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Chapter 690: Chapter 682 She’s Not a Fairy Chapter 690: Chapter 682 She’s Not a Fairy He didn’t know if Tang Yuxin would help him.

He thought she probably wouldn’t.

But now he had come to ask, he had spoken, although it was embarrassing, although he felt helpless, and although it was painful.

“Yuxin, consider it begging, will you help me this one time?”

He stretched out a hand, hoping to grasp Tang Yuxin’s hand, but Tang Yuxin stood up with her cup in hand and walked to a chair far away to sit down.

Unwilling to give up, he stood up again and approached her, standing in front of Tang Yuxin and not leaving.

“Yuxin, for the sake of our past.”

Qin Ziye truly regretted it, and his regret was profound.

What on earth had he done?

If it wasn’t for all those things, even if he and Tang Yuxin had parted ways amicably, she wouldn’t be so cold towards him.

Tang Yuxin remained silent, simply holding the tea cup and her gaze falling upon a tree in the distance, her thoughts inscrutable.

“I know you hate me,” Qin Ziye gave a wry laugh, “Actually, I hate myself too.

If possible, I hope you could give me another chance.” He knew that what he was saying was somewhat shameless.

There was no reason for her to forgive him after he had hurt her so, and to get back together with him.

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Some people can be forgiven, while others cannot.

Especially Tang Yuxin, a woman who wouldn’t tolerate a speck of sand in her eyes.

“If you want revenge, I’ll agree to anything,” he said as he stood in front of Tang Yuxin again, making sure that her gaze was entirely on him.

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Tang Yuxin lifted her eyelids slightly, lifting the bone china tea cup with one hand to her lips.

“Why should I take revenge on you?”

She curved her lips slightly, “Mr.

Qin, you’re overthinking it.”

Qin Ziye’s expression changed suddenly, and he felt quite embarrassed.

Sometimes the real blow isn’t the words, “I hate you, so I won’t help you.” Hatred implies there was love and care, but such indifference, such estrangement, such coldness…

This level of indifference means that nothing matters anymore.

She didn’t hate him, she didn’t love him, and for the rest of her life, she might even forget his face, his name.

Had he not appeared before her, she might have even forgotten who he was altogether.

Between them, who was more unfeeling?

Qin Ziye was unfeeling in his actions, while Tang Yuxin was unfeeling in the outcome.

Now, Qin Ziye still thought of her, missed her; sometimes in his midnight dreams, he would see her.

These memories didn’t fade with time’s passage.

The scar on his heart only grew more painful, unbearable with time.

But what about her?

It seemed his departure was merely a season passing from winter to spring.

The desolation of withered leaves in winter disappeared with the spring’s return, when new trees grew and the pain vanished.

So, he was not doing well.

While she was doing very well.

The hardest thing isn’t that I remember, but that you have forgotten.

Qin Ziye pulled at his lips with difficulty, “Is there really no possibility for us?”

To Tang Yuxin, it was as if she heard some great joke.

She was just like that; she didn’t believe that someone who had betrayed her once could remain faithful forever after.

Some people’s hearts are just like that.

Just like Qin Ziyi, he held on to the past too much.

Perhaps he has broken up with that woman now, but during these past years, Tang Yuxin didn’t believe that Qin Ziyi hadn’t seen her at all.

Some people think they can remain friends after a breakup, but Tang Yuxin’s nature is decisive; she has always believed it’s impossible to be friends after parting ways.

Of course, with such a breakup, having been betrayed, beaten, and deceived, if she were to say “I forgive you”, would that make her a fool?

“Yuxin, I want to ask you to save my grandfather,” Qin Ziyi used the word “ask”, and he hadn’t just used it once.

Perhaps from his childhood to adulthood, this was the only word he had really used this way, “ask” — yes, he was asking Tang Yuxin.

Tang Yuxin gently set down the bone china tea cup in her hand, and a light gathered in her clear eyes, finally resting on Qin Ziyi’s face, which had thinned and aged considerably.

An old word from a young man shows just how much he truly aged.

Physically, and even more so in spirit, perhaps.

“I am not a fairy,” she slightly tugged the corner of her lips, “I cannot control life, aging, sickness, and death.”

Qin Ziyi shook his head.

He didn’t believe it.

“You don’t really think I saved Old Mr.

Wang’s life, do you?”

Tang Yuxin felt that Qin Ziyi was giving her too much credit, as if she could cure anything, not only bringing the dead back to life but also regenerating flesh from bones.

“Could it be it wasn’t you?”

Indeed, he didn’t believe it.

“It wasn’t,” Tang Yuxin didn’t elaborate that Old Mr.

Wang wasn’t ill at the time, but simply old.

His later improvement was due to recuperation, and afterwards, it was his own self-care.

Luck played a role, as did his broad-minded nature.

As for the old man of the Qin Family, with his temperament, it was unlikely he could be calm and peaceful.

He had probably been fighting with others all his life and now wanted to challenge fate.

Whether he could win was another matter.

“I was never by his side.

It was him who made himself better.”

“Yuxin, no matter what, I want to ask you to take a look at my grandfather.”

Qin Ziyi still wasn’t giving up.

No matter what Tang Yuxin said, he just didn’t believe her.

“Your grandfather seeing me would be like seeing a rat’s droppings.”

Tang Yuxin admittedly felt disgusted describing herself that way, but in the eyes of Grandpa Qin, that was exactly what she was.

What disgusted the old man the most was the thought of her desiring his grandson, wasn’t it?

“Yuxin, don’t worry, my grandfather won’t think that way.

It was all a misunderstanding in the past.”

Qin Ziyi hastily spoke on behalf of his grandfather, believing that this time his grandfather would change his mind about her, as long as Tang Yuxin could heal him.

But why did Tang Yuxin care if someone changed their opinion of her?

Did she need it?

Those who liked her did so, and those who didn’t, let them detest her.

She wasn’t lacking the affection of the Qin Family members, and what could their liking do, anyway?

Could a flower bloom on the edge of a knife because the Qin Family suddenly found favor with her?

Just when Qin Ziyi was about to say something more, a doorbell rang outside.

Gu Ning pushed the door open and walked in, carrying a thermos food container in his hand.

“What’s going on, do we have a guest?”

Gu Ning walked in and noticed the presence of Qin Ziyi.

He raised an eyebrow—a sign of recognition and surprise at the unexpected visitor.

“You might consider him an uninvited guest.”

Her clear intention to send the guest away made Qin Ziyi’s face even more awkward and unpleasant to look at.

But what was that compared to the hurt that Tang Yuxin had endured?

In the past, when he needed her, it had been nothing but hits, verbal abuse, and humiliation.

But now that he needed help, he was playing the role of a doting grandson?