Rebirth of Jinxuan

"Xuan'er, let's go home." Zhang Yuxi held Lu Jinxuan's hand tightly, her tone gentle yet firm.

The madness in his eyes flashed by, replaced by an almost obsessive tenderness.

As the three of them walked out of Zuiyue Tower, they ran into Mo Chenfan and Lu Yuhang.

Outside the Drunken Moon Pavilion, Mo Chenfan, holding Lu Yuhang's hand, was anxiously looking around.

Upon seeing Lu Jinxuan come out, Mo Chenfan immediately went to greet her.

"Jinxuan, are you alright? This Drunken Moon Pavilion..." He noticed Lu Jinxuan's hand being held tightly by Zhang Yuxi, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"It's alright, we'll talk about it when we get back." Lu Jinxuan gently pulled her hand away from Zhang Yuxi's and smiled at Mo Chenfan.

Zhang Yuxi's eyes flickered, and his gaze fell on a figure behind Ai Xi who was bound hand and foot and unconscious.

"This...this is?" Lu Yuhang pointed at the person and asked in surprise.

"I found it on the road." Ai Xi said succinctly, her tone carrying a hint of coldness that was barely perceptible.

As the group walked toward Renhe Pharmacy, whispers kept reaching Lu Jinxuan's ears.

"Look, isn't that Madam Lu from Renhe Pharmacy? And who's that man next to her? He's really handsome." "But something looks a little off about him..."

Lu Jinxuan sighed helplessly, pretending not to hear.

Back in the backyard of Renhe Pharmacy, Old Qian was shocked to see the lorry that Ai Xi had thrown on the ground.

"How...how did he get here?" Old Qian pointed at Rory, his face trembling with shock and fear.

Everyone crowded around, looking at Old Qian with suspicion. "Old Qian, do you know him?" Lu Jinxuan asked.

Old Qian took a deep breath and slowly said, "He...he is both my benefactor and my enemy."

"Benefactor? Enemy?" Lu Jinxuan became even more curious and gestured for Ai Xi to prepare some tea and snacks. "Mr. Qian, please tell me slowly, what exactly happened?"

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoer wisely withdrew.

Mo Chenfan stayed behind, vaguely sensing that this matter was of great importance.

Lu Jinxuan took the tea from Ai Xi, took a small sip, and turned her gaze to Old Qian.

"Mr. Qian, can you tell me now?"

Old Qian picked up his teacup, but hesitated to drink it. A complex light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and his lips trembled as if he were struggling to find the right words.

"This matter... goes back five years..." He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone again, his tone pleading: "I hope... that only a few of us know about this, especially... don't let Feng'er know."

Lu Jinxuan nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, Mr. Qian, we will never tell anyone." Mo Chenfan and Lu Yuhang also nodded to show that they understood.

Ai Xi walked to the corner of the room, raised her slender hand, and a light blue light flashed, silently enveloping everyone in a transparent barrier.

"Phew..." Old Qian let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. He finally put the tea into his mouth, but then spat it out.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." He coughed violently, his face turning red.

Lu Jinxuan quickly stepped forward and gently patted his back, "Mr. Qian, are you alright?"

Old Qian waved his hand, catching his breath, but tears welled in his eyes. "Five years ago...sigh..." He sighed again, seemingly lost in painful memories.

"Mr. Qian, please speak slowly, we are all listening," Lu Jinxuan said gently.

With trembling hands, Mr. Qian pulled out a slightly yellowed silk handkerchief from his bosom and clutched it tightly in his hand.

“Back then… when I was young…” He paused, his gaze somewhat unfocused, “I… was also a person of great learning…”

The room fell silent, with only Mr. Qian's deep voice echoing in the air.

He seemed to have returned to his youth, a hint of pride, a hint of helplessness, and a hint of...fear flashing in his eyes.