Veins Entwined with Secrets Chapter 2

Maya got into the car and sat down, closing her legs and pulling them inwards, lifting the hem of her dress to cover her white and smooth knees, and asked, "Why do parents want to divorce? How are they going to divide the assets? Have they discussed it? What do you need me to do? How long will it take?"

She looked haggard and tired, her eyelids were heavy, she spoke with intermittent breathing, and her sentence was not connected to the next one. She was so fragile that she looked like she would collapse at any time, but she still rushed forward with her teeth and claws bared. She looked strong on the outside but was weak on the inside, but she had thought through all the processes and came prepared.

She doesn't care about herself or others, she only cares about the money she is going to get.

When did she learn to be so utilitarian and superficial? Who taught her?

Where did that innocent and gentle little girl go?

Every time I sent her money, she would reply with a "1" to indicate receipt.

There are no extra words. I have never seen the word "thank you". Don't even think about greetings during the holidays.

Who could have imagined that ensuring her safety would depend on monthly remittances?

If I hadn't urged her to come back and share the family property, I would probably never see her again in my life.

Julian laughed to himself, held the car door, leaned over to look at her, "Seat belt."

"How is the company doing now?" she asked.

Every word she asked was about money, and her purpose was clear.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and he didn't answer with a cold face. He leaned over, pulled the seat belt for her, and fastened it, then slammed the car door.

The car shook slightly. He sat in the driver's seat, turned on the ignition, released the handbrake, and stepped on the accelerator. In one go, the car drove out and passed through the lush green roads. He opened the window a little, and the stuffy air quickly changed.

A faint fragrance approaches, the bitterness of pine snow and the sweetness of roses, intertwining and penetrating, then being blown away by the winter wind.

The cold wind clears the mind.

She closed the window and said, "I won't fight with you. I just want the money, not the company."

He straightened his lips and uttered a few words softly, "You can't win the fight, so why bother telling such a joke?"

Julian has a handsome appearance, his features are firmer and sharper than those in his youth, more mature and cold, he seems difficult to approach, and his words are more harsh.

Maya took a deep breath and didn't intend to argue with him at this time. "Don't worry, I will leave as soon as I get the money. I won't stay for a minute longer. I will definitely not be a burden."

It sounds like a joke, used to reduce tension and ease relations.

There won’t be any encumbrance in the world who is in his twenties, let alone in the powerful Yu family.

Julian's face turned pale, and the muscles in his shoulders and arms seemed to be tense. His eyes were always looking forward, as if he didn't hear what she said, but also as if he was brewing words to give her a fatal blow.

I didn't expect there would be a long silence.

The Bentley sedan drove steadily, with the windows closed, sufficient heating, and a light fragrance lingering inside the car.

Her nerves slowly relaxed, and she leaned back in her chair, looking out the window.

The scene flashed by quickly, like a flashback in time. Along the lake was a beautiful tree-lined path. The treetops had lost their leaves and were bare, but at the end of the year they would be decorated with strings of red lanterns. She looked lonely, curled up in a black coat, like a homeless, tired bird.

On New Year’s Eve that year, the brother and sister set off fireworks together by the lake.

The bitterness in Julian's heart spread to his mouth, and his throat rolled a few times, causing him to be in so much pain that he couldn't open his mouth.

He wore a thin gold watch on his wrist, and his hands were white with long knuckles. He placed his hands on the steering wheel, tightened and loosened them several times, and finally said, "Sorry."

He said sorry.

She turned back.

In fact, she is the one who should say sorry.

When I was very young, Maya always called him "brother", with her charming voice lingering in my ears all day long. She followed him like a little tail. Wherever he went, she went too, disrupting his parties with friends, interrupting his first date, and taking up all his private time.

Because the parents are busy with work, the brother has to take care of his sister on behalf of his parents.

The parents specially made a metal whip that was flexible, retractable and elongated, which made a loud and painful sound when hit on the body, and was very intimidating. As long as the younger sister had a headache or was naughty, the whip would fall on the older brother, leaving more serious purple whip marks.

She was not much better off, she had to watch when her brother was punished to remind her not to do it again. Afterwards she was put in solitary confinement again, with food and water, but no light, and no one to talk to her, just like the first few years she went abroad.

She and her brother are the source of each other's pain.

How could her brother like her? He would only hate her and denounce her as a "burden" with disdain.

At that time, she didn't understand what a burden meant.

By the time she finally understood, she had already left home.

Maya suddenly shivered and opened her arms to hug herself.

The climate in the south is damp and cold, and the light snow melts as soon as it hits the ground. The car is not driving fast, which alarms the surrounding migratory birds, which startle them to flap their wings. A large group of them flutter towards the sky, just like her anxious heart.

The car turned left and right around Deer Lake, but it was not the way home.

She asked, "Where to?"

"Deer Lake Hotel."

"Why don't you go home?" Her mood was not as calm as she seemed. After being away for several years, her parents rarely contacted her.

They didn't care about her life and studies, and never attended her graduation ceremony. They tightened their care and love, but left her a way out and tacitly allowed her brother to give her money.

Maya is like an abandoned child, walking alone in the dark wilderness.

After being exiled for so long, she ran back for money. She didn't know how her parents would treat her.

And how should she face her parents?

she does not know.