Reborn as the Cinnabar Mole of the Prince of Beijing's Elite Circle

He knew which matter Si Muyi was referring to, but what was the use of complaining now? He was powerless to change things; even if he had known back then, he would have been helpless.

Lu Ye is right. At that time, they were nothing, and it was wishful thinking for them to take Qingqing away.

“You have it!” Si Muyi insisted, her voice becoming louder. “I know it was my fault back then. I revealed that Aunt Lin Shu was going to take my sister away, which led to my second uncle colluding with Lan Mingqing, and that’s why my sister disappeared for eighteen years.”

The servants around them said they wanted to disappear. Couldn't these people say these things in a more discreet way? Otherwise, if they died one day, it would be such a shame.

Thinking of this, the servants left on their own initiative, none of them wanting to stay.

Before Si Qiyan could utter a sound, Si Muyun's expression suddenly changed drastically. He quickly grabbed Si Muyi's hand with such force that he completely lost control. His expression was filled with disbelief and shock: "Xiaoyi, what are you saying?"

"...Cousin, I'm sorry. I kept this from you for so long. My sister disappeared because of my leak. It's all my fault."

Si Muyi's tone was filled with guilt. Over the years, she had been troubled by this guilt, and she had difficulty falling asleep every night. As soon as she closed her eyes, the scene of her sister's disappearance would appear in her mind. In her dream, her sister looked at her with eyes full of hatred, as if saying, "Sister hates Xiaoyi!"

Hearing Si Muyi's words, he involuntarily took a few steps back.

This is all too outrageous. Si Muyun glanced at Si Qiyan again, then shook his head, as if the world had suddenly turned upside down and everyone had gone mad!

Without hesitation, he turned and left, leaving Si Muyi behind. He needed to find an answer, an answer that could explain everything.

"cousin!"

Si Muyi shouted from behind. Things happened so suddenly that she had no other choice but to do this.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ayan, I've touched on your painful memories again. I'll go and tell my cousin about this first."

With that, Si Muyi left.

What happened all of a sudden was a bit bizarre; it just happened like that all of a sudden.

"Boss, are you okay?"

I never expected it to be like this. No wonder my boss has become so powerful over the years. After gaining influence, he has been suppressing the Lan Group in every way. I originally thought it was just a simple business dispute.

Si Qiyan shook his head and sat on the sofa. He already knew that it was Si Muyi who said it. After all, he had been by Si Muxiao's side at that time. He was already eleven years old at that time. His memory was not very good, but how could he not remember such a big thing?

Si Muyi was only five years old at that time, and she had such a good relationship with Qingqing. What could he do? Was he supposed to kill Si Muyi?

Moreover, if I were to actually do that, I could only imagine what my fate would be.

Si Muxiao is hardly a good person, but it's alright. This time it was Si Muyi who said it, so the Si family is going to be lively and start fighting amongst themselves, which means he'll have less to worry about.

"You can go downstairs now and calm down by yourself."

He lay on the sofa, gesturing for Ah Sheng to leave, and then rubbed his temples.

With my eyes closed, I returned to the Si family home in a daze, to the place I never wanted to go back to, but instead, I saw the person I wanted to see.

"Brother Ayan, look at the butterfly I made by hand. Isn't it especially beautiful?"

Six-year-old Si Qing was as cute as a little elf. She skipped and hopped excitedly toward Si Qiyan, waving her little hands as she ran, eager to show Si Qiyan her handmade butterflies.

"Brother Ayan, look, isn't it beautiful?"

Si Qing's words were full of anticipation and innocence; every word seemed to leap from her little heart, carrying an adorable, childlike tone.

"Beautiful! Qingqing is so amazing!"

Hearing Si Qiyan's praise, Si Qing was overjoyed. She stuffed the woven butterfly into his hand and clapped her hands, saying, "Brother Ayan, this is what Aunt taught me to make. I'm giving it to you. You're as beautiful as the butterfly."

The two faced each other, and the sun shone on him at that moment, giving him a warm feeling.

Just as they were feeling happy, Si Muwang appeared.

She shoved Si Qiyan aside and pulled Si Qing behind her, saying, "Just a bastard! You think you can have your way just because my father adopted you? Bah!" Turning back to Si Qing, she said, "Qingqing, you're just a bastard. You're the heir of the Si family. How can you associate with someone like that?"

Her eyes then fell on the butterfly in Si Qiyan's hand, which she snatched and stomped on the ground: "Did you think you could enter the inner sanctum just by weaving a butterfly? How naive and laughable."

Even though Si Qiyan is no more than that, he still managed to say such disgusting things.

Si Qing was furious and angrily shoved Si Muwang, shielding Si Qiyan behind her: "Brother Ayan is not a bastard, he is the best and bravest child!"

I was very dissatisfied with Si Muwang's words; they were utterly impolite.

"You actually pushed me! Qingqing, I'm your brother!" Si Muwang was furious. Pushing him for a bastard child, I think only Si Qing would dare to treat him like this!

No matter how angry he was, it was no use. Si Muwang knew that, so he could only glare at Si Qiyan resentfully and leave. He secretly vowed that one day he would kill this bastard!

“Brother Ayan, don’t listen to his nonsense. You are the best Brother Ayan.”

Si Qiyan ignored him, simply squatted down, placed the broken butterfly in his palm, and left without a word.

Seeing this, Si Qing quickly followed, afraid that Si Qiyan would ignore her because of this: "Brother Ayan, don't be angry. You are very good. Qingqing, Qingqing likes you very much."

Upon hearing this, Si Qiyan actually stopped in his tracks, pondered for a moment, and looked at Si Qing with a cautious and tentative gaze: "You like me?"

Si Qing nodded, her expression resolute.

"Yes! Qingqing likes playing with Brother Ayan. Brother Ayan, please don't be angry. I'll make you a new butterfly, okay?"

I like you, Qingqing.

He grabbed Si Qing's hands and pulled her close to him. "Then, then, Qingqing, are you willing to stay with Brother Ayan forever, the kind of relationship where we never leave each other?"

He knew he had gone too far; he shouldn't have spoken to Si Qing like that, but Qingqing said she liked him.

"Yes, Qingqing is willing to stay with Brother Ayan for the rest of her life. We will always be best friends." Her amber eyes sparkled as she spoke, like stars in the sky.

sparkling with light.

Children don't understand what liking someone means, and there are many different kinds of liking someone. But at that time, I had already taken those words to heart. Qingqing had said that she would always be with him.

This was Qingqing's personal promise.

Of all the children, he and Qingqing were clearly the closest, but now they are the two who are the most estranged.

"Si Qiyan, haven't you made enough of a scene? Let me out!"

An Cinian's voice was filled with anger and helplessness. She had been struggling in this dark bedroom for a long time, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not get rid of the handcuffs that tightly bound her.

Her wrists were red from struggling for so long, and there were even some minor abrasions on her skin. She looked really delicate!

As time passed, An Cinian gradually felt exhausted. Struggling was futile, so she could only quietly wait for the instigator, Si Qiyan, to arrive.

The person had already left, so Si Qiyan naturally took out his key and unlocked the handcuffs.

Having finally found the solution, An Cinian had only one thought in her mind: to get as far away from this madman as possible.

However, Si Qiyan saw through her intentions and grabbed her back without mercy, forcing An Cinian to sit on his lap, making it impossible for her to escape.

An Cinian resisted fiercely, her eyes filled with anger and disgust: "Si Qiyan, are you sick?! What do you want?"