Chapter 277: That’s All There Is To It

Translator: Tim Editor: Fish Creek

Lan Yu heard Ning Qingxue’s words and turned, saying apologetically to Ye Mo, “You can chat with Qingxue for a while, but don’t force her to do anything she doesn’t want. I don’t want my daughter coerced. I’ll go out first.”

Lan Yu then left the office. She didn’t want Ye Mo to contact Ning Qingxue, but she felt uncomfortable not giving Ning Qingxue this chance.

“Qingxue, the memory you’ve lost is from this past year, the time you spent with me. I want to help you recover it,” Ye Mo said softly.

Ning Qingxue’s face showed slight anger. She didn’t understand why her mother would leave her alone with Ye Mo. Memories with this human trash? Keep dreaming.

“Ye Mo, I know you were kicked out of the Ye family and you feel bad, but let me tell you, my father also separated from the Ning family in Beijing. We have no connection whatsoever. What era is this? Stop clinging to our grandfathers’ worlds. It’s pointless,” Ning Qingxue said disgustedly.

Seeing Ye Mo’s bad expression, Ning Qingxue sneered. “Young Master Ye, memories with you? Is that even possible? Even if I did have memories, I wouldn’t want to recover them. I want nothing to do with you, okay?”

Ye Mo’s face paled, but he didn’t blame Ning Qingxue. He knew she had detested him intensely the previous year.

“Qingxue, believe me, let me treat you. If you recover your memories, you’ll understand,” Ye Mo said, taking a few steps forward.

Ning Qingxue immediately stepped back. “Don’t come near me. I’ll call the police. And I don’t need your treatment, and I don’t trust you. I know what kind of person you are. I don’t need my memories to understand you.”

“Qingxue, you made me love you. You said you’d wait for me. Why is this happening?”

Ye Mo’s face grew paler. He’d never experienced love, never felt the pain of losing someone he loved.

Ning Qingxue looked coldly at Ye Mo. After he finished, she said, “Ye Mo, don’t be sentimental. You’ve said your piece. Now go. I know about that year we were together, and that you liked me. Is that alright? Oh, and I fell in love with you that year, too. Okay? Now please leave.”

“So this is what loss feels like,” Ye Mo murmured, his body unsteady.

He was heartbroken. Luo Ying left him due to a misunderstanding, but Ning Qingxue wouldn’t even listen to him or let him touch her. He didn’t want to force her. Even with treatment, he might not recover her memories.

A burning sensation made it hard to breathe. Why? Why?

After a while, Ye Mo produced a face-preserving pill and golden needles. “I brought this face-preserving pill for you, to help you recover your memories.”

Ning Qingxue’s face was frosty. “Treatment is unnecessary. Face-preserving pill? Fine, I’ll eat it.”

Ning Qingxue took and ate the pill. “Ye Mo, I’ve eaten it. Go. I beg you, stop with these tricks.”

Ye Mo felt increasingly depressed. He picked up the golden needles, wanting to speak, but Ning Qingxue said, “Get lost.”

Ye Mo, unable to contain his despair and pain, spat blood onto the desk.

Spitting out the blood brought relief. His mental state improved. Since she wasn’t his, why force it? He felt a sense of clarity, a desire to howl. The recent hunting, Luo Ying and Beiwei, and now Ning Qingxue, had weighed heavily on his heart. The bloodletting brought relief, and he felt he could reach Chi Gathering Stage 4 with spirit grass.

Ye Mo sighed. The Buddha says, “Everything is due to fate, from beginning to end.” Perhaps he could keep this love in his heart as a memory, no need to dwell on it.

This was positivity. Ye Mo’s mental state calmed, and he packed away the needles, regaining his composure.

Ning Qingxue saw the bloodstain and felt a strange pain in her heart. She concluded Ye Mo was immature. She’d never had a relationship with him and would never marry such a man.

Lan Yu pushed open the door and rushed in.

Seeing the blood, she said aggressively to Ye Mo, “Ye Mo, can we drop this? Leave, never come back to our family.”

She thought Ye Mo had made her daughter spit blood.

“Am I standing on your property?” Ye Mo was calm, his tone bland. He didn’t blame Lan Yu or Ning Qingxue. They had their lives; he had his.

“Yes, you are. Leave immediately. Even the patch outside the door is ours. Our family doesn’t welcome you,” Lan Yu, worried about her daughter, was no longer polite. She sounded childish.

Ye Mo smiled calmly. “Oh, does the sky outside belong to your family, too?”

Ye Mo said no more. Before Lan Yu replied, he stepped outside the window and disappeared.

Lan Yu and Ning Qingxue were stunned. Ye Mo couldn’t handle the trauma and jumped off the building! Though Ning Qingxue looked down on him, she worried. This was the eighth floor. She rushed to the window, but there was no sign of him.

“Mum, don’t call yet,” Ning Qingxue stopped Lan Yu from calling the police.

“What’s wrong, Qingxue?” Lan Yu calmed down.

Ning Qingxue breathed easily, looking down. “He’s quite capable. There’s no trace of him below. He probably climbed down the pipes.”

“Qingxue, did you spit up blood?” Lan Yu finally reacted.

Ning Qingxue shook her head. “No, it’s Ye Mo. He probably had some trauma. He’s pitiful, abandoned by the Ye family but still resourceful.”

“Huh…” Lan Yu stared at the bloodstain. She knew all too well. She felt she’d done wrong.

After a long time, Lan Yu sighed. Let the past be. Qingxue had her life, and Ye Mo had his. Qingxue didn’t remember their time together, hence her pity. But Lan Yu knew of Ye Mo’s power in Beijing.

“Mum, my heart aches. I want to rest for a few days,” Ning Qingxue felt a pulsing pain. What was happening?

A sliver of worry crossed Lan Yu’s eyes. “Okay, let Mumei rest with you. Don’t worry about the company. Your father and I are here.”

…

After leaving Yu State, Ye Mo’s mood was down, but his mental state had broken through. He’d dropped the sadness. Cultivation and longevity were his path.

He would go to the Song family, then strive for Stage Four. After that, revenge against Earth Fiend and establishing his own power.

He needed strength to protect himself and those around him. Cultivation required money. Money made pills, made more money, but required power for protection.

Before Beijing, Ye Mo stopped by Ning Hai to check the silver heart grass. It seemed to have gained life force. Xu Wei hadn’t finished work, so he didn’t wait. He would give her a face-preserving pill next time.

Ye Mo didn’t see Yun Bing. He’d planned to ask about Shi Xiu at the university, but he’d graduated. Going there might mean seeing Yun Bing. Since Ning Qingxue, Ye Mo had been reluctant to be alone with women.