His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

That sentence was almost practically roared out by Yang Chifeng.

His face was white with anger as his eyes were bloodshot, looking out of control as they had never seen before. “Mother. If things were to go on like this, the entire Yangs would be dead meat! You know very well what sort of a family the Lus are.”

Yang Sitong bit down on her lips tightly and glared at him firmly with Mrs. Yang beside her. “So, you think that we’re not dead meat if I do nothing at all?!”

Mrs. Yang looked at her son and sighed, “It was me… I was the one who had her do it.”

Yang Chifeng was in disbelief. He sat down on a sofa beside him and fondled at his glabella with his fingers.

After a long time, he cooled down and asked, “Mum, don’t you know what the situation is right now? There’s a limit to how much you can spoil her.”

Yang Sitong felt as though that statement was a slap to her face as she scoffed coldly, “Brother, do you know just how domineering those people of the Lus are? Even until now, only a small group of people actually know about a legend concerning Father Lu. Apparently, the young Chief Lu almost killed someone for the sake of Shen Lingshuang in his youth!”

Yang Chifeng was taken aback. “And what are you implying by that?”

“Brother, I’m telling you that just so you know… Even though Chief Lu nearly killed someone, not a single shred of that news spread out.” Yang Sitong paused for a moment before continuing, “All these years, the reason why the Lus would help our Yangs so much was because I saved Lu Yanchen. If not for that, do you think that the Lus would help us at all? If one day the Lus were to find out that us Yangs had been lying to them for so many years… Everyone else aside, let’s just talk about Lu Yanchen’s father. Do you think that he would take it as though nothing had happened?”

When he heard that, Yang Chifeng’s face drained of color. “What do you mean?”

Suddenly, he understood… He understood it all.

As a guess jolted into his mind, he flung his head and glared at Mrs. Yang. Her silence confirmed his suspicions. “Sitong… Sitong wasn’t the one that saved Lu Yanchen back then!”

Before Mrs. Yang could even reply, Yang Sitong roared out with reddened eyes, “That’s right! If Mo Feifei were to wake up, that secret would no longer be a secret! If the Lus knew that we were having them on, do you think that they… would pretend that nothing had happened?”

Yang Chifeng was trying his best to repress his agitation. “If Mo Feifei would reveal your secret if she woke up, was she the one that had saved Lu Yanchen back then?”

“No!” Yang Sitong shook her head.

“THEN WHAT IS GOING ON?”

Yang Chifeng was losing control by now—the blow of that secret was way too huge. He bellowed so loudly that Yang Sitong broke out into a shiver, looking all weak and meek with her reddened eyes and nose.

Even if he were almost going mad over this, at the end of the day, Yang Chifeng doted most on this sister of his.

He held back his emotions and bit his lips, calming himself down before seething out with much control, “You… Tell me everything right now… Every, single, thing.”

Subconsciously, Yang Sitong looked over at Mrs. Yang. It was only with her approval that she began to talk.

“Back then, I arranged with someone to meet at the River Hucheng, but I was stood up by that person and was really angry. I knew that those wealthy rich girls were all looking down on me, looking at us as parvenus… At that point, I was thinking about letting things be. If they were looking down on me, so be it! It wasn’t as though I couldn’t make any friends. Rather than being looked down upon by those wealthy girls, I might as well go be friends with normal girls who would idolize me instead. But on my way home… I heard a girl yelling out.”