“Yinyin, what about you?” Xia Qingtian knew that Yu Changhong and his wife likely still wanted to help Yu Linwan, so she turned her gaze to Yu Yinyin.
“Me? I’ll continue to be Yu Yinyin,” Yu Yinyin said with a smile. “If someone is acting as Yu Zixuan for me, I can continue to chase my dreams, keep singing, keep performing, and I can also continue to be my parents’ daughter.”
As she said this, Yu Yinyin leaned her head on Mrs. Yu’s shoulder. This affectionate gesture brought a smile back to Mrs. Yu’s worried face as she tenderly and dotingly embraced her daughter.
“Hmph.” Yu Changhong let out a soft snort, but this time he didn’t say anything to stop Yu Yinyin from singing.
It was good enough that their daughter was alive. If she loved to sing and dance, then so be it.
Children grew up and eventually couldn’t be kept.
Anyway, they could watch their daughter sing and dance online. Knowing she was doing well and could visit them on holidays was enough.
“It’s good that you’ve made up your mind.” Xia Qingtian was genuinely happy for Yu Yinyin.
It hadn’t been easy for Yu Yinyin to come this far, step by step.
“Qingtian, you won’t be angry with me for hiding the fact that I’ve recovered my memories, will you?” Yu Yinyin looked at Xia Qingtian, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, Xia Qingtian had been truly good to her.
“No, I won’t.” Xia Qingtian shook her head and smiled, “Am I that petty?”
“Heh heh…” Yu Yinyin also chuckled.
By her parents’ side, Yu Yinyin seemed much more cheerful.
As they were chatting and laughing, the front desk called to inform them of a visitor.
“A visitor? Who?” Yu Changhong disliked being disturbed. He rarely participated in social events when he was abroad, and the only person who frequently visited his home was the adopted son of a friend.
“They said they are from the Yu family in Kyoto,” the front desk politely informed them.
“They? The Yu family?” Yu Changhong frowned. If they had just said someone surnamed Yu, he might have suspected it was Yu Linwan.
But hearing the front desk say “they,” it wasn’t hard to guess.
“Tch.” Xia Qingtian couldn’t help but scoff at the sound.
The Yu family was truly something else. After the wedding incident, they all immediately scurried away like ostriches, not even looking after the biological parents of “Yu Zixuan.”
Now that they knew Yu Changhong’s identity, they had come quickly enough.
“I won’t see them,” Yu Changhong said irritably.
After the front desk relayed the message, they hesitated and said, “They said they won’t leave until they see you…”
“Then let them wait.” Yu Changhong hung up the phone directly, his brow furrowed.
Seeing Yu Changhong hang up, Mrs. Yu hesitantly said, “Perhaps… we should go and see them?”
“What’s so good about that family?” Yu Changhong said irritably.
If the Yu family hadn’t been so disappointing, he wouldn’t have agreed to Yu Yinyin’s clever idea of having the fake Yu Zixuan replace her, while she herself didn’t want to interact with the Yu family and just wanted to be Yu Yinyin singing for everyone.
“After all, they raised Yu Linwan. If we go and get to know them, we can make plans,” Mrs. Yu took a deep breath and said with a bitter smile. “Perhaps, after this, I can finally make up my mind.”
Seeing his beloved wife say this, Yu Changhong didn’t say anything more, but the expression on his face grew even more solemn.
Yu Changhong and his wife then set off to meet the Yu family at their residence, while Yu Yinyin returned to the Yue family with Xia Qingtian.
Xia Qingtian had originally planned to introduce Yu Yinyin to Yu Zixuan and explain everything clearly.
Who knew that when they arrived at the Yue family, they found out that Yu Zixuan and Yue Chengfeng had both been invited to the Yu family, supposedly to accompany distinguished guests.
Xia Qingtian didn’t need to be told that the so-called “distinguished” guest was the Yu family. She could only exchange a glance with Yu Yinyin, revealing a helpless, faint smile.
It seemed they could only wait for Yu Zixuan to return before saying anything.
Unexpectedly, before anyone returned, a call came in the middle of the night.
The Yu family mansion had caught fire, and a large portion of the old, long-standing residence was engulfed in flames.
Xia Qingtian’s heart sank, and that night she took the greatly worried Yu Yinyin with her to the Yu family.
On the way, Xia Qingtian’s heart was in a constant state of panic.
“Drawing a sword against loved ones, a difficult choice locks the hero, faking death to escape disaster, grudges dissipate in the fire.”
She knew that Yu Zixuan was destined to experience a great fire, but she never expected it to be today!
She thought it would be in the future, especially since the faking death hadn’t happened yet. How could it be…
Yu Yinyin was also extremely uneasy. She had experienced a fire herself and knew how terrifying it was. She was now very worried that her parents might also encounter such a terrifying event.
When they arrived at the fire scene, they saw that the fire had already been extinguished. Several fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars were parked there.
“Dad…” Yu Yinyin saw Yu Changhong and Mrs. Yu from a distance and was about to run over when Xia Qingtian stopped her in time, shaking her head.
If she revealed herself at this moment, all their previous efforts would be in vain.
Yu Yinyin looked at Xia Qingtian and nodded, realizing her impulsiveness. She then walked quickly with Xia Qingtian by her side.
“Mr. Yu, Mrs. Yu, are you two alright?” Xia Qingtian asked on behalf of Yu Yinyin.
“We’re fine,” Yu Changhong shook his head.
“It’s all thanks to Linwan.” Mrs. Yu’s gaze was unusually gentle when mentioning Yu Linwan, “That child rushed in to save us. Her arm is burned, and it’s truly heartbreaking to see.”
She had thought Yu Linwan was beyond saving, but seeing her rush in without regard for her own safety, Mrs. Yu’s heart softened.
After all, she was a child born from her own flesh and blood. The bond of kinship was there, and Yu Linwan still loved them.
Yu Changhong seemed to think the same way.
Hearing this, Xia Qingtian narrowed her eyes slightly.
Yu Linwan would rush into a burning building and desperately save someone?
Why was she so incredulous?
As if to confirm her suspicion, a police officer soon said, “It can basically be determined that this was arson.”
Upon hearing this conclusion, Xia Qingtian and Yu Yinyin immediately exchanged glances.
It seemed they were thinking along the same lines.
At this time, the Yu family members were also huddled together in a disheveled state, discussing the day’s events: “Everything else is fine, but the matriarch was already unconscious, and now with the fire… alas…”
“Don’t talk nonsense. Everyone has been sent to the hospital, and they’ll be fine,” someone quickly replied. “Yu Linwan has also gone to the hospital, right?”
“Yes, everyone was sent. Yu Linwan and the matriarch are the most serious cases.”
Hearing these discussions, Xia Qingtian’s gaze shifted, and then she spoke, “Mr. Yu, Mrs. Yu, I suspect it will be difficult for you to sleep if you rest now. Why don’t we all go to the hospital to see Yu Linwan? That way, you can be a little more at ease. You can ride in my car, and after confirming Yu Linwan is alright, I can take you back to the hotel or to the Yue family, whichever is convenient.”
“Good child, you’re troubling yourself again,” Mrs. Yu looked at Xia Qingtian with gratitude in her eyes.
Xia Qingtian curved her lips into a faint smile, saying nothing.