Chapter 323: Chapter 323: Yao Ye Extra (Final)
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Shen Yaoye left without a word.
Just half a month later,
Someone knocked on the door.
Xie Shu opened the door and was surprised to see the visitor, “Family Head, what brings you here?”
“Did Yaoye stop by?” Shen Jingyun got straight to the point.
Xie Shu leaned against the doorframe, “He did.”
“Where is he?”
“He left,” Xie Shu said.
Shen Jingyun persisted, “Where did he go?”
Xie Shu shook his head and smiled, “That I do not know… Patriarch Shen seems to have recovered well. The Primordial Spirit Golden Pill is indeed a fine thing.”
Shen Jingyun’s complexion slightly changed.
Primordial Spirit Golden Pill.
He had taken the Primordial Spirit Golden Pill?
Why did they tell him they found an antidote?
“What is your relationship with Shen Yaoye, exactly?” Xie Shu was a bit curious, “He seems to detest you, yet why does he go to great lengths to protect you? Even kneeling down, just to let me see you…”
Shen Jingyun went pale instantly.
When Shen Jingyun left, he looked utterly dejected.
“Shen Yaoye, I will find you eventually.”
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“Young Master Yao Ye, please come quick and have a look.”
A young girl supported a man inside, blood streaming down his arm, presenting a frightful sight.
Shen Yaoye immediately had the girl help the man inside. He skillfully tended to his wounds and applied medication, his actions both adept and graceful. The girl stood to the side, watching him with a sort of infatuation.
Once Shen Yaoye finished, the girl promptly offered water.
“Thank you.”
After taking a drink, Shen Yaoye said, “Miss Song, you should really stop coming here, lest the gossipers outside taint your reputation.”
“Those people just love talking nonsense. Young Master Yao Ye, you don’t need to mind them.” Song Xin stuck out her tongue playfully, secretly hoping the rumors would indeed spread.
“Young Master Yao Ye, let me cook for you.”
“Miss Song…”
Song Xin didn’t wait for Shen Yaoye to finish and simply turned and left.
Shen Yaoye felt a headache coming on as he rubbed his temples.
It seemed he couldn’t stay here much longer.
Having been through so much, Shen Yaoye had become less talkative than before, growing silent. Yet, it was precisely this silence that made him seem more composed than in the past.
The curtain was lifted, letting in the light from outside.
Shen Yaoye looked down as he packed his belongings, not lifting his head as he said, “No more appointments for today, come back tomorrow if you must.”
“Yaoye.”
The man’s gentle voice resounded.
Shen Yaoye’s head shot up, his gaze colliding with a pair of familiar eyes.
Shen Jingyun…
Shen Yaoye thought he was hallucinating. He blinked hard, but the man was still there.
Shen Jingyun, dressed in white. Even though he had taken the Primordial Spirit Golden Pill, that silver-white hair had not changed, setting off his features, as translucent as ice and snow.
“How, how did you get here?” Shen Yaoye’s words stumbled, his expression quickly turning frosty, “You didn’t come to drag me back to apologize to the dead of the Shen family, did you?”
“Yaoye, is that really what you think of me?” Shen Jingyun looked somewhat helpless.
“Isn’t it?” Shen Yaoye continued to pack.
“Yaoye.”
Shen Jingyun stepped forward and grabbed Shen Yaoye’s wrist, forcing him to face himself, “Can’t you just talk to me properly?”
“Brother, how am I supposed to talk to you properly?” Shen Yaoye emphasized the word ‘brother’.
“Yaoye, you didn’t use to call me brother.” Shen Jingyun’s gaze grew complex.
When they were children, Father Shen had insisted he called him brother, but he always called him by name, just Shen Jingyun, Shen Jingyun.