“Miss, have you offended Miss Xue?” Yan Nuo asked, noticing that Xue Ling was glaring.
“No.”
Qian Yiyun turned around and glanced at Xue Ling, who did not seem to have much of an expression. She turned back to look at Yan Nuo.
“Don’t worry about her. She just cannot stand being inferior to somebody else.”
She would not have noticed that Xue Ling was such a selfish person if they had not been caught in the flood. In any case, she had already planned to interact with Xue Ling lesser. She did not want to be used by her to get close to her brother anymore.
“I wonder how Big Brother and Sister Jiuyue are doing,” she muttered.
…
Back in the deep mountains, Qian Jiyun had regrouped with An Jiuyue. Several wild rabbits and pheasants hung from his waistband.
He was surprised to find that her basket was full.
“You harvested that much?”
“Yes.” An Jiuyue nodded. “We can finish them.” I’m afraid that we won’t have enough.
She did not verbalize her last sentence. After all, Qian Jiyun was unaware that there were many more villagers in the cave—more than double the number of people under her tree.
“Let’s go back.”
Qian Jiyun returned the bow to her and carried her basket on his back. They headed back towards the treehouse.
An Jiuyue, who was walking behind him, sighed.
The biological father of her two sons was currently walking in front of her, but she could not say a word about it.
She was secretly glad that she had changed her name back then.
She was also thankful that her biological family had hurt her so deeply that she wanted to change her name. This prevented Qian Jiyun from recognizing her.
I’ll leave it at that. Qian Jiyun will go his way, and I will go my way as An Jiuyue. I won’t be Lan Zhitong anymore.
An Jiuyue’s real name was Lan Zhitong—the name recorded on her marriage certificate with Qian Jiyun. She only renamed herself after she met her godfather.
She decided to distance herself from Qian Yiyun over the next few days. It would be unfavorable if she remembered anything about her.
Qian Jiyun noticed she had sighed. However, he did not think much of it and assumed she was sighing because of the flood. Many villagers were stranded on the mountain, after all.
…
After some time, they reached the treehouse. It was bustling with noise and excitement.
The two men who had taken over An Jiuyue’s bamboo raft also returned with a few unfamiliar men and women. A couple amongst them were exclaiming that the children An Jiuyue rescued were theirs.
An Jiuyue overheard it and rushed over.
“Are you the parents of the two girls?” she questioned the couple before Aunt Ju and the others could say anything.
Aunt Ju was stunned. “Jiuyue…”
However, she quickly understood An Jiuyue’s intentions and added, “Are those two girls really yours?”
“Yes, they’re ours. My wife gave birth to two girls, and they’re very pretty,” the man answered immediately.
They had overheard the two men on the bamboo raft talking about how someone had rescued two children, so they had planned to claim them.
