Chapter 587 — The Rain Family Girl
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Zhao Guangyin did not believe there was no more to it than met the eye, so he resolved that once he got back he would first sound out Yu Xiaojin. She already knew about Zhao Qibing, after all, which made her, in a manner of speaking, Zhao Qibing's "senior wife." Even if the Yu family had done it, they would at least give him an explanation.
Zhao Guangyin took his leave of Old Master Zhao and returned to his own villa, where he sought out his wife, Yu Xiaojin, and told her what had happened with Zhao Qibing. He candidly admitted the mistakes he had made in his youth, of course, and begged his wife's forgiveness.
Yu Xiaojin said nothing. She only heard her husband out with a smile, then shook her head. "I knew about Zhao Qibing long ago. I was just waiting to see when you would come clean with me. And I was not the only one — my father knew as well. So I doubt it was our Yu family who did it. If we had wanted to teach him a lesson, we would have done it long ago."
Zhao Guangyin feigned astonishment, tears of gratitude in his eyes. "Xiaojin, so you knew all along! I... I truly do not know what to say."
"Our marriage was nothing but an alliance of family interests, but over the years we have come to care for each other, and we have a child. I do not wish to dwell on what is past. I have only one condition: that child of yours must never come back to the Zhao family." Yu Xiaojin spoke plainly.
"He will not." Zhao Guangyin promised again and again.
"As for whether this Wei Zhao is one of ours, I will ask my elder brother for you," Yu Xiaojin said.
Zhao Guangyin breathed a sigh of relief. So long as Wei Zhao was not of the Yu family, the matter would be simple. The Yu family was a leviathan among the hidden clans. Long ago, by a freak turn of chance, who would ever have guessed that a discarded bastard son of the Yu family — one of the four great houses of the mundane world — would go on to found the Yu family anew, reducing the Yu family, foremost of the four great houses of the mundane world, to a vassal of their own? Absurd as it sounded, it was plain fact.
Of course, it was said that this bastard son — Yu Xiaojin's father — had met with some extraordinary fortune in those days and broken through to Earth Rank in a single stroke, becoming a Heaven Rank expert. And that was more than ten years ago; what his strength might be now, no one knew.
What lay above Heaven Rank, only that mysterious figure of legend, once renowned throughout the world, could say.
The Yu family was the envy of every clan, and at the same time a mountain none could imitate or surpass. Who could help it if their luck was so good?
The wanted notice for Wei Zhao was circulated swiftly — within the hidden clans only, of course. As for the four great houses and the five lesser houses, Zhao Guangyin could not even be bothered to look into them; it was impossible that any expert of Wei Zhao's caliber could come from those houses of the mundane world.
In a place like a hidden paradise of green hills and clear waters stood several old European-style castles.
A girl lovely as a fairy sat by the window, drawing something on a sketchpad, now knitting her brows, now smiling softly to herself.
Hearing footsteps at the door of the room, the girl quickly closed the sketchpad in her hands, smoothed the hair at her brow, and struggled to compose her expression. She had barely turned around when the door was pushed open.
The girl's heart gave a lurch, and then the corners of her mouth curved into a pretty little arc, two dimples appearing on cheeks that were white with a blush of pink. "Brother, why did you not knock again?"
"Hey, you did not lock the door, did you?" A very handsome boy strode into the room carelessly, grinning as he said, "Hm? Little sister, why is your face so red? Do not tell me you were indulging in your own fantasies again?"
The girl frowned. "Brother, what kind of talk is that? So ugly!"