Chapter 70: A Brewing Storm
The atmosphere in the Leng estate remained tranquil, but beneath the surface, an unspoken tension lingered. The events of the past days had left their mark, and everyone could feel the shifting dynamics within the family and beyond.
Qingxue sat in the garden pavilion, her silver-blue eyes gazing at the koi pond, but her mind was elsewhere. The delicate aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air as Jiang Yuixen sat across from her, pouring them both a cup.
"You've been quiet these past few days," her mother observed, studying her carefully.
Qingxue's fingers lightly tapped against the porcelain cup. "I'm just thinking," she replied calmly.
Yuixen's lips curved slightly. "About Ruolan?"
Qingxue lifted her gaze. "She won't stay silent for long. Ruolan is prideful—her father is even more so. If they're not retaliating immediately, it means they're waiting for the right moment."
Jiang Yuixen took a slow sip of her tea, her elegant demeanor unwavering. "You've always understood people well."
Qingxue didn't respond. There was no need. She wasn't worried about Ruolan herself—Ruolan was predictable. The real threat was what her father, Leng Zhiyuan, had planned.
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Private Training Hall – Leng Estate
Qiuhan stood in the center of the spacious hall, his cold silver-blue eyes locked onto Yuxian. The eldest brother was calm as ever, rolling up his sleeves in preparation.
"Don't hold back," Qiuhan said flatly.
Yuxian smirked. "I never do."
The moment the words left his lips, Qiuhan struck.
The hall echoed with the sound of sharp movements—each strike met with precision. Qiuhan's strength had grown over the years, but Yuxian was still the eldest. With swift counterattacks, he pushed Qiuhan back, forcing him to adjust.
On the sidelines, Zhaoyan leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "He's getting better," he mused.
Haoyu nodded. "He still lacks patience."
Qingxue sat nearby, silently observing. Qiuhan's technique was already exceptional, but he was too aggressive, too eager to win quickly. It was his strength—but also his flaw.
The fight continued until Yuxian suddenly stepped back. "Enough for today."
Qiuhan exhaled sharply, his expression unreadable. He wasn't satisfied—but he didn't argue.
Jiang Yuixen entered the hall just then, her gaze sweeping over them.
"It's time," she said simply.
A quiet understanding passed between them.
Something was coming.
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Leng Secondary Estate
Ruolan stood before her father, Leng Zhiyuan.
"You have one last chance," Zhiyuan said, his voice like ice. "Make it count."
Ruolan clenched her fists. "I won't fail."
Zhiyuan stared at her for a long moment before nodding.
"You had better not."
The storm was brewing.
And this time, no one would come out unscathed.