Chapter 5: The Little Fool Seems to Be Abused

Duan Jingyue rushed over and looked at his uncle in utter confusion, then at Jiang Yu, who was hanging in midair.

The girl’s fair, tender thighs were partially hidden behind the lush green leaves. Feeling a bit ticklish from the foliage, she uncomfortable drew her legs inward and hooked them onto the drainpipe again, allowing her skirt hem to fall back into place.

The tingling sensation on He Lian’s scalp smoothed out slightly.

Duan Jingyue opened his mouth: “Uncle, what are you…”

He Lian glanced sideways at him and ordered coldly, “Get lost.”

Instead of listening, Duan Jingyue took two steps forward and opened his arms, putting on a dutiful, eager display as if he were about to catch Jiang Yu.

“Ah Yu?”

He even mimicked Song Xueyan’s tone.

“Ah Yu, how about Brother Jingyue catches you and brings you down, okay~?”

“Get the hell out!”

His uncle roared like a lion beside him.

Duan Jingyue snapped his neck back, feeling a bit resentful.

Why can you hold her, but I can’t? Everyone should get a turn to hold the fool.

However, He Lian’s expression was far too terrifying. Ultimately unable to withstand the pressure, Duan Jingyue decided to give up, walking back the way he came while looking back three times with every step.

Only then did He Lian let go of the thin locust branch. Looking up, his brows were tightly furrowed: “Jiang Yu!”

Jiang Yu gently lowered her eyelashes.

It’s not that high. Falling won’t kill me.

As if running out of strength, she released all four limbs from the pipe at the same time.

He Lian gasped in shock.

Who lets go like that?!

He hurriedly opened his arms to catch the falling girl.

Fortunately, Jiang Yu was slender, and the impact of her falling into his arms was quite light. He Lian merely bent his waist slightly, his large palm cupping her thighs. Remembering the view beneath her skirt from earlier, his throat felt parched with heat.

This fool.

She was clearly thin enough to be just a bag of bones, yet she had flesh in all the right places.

Unconsciously, the scene from that night flashed through his mind again. He Lian’s breathing grew heavy. Right on cue, Jiang Yu’s arms wrapped around him, and despite already being in his embrace, she pressed herself even closer—wishing she could squeeze herself directly into the gaps between his bones.

Tickled by her stray hairs brushing against his neck, He Lian was forced to lift his head again. His right hand instinctively grabbed her icy-cold ankle, wanting to use conversation to distract himself.

“What were you doing hanging up there?”

Jiang Yu suddenly raised her head.

He Lian’s Adam’s apple rolled visibly up and down.

She’s so close.

So close that if he just pouted his lips, he could kiss her.

No wonder Duan Jingyue dared to marry even a crazy woman. Jiang Yu was genuinely gorgeous.

Though vacant, her eyes were unmistakably clear and pure, her nose small and delicate, and her lips glistened like a pool of water. He Lian’s gaze traced the corners of her mouth, his long lashes fluttering absentmindedly.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

Jiang Yu kissed him directly.

As her icy softness pressed against his, He Lian felt a shiver ripple through his soul.

Before Jiang Yu, he had never touched a woman. He despised those delicate “dodder flower” women who tried to depend on him.

Jiang Yu was different. She simply liked his handsome face—driven purely by primal instinct.

He Lian awkwardly turned his lips away, a complex mix of anger surfacing on his handsome face.

This fool probably didn’t even know what she was doing.

Kissing randomly!

He had originally come to settle scores with her, but look at this now—he was getting taken advantage of again for free!

“I… cough , I’m asking you, why were you climbing the drainpipe?!”

Jiang Yu’s blinking rate was much slower than that of an ordinary person. Compared to He Lian’s burning hot neck, she said softly without a single flutter of her heart or blush on her cheeks: “I wanted to… find you.”

He Lian: “Ah?”

Jiang Yu: “Find you. I want to find you.”

The girl’s voice was very soft, but not sickly sweet, lightly tickling his ear.

He Lian hoisted her up slightly. Hearing the girl’s soft tone, he unconsciously softened his own voice like a fool: “Why are you looking for me?”

Jiang Yu: “Find you.”

He Lian: “…”

Trying to understand the logic of a fool—he really was out of his mind.

He had no choice but to carry Jiang Yu back to the second floor of the wooden building.

Just as he was about to push the door open, he found it locked.

He Lian raised his sharp eyebrows as suspicion bloomed in his mind.

Does the Song family usually lock Jiang Yu up?

No wonder Jiang Yu hadn’t shown her face at the funeral that day. He had assumed she was throwing a small tantrum and refusing to see guests because Duan Jingyue didn’t show up. That would explain why he couldn’t find anyone later.

However, He Lian felt uncomfortable.

She was a fool, not a dog. Why lock her up?

Besides, it wasn’t even secure at all!

Knowing it was locked, he turned the handle twice anyway. Losing his patience, He Lian forcefully ripped the door handle off and kicked the wooden door so hard it shook violently, opening it “technically.”

He placed Jiang Yu onto the bed.

The next second, Jiang Yu bounced right off.

He put her down again.

She bounced off again.

After repeating this several times, He Lian was exasperated to the point of laughing.

She’s like a rabbit.

He looked around the room and searched the low cabinet by the wall for clothing, only to find half-empty paint tubes and broken paintbrushes inside.

He Lian’s brow twisted into a tight knot.

Jiang Yu doesn’t have any clothes to wear?

He turned around. Jiang Yu was standing behind him. That white dress wasn’t cheap street vendor stuff; judging by the design, it looked like it was from YUE . But as far as he knew, that brand had stopped making women’s clothing several years ago.

Jiang Yu had been wearing this dress for at least five years. That was why the hem, which should have reached her ankles, barely covered her knees now.

He Lian suddenly realized something and hissed softly under his breath.

Through all four seasons?

Yangcheng was surrounded by mountains; even if winter wasn’t freezing, this was far too excessive. With Jiang Yu’s frail frame, it was a miracle from God that she was still alive.

Furthermore, he had been focused only on the physical contact earlier, but now that he examined her properly, he noticed several new bruises on her body—likely scraped from climbing out the window just now.

Irritated, He Lian felt an urge to kill someone.

What on earth was going on with this Jiang Yu?

She was, after all, Old Master Song’s granddaughter. Even without blood ties, she shouldn’t be living in such squalor.

While he was lost in thought, hurried footsteps sounded from the staircase. Song Xueyan was breathing heavily. Seeing He Lian inside the room, she quickly composed herself: “Mr. He, is there something you need with Ah Yu?”

As she spoke, she stole a glance at Jiang Yu.

This crazy girl couldn’t have blabbed anything, right?

He Lian smoothed out his pant leg, which had been crumpled by Jiang Yu’s kicks, with his broad palm. When he looked up, clear displeasure floated in his eyes, making Song Xueyan’s heart sink with dread.

“Does Jiang Yu wear this same dress all year round?”

Song Xueyan froze. Although this was also a difficult question to answer, it was far better than revealing that Jiang Yu was the painter.

She put on a troubled look and shook her head: “No, it’s just that Ah Yu only likes to wear this one. The family bought her plenty of clothes, but she…”

Song Xueyan choked up with tears: “Mr. He, as her older sister, I really don’t know what to do with her anymore.”

However, He Lian didn’t seem to buy her tears at all. Instead, he sat down on the low cabinet and glared at her, annoyed for reasons he couldn’t quite place.

“Then what’s with the place she’s living in? A wooden building—even if the weather is warm now, the temperature drops at night. The blanket on her bed is paper-thin, too. Are you trying to freeze her to death?”

Song Xueyan’s tears evaporated, replaced by embarrassment.

Why did He Lian care so much about her? This was only their first time meeting!

“That’s because…”

Before she could finish, Butler Gu and Su He arrived.

The former took in the situation and stepped in to bail Song Xueyan out: “Mr. He, Eldest Miss, lunch is ready. Please head over first.”

He Lian caught on shrewdly and shot back another interrogation: “Jiang Yu doesn’t need to eat?”

Butler Gu was far more composed than Song Xueyan. “Please rest assured, Mr. He. Miss Ah Yu will be taken care of by Su He and me.”

Song Xueyan also hurriedly added: “Mr. He, let’s head over first.”

After all, this was the Song family home, and Old Master Song hadn’t even been dead for twenty-one days yet. He Lian didn’t want to act too overbearing, so he had no choice but to follow Song Xueyan downstairs, one after the other.

Just as he was turning the corner, he instinctively looked back.

His pupils dilated.

Jiang Yu was standing by the window looking at him, her tiny hands gripping the window sill with a fixed gaze. Then, as if yanked by someone, she vanished from sight.

He Lian’s brow furrowed tightly once more.

This little fool…

She really seems to be getting abused by the Song family.

Seeing his expression turn sourer, Song Xueyan asked uneasily: “Mr. He, is something wrong?”

He Lian took his long strides forward without saying a word.

He had to stay the night tonight.

Even putting this fool aside… there was still the matter of him being set up.

He needed to investigate and figure everything out.

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