Jiu Ye, little ancestor, she is crazy

Perhaps, only time can reveal the final answer.

At this moment, all they can do is to guard the fire of faith in their hearts tightly, like a watchman in the dark, silently waiting for the dazzling rainbow after the storm.

At the same time, all the people who were paying attention to this matter were anxiously awaiting Bo Ling's appearance.

Because everyone knows that her attitude will be the key factor in determining the direction of this storm.

Bo Mohan knew this very well, he could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that Bo Ling could see through the intricacies of the matter and not make the already difficult situation worse.

The night is as dark as insoluble ink, weighing heavily on people's hearts.

In that boundless darkness, countless secrets and crises seemed to be hidden.

The two stood side by side, looking at the bleak autumn scenery outside the window. The worries in their hearts were like the autumn wind, blowing in their faces with a hint of coolness.

However, they were clearly aware that this coolness was not just a natural phenomenon caused by the change of seasons, but also a prelude to an impending storm.

Fu Jiuyan knew very well that every move he made was like walking on a cliff, and if he was not careful he would fall into the abyss.

But he has no choice, because these decisions not only affect the future destiny of him and Xixi, but also determine the outcome of the entire power game.

Although they are filled with fear of the unknown, they understand that escape will never solve the current predicament.

Only by facing it bravely can we find a glimmer of hope in this turbulent world.

In this silent night, the only thing that can keep them going is their unswerving belief and mutual support and encouragement.

Whenever Fu Jiuyan thought of Xixi's smile that bloomed like a flower, shining like bright stars in his heart, he could feel an endless power surging in his heart.

He deeply understood that even if the road ahead was rugged and full of thorns, as long as he had a persistent pursuit of love in his heart, he would be able to overcome all obstacles and move forward courageously.

At the same time, Bo Mohan stood quietly by the side, like a steady mountain.

He didn't need to say much, just his silent posture conveyed a reassuring power - it was the fearless courage to hold one's ground in the storm.

The next morning, the sun shone through the thin clouds, covering the earth with a hazy golden gauze.

Fu Jiuyan walked steadily into the gate of the Fu family's old house. In his hand, he held a stack of carefully crafted invitations, inlaid with gorgeous gold edges and emitting a faint fragrance.

This time, in addition to handling family affairs, he also had an important task - to invite the eldest daughter of the Dai family to attend an important occasion.

When Fu Jiuyan walked into the spacious and bright master bedroom, he found that the eldest daughter of the Dai family had been waiting in the living room for a long time.

She has a graceful figure, elegant temperament, and her beautiful face looks particularly charming under the light.

But to Fu Jiuyan, she was just like a prostitute, giving off an uncomfortable feeling.

Fu Jiuyan carelessly threw the exquisite invitation away, as if discarding an insignificant item, letting it fall lightly on the coffee table.

His voice seemed to come from the depths of an ice cellar, so cold it made people shudder: "Once you've made your choice, tell Nanxuan and let him handle it."

He paused, then added: "I urgently need to rest now, please don't disturb me.

From now on, you are not allowed to set foot in either my bedroom or study.

Don't try to test my bottom line!" The last sentence clearly contained a stern warning.

Upon hearing this, the eldest daughter of the Dai family, who was of noble birth, lowered her head slightly, and a trace of imperceptible loss flashed across her eyes.

However, she controlled her emotions very well, not showing any emotion at all, and simply responded softly, "I understand. I will definitely not set foot there again."

After she finished speaking, she slowly turned around, and her departing figure revealed a sense of loneliness and desolation.

As the night deepened, it became increasingly solemn and profound. Fu Jiuyan sat alone in front of the window, gazing at the vast starry sky outside. His thoughts surged like a tidal wave, unable to calm down for a long time.

He knew very well that every decision and every action in the future must be made with extreme caution.

Because the decision he makes will undoubtedly affect the future and destiny of everyone.

At this moment, a crucial thought suddenly flashed through Fu Jiuyan's mind. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed Nanxuan's number without hesitation.

After the call was connected, he lowered his voice and said in an almost mysterious tone: "Nanxuan, go and do something for me.

Never send out invitations to my close brothers as wedding invitations.

Be sure to change it to send it to them in the name of a reunion with old friends. Remember, don’t make any mistakes!

Nan Xuan also lowered his voice on the other end of the phone and asked cautiously, "Master Jiu, is this really appropriate? Will it cause any unnecessary trouble?"

Fu Jiuyan's tone was firm and low: "What's inappropriate? This so-called 'wedding' has never been a real wedding in my heart.

My wedding belongs only to me and my little ancestor. I won't hold a wedding with anyone else except her. Now that she is not here, who can I marry? Could it be you?

Hearing this, Nanxuan remained silent on the other end of the phone, but he already understood Fu Jiuyan's plan in his heart.

After a moment, he replied softly, "Mr. Jiu, I understand what you mean." After saying this, Nanxuan decisively hung up the phone.

Fu Jiuyan slowly put down the phone in his hand, and his eyes, as deep as a pool of water, looked out the window again.

At this moment, the promise he made to his little ancestor deep in his heart was like the brightest and most dazzling star in the night sky, shining brightly and illuminating the long and tortuous road ahead for him.

Fu Jiuyan sat in front of the window, gazing at the distant starry sky, his thoughts surging like the tide.

In this quiet night, Bo Ling's beautiful figure and gentle and sweet smile kept appearing in his mind.

Tears silently slid down his resolute face, like crystal clear pearls, carrying the endless longing and pain deep in his heart.

For more than three years, Fu Jiuyan has been burying this feeling deep in his heart, trying hard to suppress his emotions.

However, whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, that unspeakable pain would follow him like a shadow, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

He didn't know how long he would have to wait before he could see his beloved again, but he firmly believed that as long as they kept their faith in each other, they would be reunited one day.

At the same time, Bo Ling, who was in a foreign country, was standing on a high podium, accepting the cheers and congratulations from the crowd.