's cold and arrogant words, the man's smile deepened, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.
An Qiulu did not immediately answer Ning Yao's question. Instead, she leisurely took a sip of tea, her expression calm and composed.
The liquid, infused with the rich aroma of tea, instantly spread across the lips and tongue, refreshing and soothing, making one's mouth water and feeling exceptionally comfortable.
After drinking the tea, An Qiulu slowly opened her mouth to answer Ning Yao's question.
"The successor of the sect cannot be chosen by humans, but by the sect's sacred artifact, the White Flame Blood Jade."
"If you are unwilling to be the successor of the sect, then hand over the White Flame Blood Jade to us, and we will find a successor ourselves."
An Qiulu's meaning was clear: either Ning Yao would become the sect leader of the Si Sect, or she would have to hand over the sacred artifact that rightfully belonged to the Si Sect.
Si Si, sitting upright on the exquisite sofa chair, silently frowned.