Mighty Young Master Clings to Her/C17 I Am Your Father.
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C17 I Am Your Father.

Muh Jingyan sighed in resignation, her thoughts drifting to the treachery of Gong Siyu and Qin Yunkai. A sharp glint of lethal intent flickered in her icy gaze.

She had no intention of revealing to Ye Chuxia that Gong Siyu had consigned her to a mental hospital. If Chuxia knew, she might just hunt down those two lowlifes to settle the score.

She had vowed to reclaim what they owed her, slowly but surely.

Noticing Jingyan's silence, Chuxia mistook it for lingering pain from the past and blurted out with rough concern.

"Muh Jingyan, you're not still hung up on that jerk, are you? Listen, if you're still pining for that man, you can forget about contacting me again."

"Don't worry, I've moved on. Let's go, I'm starving!" Jingyan deflected, steering clear of further probing. Internally, she scoffed with boundless resentment and chill.

"Gong Siyu, Qin Yunkai, did you really enjoy yourselves in my absence? Well, I'm curious to see how long your smugness will last."

"I hope you don't die too quickly. How else can I soothe the agony you've put me through? You will repay your debt to me, little by little."

"Come on, I've already made a reservation. Let's head there now!"

Chuxia didn't want those two despicable beings to spoil their evening, so she grabbed Jingyan's arm and they headed to her car.

Years had passed since Jingyan had left, and Di City had undergone significant changes. They arrived at the Dynasty Hotel, a beacon of luxury in the city's most opulent district, frequented by the affluent.

Jingyan had long ago booked the VIP presidential suite at the hotel. Once they settled their luggage, they descended for dinner.

Chuxia hailed from a prominent Di City family. As the daughter of the CEO of Ye's Group and a mother from a scholarly lineage, she held a respectable position as the director of the Education Bureau. Unlike other heiresses, Chuxia had carved out her own success through hard work, establishing herself as a freelance artist. It was this independence that had endeared her to Jingyan, forging their close friendship.

Inside the restaurant's private room, Chuxia ordered their old favorites.

"It's surprising how much has changed elsewhere, but this place remains exactly the same!"

Jingyan gazed out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the vibrant Di City nightscape, the brilliant neon lights sketching out the beauty of the night, momentarily lost in thought.

"Yanyan, be honest with me, can you truly forget him?"

"Your abrupt departure, was it because of those two? And now, your sudden return, it's not for Qin Yunkai, is it?"

After a pause, Chuxia's voice was tinged with worry and urgency.

Jingyan shook her head, her expression cool in the glow of the chandelier.

"I do have unfinished business with those two, but it's not what you're thinking. Rest assured."

"The moment Qin Yunkai betrayed me, my love for him died. Now, all I have left is intense hatred."

Indeed, she should have released herself from their grip four years ago. She hadn't anticipated Gong Siyu's cruelty in sending her to a mental hospital. She wouldn't have been ensnared had she not still harbored hope for Yunkai, even after his betrayal.

Reflecting on it now, she chastised herself for her naivety. If not for her resilience, she would have lost her sanity amidst the tubes and the relentless torment of the cold machines. She had narrowly escaped a fate of madness or death.

The recollection made Jingyan shudder, her loathing for Gong Siyu and Qin Yunkai intensifying. The stomach ailment that plagued her had its roots in that year of suffering. She had endured beatings and hunger in the darkness, narrowly escaping death several times. Yet, she refused to die before enacting her revenge.

"Yanyan, did you know? They're getting engaged next week," Chuxia said, her gaze softening with sympathy.

The timing of Jingyan's return was impeccable. What engagement gift should she present to them? A cold smirk played on her lips as a frosty chill danced in her eyes.

No matter what, she wouldn't allow them to get engaged so effortlessly. They had cast her into hell, and she was determined to return the favor.

After dinner, Jingyan returned to the presidential suite. Chuxia had planned to stay, but an urgent call took her away.

Fresh from a shower and ready for bed, Jingyan's phone suddenly rang.

"Who's calling?"

"It's me!" The voice on the other end was that of a composed middle-aged man, carrying an authoritative tone that seemed to command attention.

As Muh Jingyan recognized the voice, her pupils shrank sharply, and a complex chill flickered in her gaze. She furrowed her brow and responded with detached indifference, "What do you want?"

"Must you speak to me with such disdain? I am your father. After all these years of absence, it's time you came home for a visit!" His voice, forceful and tinged with annoyance, also betrayed a hint of unspoken frustration and gravity.

"Ha, I dare not claim a father like you. I have no intention of returning to that house. It ceased to be my home the day you brought that woman through its doors!"

Muh Jingyan's words were laced with a biting sarcasm as she let out a scornful chuckle.

"Yanyan..." The man on the phone softened his tone, his sigh conveying a sense of resigned sorrow and a profound feeling of powerlessness. He attempted to continue, but Muh Jingyan cut him off with an icy, merciless retort.

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. And don't call me again!" She didn't wait for a response before ending the call.

After disconnecting, Muh Jingyan's mood darkened further. Staring out at the dazzling lights through the floor-to-ceiling window, she was engulfed by a piercing cold.

Her expression, aloof and inscrutable, was like a layer of frost, as memories played across her mind. She seemed enveloped by a suffocating darkness, chilling to the core—until her phone rang once more.

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