Chapter 222 - Chapter 222: Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two: Making a Choice (1/2)
Chapter 222: Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two: Making a Choice
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Sikong Ling wasn’t surprised; if Han Yu lacked even this much ability and still held onto Lady Yue, Sikong would have long since flicked a finger and eliminated him. It shouldn’t have come to this. However, Han Yu still didn’t handle things well enough, allowing Mrs. Yao Qin to find a loophole. Thankfully, thus far on their journey, he hadn’t noticed anything amiss with Lady Yue.
After Han Yu spoke those words, he remained silent, waiting for Sikong Ling to say something. Sikong Ling, meanwhile, was appraising Han Yu, waiting for him to lose patience and ask a question first. The two men, different in origin but equally outstanding, locked gazes in a standoff, neither willing to concede and lose face.
Han Yu’s face didn’t show it, but he was growing impatient and anxious inside. He had no clue how his wife was faring and had no time to waste on Sikong Ling’s nonsense. Seeing Sikong standing there so calmly, it was clear he was ready to drag this out.
Han Yu would not relinquish control to another: “Since Young Master Sikong has nothing to say, I’m in a hurry to see my wife. Please excuse me!”
“Wait.” Sikong Ling saw Han Yu’s brazen attitude, as if he didn’t take Sikong seriously and was about to leave just like that, darkening his expression. Yet, he had no choice but to change his original strategy and speak to retain him.
“Lord Han really has quite the temper, but you’ve lost your patience so soon. If you were so worried about Lady Yue and the child, what were you doing earlier? Allowing Lady Yue to travel to her mother’s family with a big stomach, and only now you come here worried—isn’t it a bit late?!”
Hearing Sikong Ling actually refer to his wife as Lady Yue, Han Yu’s face grew dark, especially with the questioning tone of Sikong Ling. It was as if he didn’t know on what basis Sikong Ling made such remarks, a “Lady Yue” here and there, right in front of him—what did Sikong take him for? And the previous incident at Lingyin Temple, every single thing made Han Yu find Sikong Ling very unpleasant.
“Young Master Sikong, this is my family affair. Whether right or wrong, it’s not for Young Master Sikong to comment on. And perhaps Young Master Sikong should change his address; otherwise, it might seem like you covet a married woman, which could harm your reputation.”
“My reputation needs no concern from Lord Han. If you truly can’t take good care of Lady Yue, I wouldn’t mind…”
“Uncle, Uncle! You’re here, that’s wonderful. The Servant was just about to look for you.” The Servant was sent out by Master Su and was about to head toward Xinluo Town when he spotted Han Yu talking with someone not far from the gate and hurried over. With the situation being urgent, he couldn’t care less about whether he was intruding.
Sikong Ling hadn’t finished speaking when he was interrupted by the servant sent out by the Su Family. Nevertheless, Han Yu’s expression remained dark. Sikong Ling’s insinuations, though unfinished, were clear enough: daring to covet his wife out in the open, Sikong truly didn’t take him seriously.
Being looked down upon in such a way was an unpleasant feeling, but Han Yu also understood that, with the current power of the Sikong Family, he had no ability to oppose them. Yet, this didn’t mean he would submit to Sikong Ling.
“Uncle, the Old master sent me to find you; he wants you to hurry over. Miss began having stomach pains not long ago, and Doctor Lin has been called. The circumstance isn’t looking good; she’s going to give birth prematurely.” The Servant now completely disregarded Sikong Ling and relayed the Old master’s message to Han Yu.
“What? Lady Yue is going into premature labor!” Han Yu exclaimed, worried about this very situation, which was why he had kept his eldest brother-in-law’s issues from his wife, not expecting that despite all precautions Mrs. Yao Qin would intervene. If he had known, he might have chosen to tell his wife cautiously rather than face today’s events. Now it was too late for regrets.