Ye Wan sometimes felt that Gu Yunting was so similar to the man who had taken her first time that night, so much so that she would even be in a daze, thinking that the man on her eighteenth birthday was him.
"Get out!" Gu Yunting pulled away, his voice filled with anger.
Ye Wan's tears had long since dried up. She quickly got up, picked up the man's shirt lying nearby, put it on, and ran out of his bedroom without looking back.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she bumped into Yang Qian. Yang Qian looked at her appearance, her eyes filled with jealous rage, "You are indeed as cheap as your mother! Your mother, that old slut, seduced the master and killed the young lady! You, you little slut, are seducing the young master! Don't think you can turn things around by shamelessly climbing into the young master's bed. You are still the cheapest existence in the Gu mansion!"
Ye Wan raised her hand and slapped Yang Qian hard across the face, her voice devoid of any warmth, "You are not qualified to insult my mother! My mother's apology is owed to Gu Yunting, not to any stray cat or dog! If I can seduce the young master, it means I have the qualifications. Your ugly face would make him lose his appetite!"
"You slut, how dare you hit me! I'll fight you." Yang Qian's sore spot was poked, and she was completely enraged. She was indeed plain-looking, and hated it most when people said that about her.
She had always bullied Ye Wan, relying on being the housekeeper's niece. Now, being hit by someone she had always bullied, Yang Qian raised her hand to hit back. Ye Wan dodged slightly, but after just being tossed around by Gu Yunting, she had no strength. She was pushed by Yang Qian, her legs went weak, and she tumbled down the stairs.
Yang Qian was also startled. She nervously looked at Ye Wan, who was lying motionless on the ground, and said, "Ye Wan, don't pretend to be dead. You hit me first!"
Ye Wan had indeed fallen hard. She felt pain all over her body, but couldn't pinpoint where it hurt. Perhaps this was the feeling of being beyond pain from too many afflictions. She struggled to get up from the ground. Blood flowed from her forehead, and through the blur, she saw a man at the top of the stairs.
Gu Yunting looked at the woman lying on the ground with a cold expression and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
"Young master, she hit me first. Look at my face. And she fell down by herself, it has nothing to do with me." Yang Qian quickly defended herself.
Gu Yunting's handsome brows furrowed. He looked at the girl lying on the ground. Ye Wan raised her hand and wiped the blood from her forehead, struggling to get up. She said faintly, "I'm fine, it won't delay my atonement."
After speaking, Ye Wan walked unsteadily towards the exit. Sun Ma ran over, looking at her anxiously. It was raining heavily outside, and now Ye Wan was injured. If she knelt all night again, her life might truly be in danger.
Gu Yunting's gaze was fixed on the slender figure swaying precariously. She walked out the door, ignoring the wound on her head, and stepped into the rain, kneeling in the courtyard facing the direction where the mother and daughter had fallen years ago.
Ye Wan was not being forced; this was her voluntary atonement. Every time she thought of the cute little infant who died tragically because of her mother before she could even grow up, her heart ached. Only this could bring her some solace.
Yang Qian had always wanted to seduce Gu Yunting and climb into his bed. She felt this was a good opportunity, so she walked over and reached out to grab the man's hand.
"Young master... ah!" Yang Qian was kicked down the stairs by Gu Yunting. She rolled down like a ball, her head hitting the ground heavily and bleeding profusely, causing her to lose consciousness immediately.