The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 738 - Chapter 738 Chapter 737 Sikong Jians Candid Game

Chapter 738: Chapter 737 Sikong Jian’s Candid Game Chapter 738: Chapter 737 Sikong Jian’s Candid Game Sikong Jian: “Could this damn thing be a confessional set up for me?”

Ya Ling flicked her wavy long hair, and wouldn’t admit it even if she were beaten to death.

Sikong Jian didn’t struggle either; there really wasn’t much to hide anyway.

“When it comes down to it, I guess I should be considered a bastard. My mom was a pretty tragic person, who waited for my dad her whole life, but never got his wedding. That man, he married a daughter from a powerful family that could save him twenty years of struggle. There’s nothing more to say about that, my mom accepted it. Everyone was at peace with it, and my mom never disturbed their lives. That is, until that kidnapping incident.”

Sikong Jian paused for a moment here.

All four sets of eyes fell on him, as they heard Sikong Jian seriously tell his own story for the first time.

They only knew that Sikong Jian came from a family with very strict upbringing, with a father who was very harsh with him.

Lu Mian knew a little more, but not the whole story.

Sikong Jian gave a faint smile, somewhat pale.

His fingers toyed with the glass of juice that was only enough for two, then he began to speak again, “The kidnappers found my dad and demanded a ransom. With his status, that amount of money was nothing to mention. He told me that he could only save one person and that I had to make the decision. I don’t actually blame him, I was willing to trade my own life for my mom’s. I took it upon myself to tell him to save my mom, so I am different from you guys.”

Sui Yuan looked at him, asking anxiously, “So what happened afterward? Weren’t you and your mom supposed to be reunited?”

Sikong Jian’s gaze turned very cold, and the hatred was tangible.

“My mom died.”

“How could that happen?”

Sikong Jian smirked, “I always knew that my existence was a stain, even a bomb, to my dad. It’s fine that he doesn’t acknowledge me, and I don’t want to recognize him either. I was willing to be kidnapped just to exchange for a decent arrangement for my mom, my demands weren’t high… But he didn’t do it, even when my mom was sick, he wasn’t willing to arrange even a hospital bed for her. I only found out after coming back, that my mom died in great pain.”

The four of them seemed to understand why he was so insistent on returning to that family.

His situation was indeed different from theirs.

Sikong Jian laughed ironically, “You know? I recognized my dad’s current wife as my godmother, and I parade in front of him every day, calling him godfather. His wife doesn’t know my real identity and is actually quite nice to me. I quite like the look on his face when he can’t stand me but can’t do anything about it.”

Sikong Jian didn’t have any animosity towards the wife his father married; the worst of them, in fact, was his father.

Sikong Jian tilted his head back and took a sip of the juice, setting the glass down heavily on the table, then passed it to Lu Mian.

As he swallowed that gulp of juice, the layer of gloom at the back of his eyes seemed to dissipate quite a bit.

Ya Ling thought silently, it was good to help Sikong just a little to disperse the resentment deep in his heart.

He had placed too much burden on himself.

And this love with no resolution.

Lu Mian shifted her gaze away from Sikong Jian, looking down at the glass with only a sip of juice left, it was her turn.

The five of them each had their own sufferings.

But at that moment, Lu Mian wasn’t planning on saying anything more, when she suddenly spoke with an inexplicable tone, “I seem to be not the biological child of my parents…”

“…”

True to form, Lu Mian always made statements with the impact of a bomb, as all four turned to look at her, immediately sensing the whiff of sensational gossip.

“I don’t know what’s going on, I’ll have to check it out carefully.”

“Wait, aren’t you and your sister twins? There’s also a mix-up with twins?”

This was what puzzled Lu Mian, “I’ve checked, and there was no mix-up.”

That made it even stranger, almost beyond belief.

Lu Mian knew that this wouldn’t be easy to clear up, nor easy to understand; she hasn’t figured out what’s going on herself, and said no more.

Ya Ling couldn’t help but express her thoughts with a sigh, “No wonder you don’t look much like Lu Xinnuan. At first, we all thought you were fraternal twins.”

“Who says we aren’t? Everyone thought so.”

Ya Ling chuckled, “But this just proves that you’re not one of them; there’s a Mariana Trench’s worth of difference between you two.”

Lu Mian didn’t want to talk about this anymore, she tilted her head back and finished off the juice in her glass. Looking at the bottom of her cup, she said somewhat discontentedly, “I really don’t get you guys, why do you insist on drinking fruit juice…”

All four of them shuddered in unison–fruit juice was a must!

Are they masochists?

Yuren refilled everyone’s glasses with juice, and the five of them clinked glasses together. As long as there was no alcohol, they were loving and supportive companions!

—-

Inside a residence at Jinjing No.1.

A certain man was pacing back and forth in the living room, anxiously. From time to time, he glanced at the man sitting steadily on the couch, urging him with urgency.

“Qimo, how can you sit there so calmly?”

The one speaking was Ye Jinwen, who followed Ya Ling’s lead and flew in from Jinjing.

The scholarly-looking man sat quietly on the sofa, hands crossed over his chest, casually flipping through his phone, seemingly composed, “What’s there to panic about?”

He might not be panicking, but Ye Jinwen surely was.

“Qimo, think about the relationship those five have. When they’re together, how can they not talk about the kidnapping case? My Ya Ling will inevitably recall those unhappy memories. What if she turns around and says she’ll never forgive you? Then I’m doomed to a dog’s life!”

Xiao Qimo gave him a glance and ignored him.

But even Xiao Qimo had been staring at the same page on his phone for over half an hour now. The news was getting harder and harder to read, not at all appealing.

Seeing that Xiao Qimo still wasn’t taking action, Ye Jinwen glanced at the wall clock.

“It’s already nine in the evening. Don’t forget there are two men there. Although I haven’t met the Sikong Jian you mentioned, I know Yuren! Are you really so at ease letting Little Mianmian go to that party?”

At ease my foot!

Xiao Qimo pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

What could he do about not feeling at ease? Could he hold onto Lu Mian’s leg and prevent her from leaving?

Xiao Qimo didn’t know how many times he’d checked the time. The later it got, the more anxious he felt.

While he may appear calm on the surface, inside…

“Do you have any good ideas then?”

Seeing Xiao Qimo wavering, Ye Jinwen sat down beside him, “Qimo, although I don’t have any good ideas, we can think of something together.”

“Like what?”

Ye Jinwen’s bad idea came rushing in, “How about we call and say Lu Mian’s house is flooding!”

Xiao Qimo didn’t entertain the idea, as expected it’s a bad one, it sounded like a ruse.

“Or maybe I could say my stomach hurts and ask Ya Ling to come back and check on me?”

Xiao Qimo brutally exposed his ruse, “You’ve already used that ruse before, and it wasn’t very effective.”

If executed well, that ruse could be a comedy; if not, it could turn out to be a tragedy.

“…” That stung.