On the possibility of Gin's younger brother taking his older brother away

Chapter 119 Yanagihara Miya Aya's Determination

This kind of hesitation is fatal to a killer, and rationally he should withdraw in time.

The best way to deal with it, whether for them or yourself, is to not interfere with each other.

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke and extinguished the cigarette.

The young man was still waiting for his answer, but he was pulling his hair to hide his anxiety.

"She arranged it." Gin said, turned around and left: "Let's go."

Qian Yuanqiu immediately stopped what he was doing, quickly followed, and asked, "Does she mean Sister Ling?"

"......Yeah." Gin didn't look away and replied in a very light tone.

This answer was unexpected. Did Gin-ge have contacted Ling-ge privately? ?

Qian Yuanqiu looked back at the dark mansion, and his last guess was confirmed.

Why didn’t Sister Ling tell me?

In the car, Qian Yuanqiu sat in the passenger seat, stealing glances every few minutes, wanting to ask but not daring to.

There was no way. He was not sure about Gin's attitude towards him and Sister Aya. He was worried about whether he could maintain the right distance between them, but instead he made the relationship more distant.

"what you want to say?"

Gin was very sensitive to line of sight, and when the young man looked at him again, he asked directly.

Qian Yuanqiu's sneak peek was caught, and he looked away awkwardly: "Just, I want to ask how you contacted Sister Ling..."

Gin didn't know how many times he had sighed helplessly, and the usual indifference in his pupils also lessened a little.

"Her number was still the same as 17 years ago. I just sent her a message."

"What?" Qian Yuanqiu tilted his head to look at him.

"Ask her about Liu Yuanye's address, that's all."

So that's how it is. Sister Ling couldn't have been unaware that Liu Yuanye had been released from prison early. As the head of the family, it was indeed easy for her to keep track of his movements.

Qian Yuanqiu then asked: "Have you told Sister Ling about your situation?"

"No."

He didn't say anything, just added one word at the beginning of the message.

The other party also tacitly did not ask any further questions and directly sent Liu Yuanye's message.

Qian Yuanqiu was a little surprised. In that case, Sister Ling should not have known who was on the other end before sending the message.

He asked suspiciously: "Sister Ling didn't say anything?"

"...No." Gin replied calmly.

It's just that I sent another message later -

[Can you please not bring Qiu to see Yanagi Yuanye? I don’t really want him to see those things.]

He looked at the young man who was in good condition in the passenger seat and didn't say anything.

After all, he brought the person here.

"Oh." Qian Yuanqiu responded.

It seems that Sister Ling already knows about Brother Gin's situation. She was the one who arranged the things in the mansion, but she kept it from me all these years.

This feeling made him a little happy.

Qian Yuanqiu felt that the communication with Gin was going very smoothly at the moment, and took advantage of this momentum to ask the question he had always wanted to ask:

"Gin, what are your plans for the future? I mean... your work in the organization."

Gin did not answer directly, but asked: "Are you sure you want to stay in the organization?"

He said and glanced at the young man's expression.

Qian Yuanqiu shook his head and said: "It's not about staying in the organization, but staying with you, no matter what your choice is."

Seeing Gin's indifferent eyes, he was afraid of being rejected, so he quickly said: "This is my choice, and Sister Ling also agreed!"

Gin averted his gaze and snorted.

"I'm serious. I won't hold you back anymore."

Chihara Aki's confidence deflated again.

"..."

"I see."

These words, accompanied by an imperceptible sigh, dissipated in the night wind.

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The next morning, Yanagihara Miya Aya received news from her subordinates - Yanagihara Ye was stabbed several times and died from excessive blood loss.

"I understand. Send it directly to the crematorium."

She hung up the phone and stared at the documents on the table in a daze.

Not long after Chihara Aki left Yanagihara's house yesterday, Yanagihara Miya Aya received an unsigned message.

[Aya, where is Yanagihara?]

This sentence without a beginning or an end instantly caught Yanagihara Miya Aya's nerves, and she looked at the word in a daze.

'Aya'

Only that person would call himself that.

She finally let go of her worries. Years of tacit understanding had made her know the identity of the man opposite her, as well as his intentions.

Yanagihara Miya Aya sent Yanagiharaye's information to him and let him deal with it.

But at the end he added a message asking him not to bring Qiu over.

She didn't want Qiu to see that demon again.

When Qiu was 8 years old, it was also the second year after Zhen was believed to be dead.

After going through untold hardships, Yanagihara Miya Aya finally seized power in the family, and also learned that Yanagihara Ye was not being imprisoned as her grandfather had said.

In fact, apart from restricting his travel, he was not lacking in food, clothing, and entertainment. This was what his grandfather considered a punishment.

So even though her power was not stable yet, she still resisted the pressure and sent Liu Yuanye to prison, forbidding anyone to visit him.

This was the best she could do at the time, and it was also the final compromise of the former head of the family.

That night, she went to Xiaoqiu's room to visit him. Looking at his sleeping face, she couldn't help crying softly: "I'm sorry..."

From then on, Yanagihara Miya Aya made up her mind to make Yanagiharano die a miserable death.

When she found out that her grandfather had secretly arranged for his former subordinates to release Liu Yuanye from prison, she intercepted it.

They placed him in a carefully selected villa and sent people to torture him day and night, both mentally and physically, so that he would never have peace.

But this is far from enough, even so it cannot make up for the mistakes he made!

But this is the limit of what she can do.

According to Liu Yuanye's confession, they found the kidnappers. They were lying together with a body from another case, but there was no formation.

So she and Xiaoqiu never gave up the search, turning all their unwillingness into obsession and focusing on one thing.

Finally got a response.

Yanagihara Miya Aya pulled herself away from thoughts of the past and felt more refreshed than ever before.

She finished work early and returned to Liuyuan's ancestral home - she wanted to inform the man who claimed to be her grandfather.

Kenjiro Yanagihara, who is already in his seventies, stayed in the Buddhist temple, chanting scriptures for atonement.

"You came."

Feeling the movement behind him, he did not turn around. The only one who could go directly to the Buddhist temple to find him was the current head of the family.

"Ah."

Liu Yuan Gong Ling stood at the door and did not step into the Buddhist temple: "Liu Yuanye is dead."

"...Really? Was he tortured to death by you?"

Yanagihara Kenjiro paused in spinning his Buddhist beads.

"No, he committed suicide." Yanagihara Miya Aya said calmly, "Because he was a criminal who should not have been released early, there will be no funeral. I'm here to tell you."

After that, she left without waiting for a response.

"Retribution, it's retribution..."

The Buddhist beads in his hand slipped, and Kenjiro Yanagihara lay on the cushion and cried, but no one responded in the empty Buddhist hall.

Only the Buddha statue in front of them looked down at the repentant believers with pity.

Before leaving the ancestral home, Liuyuan Gongling couldn't help but stop to look at a field of cornflowers in the yard.

These were planted by my father so that my mother could see the flowers in her hometown. Even though the owner was not around, the servants in the ancestral home still took good care of them.

She seemed to see her father introducing the origin of the flowers to his two younger brothers, with her mother smiling shyly beside them.

But things and people have changed, which is the most helpless sorrow in the world.

She walked past the cornflowers and said to the servants in the ancestral house, "Please move the flowers here to the current house."

Fortunately, her two younger brothers came back.