Chapter 243: Chapter 243
Elder Mrs. Leng rolled her eyes and suddenly woke up.
"Leng Yunyang, I’m your grandmother."
Even at this moment, she still wanted to exercise her authority as an elder.
Leng Yunyang curled his lips into a smile, as tender as the spring breeze.
"Yes, you are my grandmother. Rest assured, I’ll see to your care in old age, and arrange for your peaceful passing."
Elder Mrs. Leng’s pupils contracted sharply, her heart sinking like an icy stone.
She knew this grandson had truly made up his mind this time, leaving no room for mercy, and her face turned ashen.
The bodyguards approached. Unlike the rough treatment given to Leng Hao, they politely escorted her out.
Leng Yunyang stood in silence, his expression dark and unreadable.
After a long pause, his hoarse voice broke through: "Uncle Leng."
The butler trembled slightly as he emerged from the shadows, cautiously addressing him: "Young Master."
"From this day forward, you will be responsible for looking after Grandmother until the end of her days."
The butler sighed inwardly and lowered his head respectfully.
After Uncle Leng left, Leng Yunyang appointed a new butler—Uncle Leng’s nephew, Leng Yan. Unlike his uncle, Leng Yan had long been working under Leng Yunyang’s directives, and his promotion was merely a matter of time.
Unfortunately, the once-bustling Leng family had now fallen into disarray, with some members dead and others scattered.
The opulent and meticulously designed villa now bore an air of desolation and cold emptiness.
At that moment, a man dressed in black strode inside and approached Leng Yunyang, lowering his voice to deliver a few hushed words.
Leng Yunyang’s eyes flickered briefly before he turned and ascended the stairs. "The study," he ordered.
Leng Yan bowed respectfully.
Once they went upstairs, Leng Yan stood still, lost in thought.
Young Master Leng had two trusted confidants: one was Huang Xiao, but Huang Xiao was aligned with the old master, and Leng Yunyang, being highly suspicious by nature, likely didn’t trust Huang Xiao much.
The other confidant was Ye Dong, who ascended with Leng Yunyang. Leng Yan rarely encountered him, but he knew Ye Dong was the one Leng Yunyang trusted the most.
Even for Leng Yan, despite obtaining the position of butler, his authority was limited solely to overseeing the manor and handling trivial affairs.
As for Leng Yunyang’s real ventures—Leng Yan dared not meddle, not even a little.
Now, he could only focus on fulfilling his duties without overstepping his boundaries.
Leng Yan lowered his gaze and summoned his staff to begin delegating tasks.
Upstairs, Leng Yunyang’s gaze swept toward Leng Xuexi’s bedroom door, deepening as he took deliberate steps toward the study.
After the study door closed, the tightly shut bedroom door cautiously opened a crack, and Leng Xuexi poked out her tiny head.
She surveyed the surroundings carefully, then crouched low and tiptoed to the study door, pressing her ear against it. This content belongs to novel·fıre·net
The soundproofing was impeccable—she couldn’t hear a single word.
Leng Xuexi pouted in frustration.
A taxi stopped at the entrance of the residential complex.
Shen You’an stepped out of the car, ready to enter the complex, but her footsteps suddenly paused as she turned her head to glance into the distance.
Beside the complex’s fence grew a sprawling patch of dense evergreen vines. Their vigorous vitality stretched beyond the fence, casting vast shadows under the dusky streetlights.
Shen You’an altered her course and walked toward the vines.
The shadow hiding behind the streetlight abruptly retreated, seemingly ready to flee.
Shen You’an narrowed her eyes slightly, twisting her wrist to reveal a sharp branch resting in her palm.
Blood would surely spill.
"It’s me." A faint sigh, tinged with helplessness, echoed.
Shen You’an hesitated for a moment, then immediately withdrew the sharp branch from her palm.
A tall, slender youth slowly stepped out from behind the lamppost.
The warm glow of the orange streetlight bathed him, draping him in a soft, gentle aura.
The boy’s expression carried an undercurrent of subtle discomfort, yet he still mustered the courage to step forward, approaching Shen You’an.
"I saw you take a call at lunch in the cafeteria and leave in a hurry. Did something urgent happen?"
The boy’s gaze held gentle concern as he looked at her.
Like a ray of sunlight warming a frozen windowpane in winter, it brought an indescribable comfort to the heart.
Shen You’an’s fingers curled slightly, her eyes lowering quietly.
"Just a minor issue; it’s already taken care of."
After a slight pause, she asked, "Have you been waiting long?"
The boy shook his head. "No."
Shen You’an replied flatly, "It’s late—you should head back."
With drivers and bodyguards always at his side, Shen You’an had no concern for his safety.
She turned to leave, but Liu Runxi hurriedly called out, "Wait."
Shen You’an frowned and lifted her gaze to meet his.
Liu Runxi reached into his backpack and took out a box, confidently handing it to her. "Happy birthday."
Shen You’an’s fingertips trembled briefly as she raised her eyes quietly.
The boy smiled at her, his gaze steady and warm.
"How did you know it was my birthday?"
"I happened to overhear Gao Yuyue mentioning it. She said she planned to hold a small birthday party for you tonight, but you left the school at noon."