Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 107 He no longer needs Qiao Yiran

He took Qiao Yiran away.

However, he knew very well that Qiao Yiran was not his teacher, much less his teacher's reincarnation, and he had never confused the two of them for a single moment, not even when he was having an episode or when he was not in his right mind.

Qiao Yiran is Qiao Yiran, and a teacher is a teacher.

He was very clear-headed.

But when he saw Qiao Yiran, he felt a pang of pity and let her into his life.

He wanted Qiao Yiran to wake him up, eat with him, watch movies with him, go shopping with him, attend banquets with him, cook for him, bake cakes for him, let Qiao Yiran interact with Baal, appear when he had an episode to soothe his mind, and keep Qiao Yiran company...

While treating Qiao Yiran's mother and prolonging her life, he witnessed the unwavering bond between Qiao Yiran and her mother. This reminded him of his own mother who had left him, even though she didn't love him, disliked him, hated him, and called him a monster and a bastard. Yet, he still longed for her and yearned for her love. No, that love was too extravagant. He was greedy, but only a little bit—even a hug, a pat on the head, a gentle look, or a kind word would be enough.

He had never experienced the love of his biological mother and didn't know what it felt like. He thought his heart was cold and indifferent, but in fact, he was moved and even yearned for the affection and happiness of others when he saw it.

Ultimately, what he wanted from beginning to end was the company, love, and care of his family. He desperately longed for a normal family and the ordinary daily interactions with his family, just like everyone else.

What is something that is simple and easy in the eyes of most people has become his unattainable wish and obsession.

Even if he holds a high position, even if he stands on the mountaintop, there are still desires he cannot obtain or realize.

He didn't understand why his request wasn't unreasonable; he just wanted a way of interacting with his family. Why couldn't Qiao Yiran do it? Why did she reject him so much? Why did she want to leave him? Why did she feel that he was oppressing her? Why did she feel that she had suffered a great injustice? Why did she feel that she was pitiful and miserable?

She always avoided him when he needed her, but when he didn't need her, she would try to please him.

Yes, he no longer needs Qiao Yiran.

He had Jiang Liwu, his teacher who came for him and returned alive for him. She filled all his gaps and desires.

She told him that it wasn't his fault, that he wasn't a monster, that he wasn't alone, that he had family, and that he was loved.

Wei Xifeng uttered three words to Qiao Yiran, "No need," and then turned and left.

Qiao Yiran frantically crawled forward, trying to stop Wei Xifeng, because she knew that if Wei Xifeng really left, there would be no future between them. "What happened that day was not what I wanted. I was forced. I did not seduce him. You know that I am a proud and self-respecting person at heart. I would never do something like seducing someone. But if I did not do what Yu Zaiyan wanted, he would kill me."

“Nothing ever happened between us. We didn’t have any physical contact at all. That day was the first and last time I saw him. I will never be in a place where he is again.”

Wei Xifeng stopped and turned around, his gaze towards Qiao Yiran filled with sarcasm. "Can't do it?"

Qiao Yiran suddenly remembered that one night in the middle of the night, she was dressed in thin clothes and pulled down her shoulder straps, almost exposing her whole body in front of Wei Xifeng, all for the sake of offering herself to him.

Her face immediately turned ashamed and embarrassed, and she gripped the bedding beneath her tightly with her fingers.

Wei Xifeng's next words made her even more utterly devastated: "There are surveillance cameras in the hospital corridors."

Anyone with eyes can see whether her actions were intentional or not.

Qiao Yiran was as if she had been stripped naked and dragged out into the blazing sun, the blinding, scorching light revealing her despicable and ugly nature.

"Qiao Yiran, stop saying you were forced. I'm tired of hearing it these past few years." Wei Xifeng's deep, brooding eyes were filled with weariness. This time, he didn't hesitate and didn't turn around.

Her eyebrows trembled, her lips trembled, her breath trembled, her whole body trembled. Qiao Yiran knelt down, looking completely lost. The next second, she hunched over, covered her face, and sobbed.

……

White walls, white curtains, white tiles, white canvas, an empty room. Yu Zaiyan's white hair was tied into a low ponytail and gently draped over one shoulder, making him look even more handsome and refined, gentle and noble.

The paintbrush in his hand added a unique touch of color to the white space.

He was sketching the shape of a pair of hands, his expression serene and focused. The phone next to him was always on, displaying a photo—a screenshot of barbecue that Wei Xifeng had posted on his WeChat Moments. The owner of the hands was clearly a woman.

The woman in the photo doesn't seem to reveal much, but in Yu Zaiyan's eyes, it's enough.

When he finished drawing a pair of hands, Yu Zaiyan did not stop. He calculated the length of the arms by looking at the exposed forearms, and calculated the woman's height proportions by looking at the slender waist and the faintly visible buttocks.

His height is approximately 1.7 meters.

After the painting was completed, a faceless, mysterious woman appeared on the canvas, with an exquisite figure, slender and long limbs, yet containing a kind of resilient and powerful explosive force.

A piece of music was playing on repeat in the room; it was an audio clip that Fu Siyue had posted on his WeChat Moments.

Yu Zaiyan sang along to the melody, his voice, as smooth and warm as white jade, clear and magnetic, captivating and alluring, like a siren with silvery-white tail feathers, leaning against a rocky reef, reflecting seven colors of light under the shimmering sunlight, pure and noble yet with a fatal allure.

……

Surprisingly, Lin Qingwan didn't cause a scene; she only asked to take all her belongings from Lingshui Bay.

That makes perfect sense; nobody stopped her.

Lin Qingwan's injuries could not possibly heal in just a few days. She was limping, her head was still wrapped in thick white gauze, and her face was pale.

She met the new housekeeper of Lingshui Bay, a senior middle-aged man who was calm and approachable. Thinking that she was the housekeeper of Lingshui Bay just a few days ago, but now she was not even a guest, Lin Qingwan couldn't help but grit her teeth.

Because of her injury, she packed her things slowly but meticulously, determined to erase her existence and her very presence.

It was as if she had never existed.

She didn't believe that Si Mocheng had no feelings for her at all over the years. She firmly believed that Si Mocheng's feelings for Jiang Liwu were just a passing fancy, and that once the novelty wore off, nothing would be left.

Habits are something that run deep in one's bones, and over the years, they have permeated every corner of Si Mocheng's life.