Chapter 707: Sober (2)

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His gaze went from her curved eyebrows to her long feather eyelashes, to her shallow dimples, to her full cherry lips. He looked at her without blinking, his eyes as deep as the night.

She was very beautiful.

He had always known this, but now, he felt that the woman in front of him gave him a familiar but unfamiliar feeling.

Fang Mingfeng covered his chest, and his dark eyes darkened.

“Mingfeng, why are you looking for me?” Li Yunrong walked slowly toward Fang Mingfeng with a faint smile on her lips.

Fang Mingfeng clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves and said in a hoarse voice, “1 received a letter from the capital this morning. My father has officially designated the heir.”

Eight years ago, from the moment he brought Li Yunrong away, Fang Mingfeng knew that this moment would come sooner or later.

After the Yu family’s case, his father, the British Duke, Fang Huairui, divorced his wife and remarried seven years ago. Now, his legitimate second son, Fang Mingxing, was already six years old.

Since Fang Huairui had changed his behavior, it also meant that he had completely given up on his eldest son, Fang Mingfeng. There was no room for negotiation.

“Mingfeng.” Li Yunrong took two steps closer to Fang Mingfeng, unable to hide the guilt on her beautiful face. “It’s all my fault…”

“I’m here to look for you today.” Fang Mingfeng reached out and interrupted Li Yunrong. He said indifferently, “I’m here to bid you farewell.”

There was silence.

Li Yunrong:”…”

Li Yunrong was stunned for a moment. She immediately thought of the change in the heir of the British Duke and said, “Mingfeng, you want to go to the capital…”

However, Fang Mingfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly in his heart. He said bitterly, “How can I have the face to return to the capital? 1 plan to go to Jiangnan and start over.”

Back then, he didn’t want Li Yunrong to go to the border to suffer, and he had snatched her away during the exile. The mistake had been made, and he couldn’t turn back.

Fang Mingfeng walked slowly under the tree with his hands behind his back. Then, he stopped in front of Li Yunrong and said, “In the future, take care.”

The meaning of the last five words was obvious.

He was here to bid farewell to Li Yunrong. After he left this time, he would never return.

Li Yunrong looked at Fang Mingfeng in disbelief. Her pupils dilated, as if something had ruthlessly stabbed into her heart, and the blood in her body stopped flowing.

She panicked.

Fang Mingfeng and her were childhood sweethearts. For so many years, no matter what happened, he had always been by her side, but now, he was actually going to leave her…

Xia Lian, who was beside him, also heard this conversation. She asked nervously, “Young Master Fang, are you leaving our lady here alone?”

Li Yunrong’s mouth opened and closed a few times, but her throat and hair were tight, and she couldn’t say a word. The fragrance of cinnamon lingering on the tip of her nose was so strong that it made her suffocate.

At this moment, Li Yunrong’s mind was in a mess, and her emotions were even more complicated. Even she didn’t know if she was reluctant, shocked, or uneasy.

“Mingfeng.” She tried to call his name calmly and wanted to pull his sleeve, but Fang Mingfeng agilely dodged. The panic in Li Yunrong’s eyes was taken in by him.

Fang Mingfeng looked at the girl who had grown up with him in front of him and felt calm.

In the past, as long as he looked at her like this, his heart would beat faster. He only wanted to pull her into his arms and protect her for the rest of his life.

The thought of losing her made his heart hurt.

He loved her, treasured her like a treasure, and loved her like his life.

But in the past few days, he seemed to have woken up from a long dream bit by bit. He was suddenly enlightened.

At this moment, he looked at her and no longer felt tempted.

How could he be willing to admit that he was stupid? But over the years, what he had done was indeed extremely stupid.

Li Yunrong had clearly chosen Chu You long ago and married him as his wife, but Fang Mingfeng was stubborn. He even didn’t hesitate to abandon his family and give up the position of heir for Li Yunrong, leaving him alone and solitary.

He felt that he seemed to have been bewitched by something, or that he was being played by some power.

Back then, his father had advised him many times to give up on Li Yunrong, using both soft and hard methods. He said that Li Yunrong was restless and selfish, but he was stubborn. He defended Li Yunrong time and time again and told his father that he did everything for Li Yunrong willingly…

How could he still have the face to go back and see his father?

What exactly had he been doing all these years?

Fang Mingfeng smiled self-deprecatingly.

He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was no emotion in them. The depths of his eyes were like an empty lake, devoid of liking or disgust. He only said calmly, “I’ll leave this house to you.”

“…” Li Yunrong’s face turned pale, and her entire body turned cold. She wanted to say that she didn’t need this house, but she couldn’t say it. She knew that she needed a safe place to stay.

After Chu You died, she had nothing. The Li family wasn’t her family at all. She only had Fang Mingfeng.

And now, even Fang Mingfeng was leaving her.

Li Yunrong bit her lower lip so hard that it almost bled. Her fingers began to bleed again, dyeing the bandage red.

Her life had once been like that blooming peony flower, beautiful and fragrant, but from a certain day onwards, her life suddenly took a sharp turn, as if the flowering period had ended early. Now, there was only loneliness after it withered.

She lost everything bit by bit…

Xia Lian was so anxious that she was covered in sweat. She kneeled down and took two steps forward. She hurriedly said, “Young Master Fang, Madam…”

Xia Lian wanted to tell Fang Mingfeng that Li Yunrong had prepared a birthday gift for him, but she was interrupted by Li Yunrong. “Xia Lian!”

Li Yunrong stared at Xia Lian with red eyes. Her body tensed up, indicating for her to stop talking.

In order to persuade men to stay, many women in this world kneeled and begged, thinking that tears could be exchanged for men’s pity. However, she refused to do it, and she disdained such actions.

She was a transmigrator like Emperor Taizu. She had her pride.

“Take care.” After saying this, Fang Mingfeng quickly walked past Li Yunrong, pushed open the door of the house, and walked out without looking back.

A dazzling sun hung in the sky, and the sunlight stretched his determined shadow.

There was a suffocating silence inside and outside the house.

(End of story)