Click.
The call ended.
Almost immediately, an anxious voice rang out from inside the wooden cabin.
"What's wrong? What happened to Murong?"
A tall figure hurried out. The usually imposing middle-aged man now wore a trace of panic on his face.
He was the current head of the Gu family—
Gu Tianming, Gu Yan's father.
Hearing the sound of glass shattering, he had rushed over without hesitation.
Seeing him, Su Murong waved excitedly, her face glowing.
"Tianming! This is great news! Our son has finally let go of Shen Wan'er!"
"!!"
"…What did you say?"
Gu Tianming froze on the spot.
Let go of Shen Wan'er?
Then what was the point of all those arguments between you and me?
Why did I end up being the villain every time?
Wasn't you the one who said you'd scold him and wake him up?!
The more he thought about it, the more resentful his gaze toward Su Murong became.
Su Murong immediately noticed his expression. Her brows shot up, and her face darkened.
"What nonsense are you thinking now?"
"Ahem—no, no! I mean… why did Xiaoyan suddenly give up on her?"
Gu Tianming coughed awkwardly and quickly changed the subject.
Seeing this, Su Murong was too happy to argue. She waved her hand and said cheerfully:
"Oh, that's because of the childhood engagement with the Leng family."
"Since it was arranged by my father back then, it shouldn't be a problem—"
She suddenly paused.
"…Tianming, why does your face look like that?"
Gu Tianming's complexion had turned pale. He stood there stiffly, visibly flustered.
After a long moment, he covered his face and groaned.
"It's over… completely over."
"How did this kid manage to like women who are stranger than the last?!"
"The engagement with the Leng family… the girl is—"
Su Murong grew anxious. "She's what?!"
"She's blind!"
"Ah?!"
Gu Tianming let out a long sigh.
It seemed the fragile peace between father and son was truly beyond repair now.
Su Murong was equally stunned.
"No way… He finally gives up Shen Wan'er, and now he wants to marry a disabled girl?"
"But—but I already promised Xiaoyan I'd handle this…"
The couple looked at each other, both wearing bitter smiles.
Gu Tianming waved his hand dismissively and said with confidence:
"Forget it. With that kid's personality, once he sees she's blind, he definitely won't agree."
"He'll probably cancel the engagement in person, then compensate the Leng family properly."
Su Murong thought it over and nodded.
"That's all we can do for now."
---
Three days later.
The Leng Family Residence.
Inside a bright, transparent room—
A woman sat quietly at a desk, her eyes closed.
She looked like a living painting, exuding a calm and unique charm.
Her temperament was fresh and elegant. Though she could no longer see the world's colors, her beauty remained untouched.
Silky black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her features were delicate, her skin pale as snow.
She wore a simple yet refined dress. The hem swayed gently, carrying a faint, lingering fragrance.
She was the eldest daughter of the Leng family—
Leng Qingqiu.
Her expression was calm as her fingers traced the raised text of a book meant for the blind.
To lower the guard of her enemies lurking in the shadows, she had destroyed her own eyesight.
"Five years…"
"I didn't expect five years to pass so quickly."
Her voice was clear and pleasant.
Once upon a time, countless young elites of Jianghai City had gone out of their way just to hear her speak.
But now—
The Leng family was no longer the Leng family of old.
And she was no longer the same Leng Qingqiu.
Click.
"Second Miss! Second Miss! You can't just barge into the Eldest Miss's study—!"
"Move, move! I'm furious! I have to talk to my sister!"
The study door was shoved open roughly.
A figure with dyed yellow hair stormed inside.
Without turning her head, Leng Qingqiu already knew who it was.
She continued reading calmly and asked softly:
"Ling'er, what happened?"
Leng Ling'er—
the second daughter of the Leng family, and her biological sister.
The moment she saw Leng Qingqiu, all her anger vanished. She rushed over, hugged her sister's head, and rubbed her cheek against her shoulder like a kitten.
"Sister! The Gu family is going too far!"
Leng Qingqiu was cold and distant to everyone else, but endlessly patient with Leng Ling'er.
She sighed and gently pushed her away.
"What did the Gu family do? It shouldn't have anything to do with a small family like ours."
Once, the Gu and Leng families had shared a good relationship.
But thinking of what happened back then—
A faint killing intent flickered in Leng Qingqiu's heart.
There was no concrete evidence tying the Gu family to the massacre, but they were still among her suspects.
If she ever found out the truth…
Leng Ling'er didn't notice the shift in her sister's mood and blurted out:
"It does matter!"
"Back then, Grandpa arranged a childhood engagement with the Gu family!"
"And now the Gu family's young master is coming to discuss it!"
"The person he's engaged to—"
"It's you, Sister!"
Silence fell.
The room went completely quiet.
Leng Qingqiu hadn't expected this—at all.
When the Leng family was still at its peak, her grandfather had mentioned arranging a marriage for her…
But that was a lifetime ago.
The Leng family now was no longer what it once was.
Leng Ling'er kept talking, her voice cracking.
"Sister! I don't want you to get married! Don't marry anyone!"
"You're my only sister!"
Leng Qingqiu chuckled softly.
From the Gu family's perspective, how could they possibly want her now?
"Don't worry," she said calmly.
"He's not here to marry me."
Leng Ling'er froze. "Huh?"
Before she could react, Leng Qingqiu stood up, picked up the cane beside her, and spoke evenly:
"If I'm not mistaken, the Gu family's young master is here to cancel the engagement."
And honestly—
That was fine.
Since the family tragedy, she had long lost any desire for love.
The moment she destroyed her eyesight, she knew she could no longer live like an ordinary person.
Her path led in only one direction.
Revenge.
As long as Ling'er was safe, that was enough.
Leng Ling'er clenched her fists, furious.
"So he's here to cancel it?!"
"Damn it! What a piece of trash!"
Leng Qingqiu sighed helplessly.
"Alright. Let's go downstairs and wait."
"I'm curious how he plans to cancel the engagement."
---
Meanwhile—
Outside the Leng family compound.
A Rolls-Royce slowly came to a stop.
Inside the car—
"Young Master, we've arrived," the butler said respectfully.
"Mm."
Gu Yan nodded slightly and looked toward the gates of the Leng residence.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
Anticipation gleamed in his eyes.
"Alright…"
"Time to meet my future thigh."