novelhk Chapter 248 Chicken Soup for the Soul
Chapter 248 Chicken Soup for the Soul
"Okay." Yang Yan nodded with a smile.
The three of them happily made the decision.
Yang Ye took out his money bag to pay the silver.
The three of them prepared to return to the inn.
Suddenly, Yang Wanru saw a tall and slender young man across the street. He had his back to her and was choosing a lantern, seemingly struggling to decide which one to buy.
Yang Wanru was taken aback, then pointed at the boy and asked Yang Wanru and Yang Ling, "Does either of you know him?"
“That’s Qin Yi, the second young master of the Qin family,” Yang Wanru replied. “The Qin family has a good relationship with the Ning’an Marquis’s mansion, and it’s said that this young master Qin is very learned.”
Yang Wanru's gaze lingered on Qin Yi.
Qin Yi's back view looked thin and frail, dressed in a simple blue robe, but it still couldn't hide his handsome and extraordinary appearance, especially his noble air. His every move was elegant and dignified, which was something that could not be cultivated by an ordinary family.
Such a young man is captivating.
Yang Wanru's heart was pounding wildly.
Qin Yi was so handsome; she had never seen such a dashing young man before.
"Huh? That's...Young Master Yang!" Yang Wanru suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the young man opposite her.
Yang Ling looked in the direction she pointed.
The young man was looking in their direction. When he saw him, he immediately turned his head away and avoided eye contact, as if he was afraid of being seen.
"Young Master Yang?" Yang Wanru blinked her beautiful peach blossom eyes and muttered in puzzlement, "Is he Young Master Yang? How come he is so different from the Young Master Yang in the rumors?"
"This is Young Master Yang. He is aloof and cold, and spends most of his time indoors reading and writing. I heard that he loves painting, which is why he chose this pen name," Yang Ye replied.
"I see." Yang Wanru nodded.
No wonder she felt Yang Ling looked familiar at first glance and thought she had mistaken him for someone else.
"Sister, what did you see?" Yang Ling asked in confusion.
Yang Wanru pointed in the direction where Qin Yi disappeared and said, "I saw Young Master Yang. He was standing in front of the restaurant across the street, and there was a girl next to him. I think she was his sister?"
“Sister, let’s go take a look.” Yang Ling took Zhao’s hand. “Let’s sneak in, and make sure Father and Mother don’t find out.”
"Okay, I'll listen to you, sister."
Yang Ye frowned with concern and said, "A-Ling, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to sneak in like this?"
"It's alright, we'll just keep quiet." Yang Ling waved her hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry. "We'll sneak in quietly."
"But……"
Yang Yan coughed lightly, stopping his son's nagging.
Since Yang Ling insisted on going to check, he let them go. In any case, he had already sent guards to protect the area. If there was any danger, they could rush over to rescue them and bring them all back.
Yang Ling took Zhao's hand and carefully walked around to the backyard of the restaurant across the street.
A row of bamboo groves grew in the backyard of the restaurant, their lush foliage casting a deep shadow over the entire building, making it appear secluded and mysterious.
Yang Ling and Zhao Shi found a secluded bend in the road and hid in the bamboo forest.
"Mother, let me check the situation first," Yang Ling said in a low voice.
Zhao nodded: "Be careful."
Yang Ye stood guard beside Yang Ling, ready to rescue her at any moment.
Yang Ling crept closer to the restaurant, pressing his ear against the wall to listen.
"Young Master Yang, you look a little pale. Are you ill?" The girl's sweet, clear voice rang out, her tone filled with concern and worry.
Yang Ling frowned slightly.
The voice was unfamiliar.
Although he had never met her, Yang Ling had a vague feeling that she was definitely not his cousin, much less his cousin Qin Ming.
Yang Ling held her breath and listened intently.
He heard the boy say calmly, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."
"Are you really alright? Please don't hide it from me," the girl said with concern. "I was so scared when I heard you were sick yesterday."
Yang Ling was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. The person who was sick yesterday was actually Qin Ming? Was Qin Yi lying to him? Yang Ling clenched his fists.
The boy's voice rang out again: "Thank you for your concern, young lady."
Yang Ling could tell that the boy's voice was gentle and clear, and there was no sign of weakness, so it seemed that he was indeed not sick.
Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief; he hated it most when people lied to him.
Qin Yi hadn't lied to him after all! He really was cunning! Yang Ling pouted.
"Young Master Yang, are you facing some difficulties?" The young woman bit her cherry lips, hesitated for a moment, and then mustered her courage to ask, "If you need help, just tell me, and I will do my best to help you."
Qin Yi remained silent for a long while before slowly uttering two words: "No."
The girl immediately became anxious: "How could there not be? There definitely is. Young Master Yang, you don't need to be embarrassed, we're friends."
Qin Yi remained silent for a while before continuing, "I don't want to owe anyone anything. I appreciate your kindness."
"How do you know that if you owe someone, you'll pay it back? If you don't pay it back properly, you'll never be able to pay it back. How do you know if I genuinely want to help you?"
Qin Yi's voice became serious and solemn: "Because I owe others a debt of gratitude, I must work hard to repay it."
"..."
The girl was silent for a moment.
Yang Ling also fell silent for a moment.
They were both lost in their own thoughts, forgetting the presence of two other people around them.
Until a melodious and pleasant piano tune began to play.
Is this... a guzheng?
Yang Ye looked up in surprise and saw two men sitting not far away. One of them was in a wheelchair, and the other was pushing him to play the guzheng.
Yang Ye examined it carefully and exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this Qin Yi, the heir of the Duke of Zhenguo?"
“It’s him.” Yang Ling narrowed her eyes, Qin Yi’s appearance appearing in her mind. He was indeed a handsome young man.
Today, Qin Ming was wearing a black brocade robe, his jet-black hair was tied high at the back of his head, revealing his full forehead, and his features were exquisite and beautiful, as if sculpted.
Qin Ming is disabled in both legs and has difficulty walking. He needs someone to help him move around every day, so he rarely leaves his wheelchair.
Even when they occasionally go out for a walk, to admire the moon, or to drink tea, they are always accompanied by someone.
This was the first time Yang Ye had seen Qin Ming play the guzheng alone.
Yang Ling was no exception.
Although he had never seen Qin Ming play the zither in person, Qin Ming often played it, and the melodies he played were extremely soothing and beautiful, as if they possessed a magical power that made people unable to resist being immersed in the melodious tunes.
Yang Ling listened intently.
When the music stopped, Yang Ling opened her eyes and found that the girl opposite her had disappeared.
He looked up and glanced around, only to find that the girl from before had also disappeared.
"Mother, that girl has left." Yang Ling turned to Zhao Shi and smiled.