SC Chapter 19

This voice sounded pitiful and miserable, but Yun Muye couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for her. On the contrary, he even felt a sense of satisfaction.

He would never forget this person’s face, not even their shadow, that deeply etched “sinner” in his memory — Yun Duanyue.

If Yun Duanyue’s heart were considered a sparrow’s heart, then the sparrow was already dead, even its heart.

Low sobs came from the other end of the phone. Was it fear of the present situation or a genuine realization of her mistakes?

Yun Muye let her cry, while replying to messages, discussing where to go for Guo Xi’s birthday.

After a moment, Yun Duanyue said, “Brother, I’m not living well at all…”

Yun Muye grabbed a bag of potato chips, his words devoid of any sympathy: “You’re not living well? What a joke!”

“The scar on my arm, Grandma’s death, my parents’ divorce, even my own sister looks at me with such venom in her eyes!”

“You say you’re not living well? You’re eating and drinking well with Yun Shang every day! You’re not living well?”

Yun Muye never used to curse in front of Yun Duanyue, but now it was different. Yun Muye unleashed a torrent of curses, becoming increasingly agitated as he spoke.

“Why?! I finally have someone who loves me, why does misfortune have to strike at this time?! Why?!”

Yun Muye covered his face, letting the tears drip onto the ground through the gaps between his fingers.

“I’ve already had it so bad! I’m already living so miserably! You’re pleading for leniency from me now? What’s the use?!”

Silence fell again on the other end of the phone. Yun Duanyue knew everything. Grandma had died after their parents’ divorce, destroying Yun Muye’s last pillar of support.

Yun Duanyue took a deep breath: “Brother, I never hated you. The reason I treated you that way was because—”

“Yun Shang threatened me!”

Time rewinded to July 10th in Hanyang.

When Yun Muye returned home, the atmosphere was heavy.

Yun Shang was smoking on the balcony, while Yang Qiu was cooking in the kitchen. To be precise, the two of them would usually be talking about interesting things that happened that day.

Yang Qiu turned her head and said, “Muye, you’re back.”

Yun Muye had always been somewhat proud and petulant, pouting with dissatisfaction: “What’s going on? What’s with the atmosphere at home today?”

Yang Qiu was as gentle as usual, walking out of the kitchen and patting Yun Muye’s head affectionately.

“It’s nothing, you…”

“What about me?” Yun Muye tilted his head.

“Isn’t dinner ready yet?” Unknowingly, Yun Shang had appeared behind Yun Muye.

Yang Qiu: “Why are you in such a hurry?”

Yun Shang: “I’m not in a hurry. Are you waiting for me to starve to death?”

Yang Qiu carried out a plate of dishes: “That’s enough. I married you to have more time to relax, not to be your servant!”

Yun Shang frowned, expressing dissatisfaction and ridicule at Yang Qiu’s words: “What did I do to you now?”

“Enough!” Yun Muye shouted, a hint of red in the corners of his eyes. He had never seen such a scene before.

Perhaps he had been too well-protected, unable to accept even this common squabble in ordinary families.

However, Yun Muye was exceptionally intelligent and handsome, truly a “model child.”

Such children grew up in a warm environment and deservedly so.

Yang Qiu’s expression darkened slightly, but she still walked over and patted Yun Muye on the back.

“I’m sorry, Muye. I scared you just now. Go find Duanyue. She’s probably scared too.”

Yun Muye’s heart was still racing, but he still adjusted his expression and pushed open the door to the other room.

Inside the room, a girl was painting with watercolors.

She was very beautiful, her large eyes reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors, quite similar to Yun Muye.

Yun Muye smiled gently, walked over, and patted Yun Duanyue’s head.

“Duanyue, let’s go eat.”

Yun Duanyue turned around, her eyes always so bright when looking at Yun Muye.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Yun Muye smelled the aroma of food as soon as he opened the door. Yun Shang still had a dark face, staring at the food in front of him, unmoving.

“Some people shouldn’t come in every day with such a long face,” Yang Qiu placed the soup on the table, her eyes also carrying a hint of venom.

“I don’t want to say anything to you in front of the children. If you can’t stand it, let’s just break up, okay?” Yang Qiu tore off her apron, her words to her husband, Yun Shang, lacking the usual dependence and obedience.

“Bang!” Yun Shang’s expression was ugly, and the force he used caused the soup to shake violently like seawater stirred by a strong wind.

Yang Qiu was not to be outdone, smashing the vinegar she had just picked up onto the ground.

“Boom!” Sauce and glass shattered on the floor together.

Yang Qiu picked up a piece of broken glass and slowly approached Yun Shang.

“You wasteful woman! If you have the guts, really do it!”

It wasn’t until the piece of glass was actually held against Yun Shang’s neck that he began to look at the woman in front of him with some fear.

The woman’s pupils reflected Yun Shang’s ugly face, as if she were mad.

“Hey, hey, wife, I was just joking,” Yun Shang, who had been so confident just now, immediately grabbed Yang Qiu’s hand in a flattering manner. “Don’t be angry. I promise you, everything you heard is false, really, I won’t lie to you.”

Yang Qiu grabbed Yun Shang’s hair and whispered in his ear: “If you dare to do it again, I’ll put glass shards in your toast.”

“Also, don’t mess with my son and daughter.”

“Okay, okay! I won’t dare again!” Yun Shang’s face was already a bit distorted, and he quickly admitted his mistake.

Yang Qiu pulled Yun Shang to the side and looked at Yun Muye and Yun Duanyue: “Come and eat.”

Yun Muye protected Yun Duanyue behind him, holding back his tears, and looked at the woman, who seemed possessed: “Who are you!?”

“Me?” Yang Qiu pointed to herself. “Hahahaha! I’m your mother!” Yang Qiu laughed wildly, her body trembling uncontrollably. She seemed to be crazy…

Yun Muye swallowed and patted the delicate hand on his shoulder.

“Mom, you and Dad eat… Duanyue and I will eat out.” Yun Muye pretended to be calm, but his heart was already filled with grievances. Neither brother nor sister could accept their mother’s sudden change.

Yang Qiu swayed and touched Yun Muye’s head, but he reflexively took a few steps back: “Go ahead, remember to eat well.”

“Once you go, don’t come back, hahaha!”

“No, come back…”

“Because you’re my child, hahahaha!”

“No! Not mine! Don’t come back, don’t come back!”

As the two left, Yang Qiu’s breakdown at home still echoed in their ears.

Yun Duanyue’s tears fell into the beef noodle soup.

Then, after a cry, Yun Duanyue burst into tears on the table.

Yun Muye patted Yun Duanyue’s hand. In fact, he couldn’t control his own emotions either.

“I heard you guys ran into some trouble, so I came to see,” a young man walked into the shop. Yun Muye looked up.

The young man’s eyes were sympathetic and pitying, his hair in a small braid, and his casual clothes well-kept. He handed Yun Muye a tissue.

“You’re here, Yun Shang.”