<h4>Chapter 875: She Was A Guest</h4>


    He Xiyan froze and the hand that held her teacup shook. She almost spilled her tea onto the carpet.


    She bit her lip and she was finally unable to hold her smile. The atmosphere became extremely awkward.


    “Aunty, I...” He Xiyan didn’t know where to begin.


    Yang Yun patted He Xiyan’s shoulder and said with a smile, “It is alright. We have several rooms in the house, so please feel free to pick one.


    He Xiyan didn’t know how to respond to that.


    She sat awkwardly and she looked extremely ill at ease. The corners of her lips turned upward but she could not bring herself to smile.


    After a while, she finally nodded and thanked Yang Yun awkwardly.


    She grew even more aware of the fact that she was merely a guest in this house. Aunty Qin treated her like a guest and served her snacks and tea and Jiahang’s mother was giving her the same treatment.


    He Xiyan sat on the sofa with her head bowed after Yang Yun left the room. She bit so hard on her lips that it was as though she was trying to draw blood.


    She thought that she shouldn’t havee here since this only ced her in such an awkward position.


    Chen Jiahang noticed the conflicted look on her face and quickly went over to sit beside her. Then, he took her hands in hers and asked, “What’s wrong, Yan Yan?”


    He Xiyan pursed her lips and smiled. Her smile wasn’t sweet but seemed a little wry.


    She shook her head and said, “I’m fine!”


    “What did my mother tell you earlier?” Chen Jiahang asked worriedly. He had seen his mother emerge from the living room earlier.


    He Xiyan turned away and looked out of the tightly shut window where she could see the ground covered in a nket of snow.


    It was so cold that her shoulders shook but it wasn’t because she physically felt cold.


    “Jiahang...” He Xiyan said as she turned back to look at Chen Jiahang, this man who had lived with her for the past three years. Jiahang still looked exactly the same but he was no longer the Chen Jiahang she knew, neither was he the innocent and adorable Chen Jiahang with a silly smile on his face.


    He Xiyan felt like something was slowly slipping away from her.


    “Jiahang, I want to return home tomorrow. There are still many things I still need to attend to at the shop,” He Xiyan said softly. There was a faint smile on her face, a wry smile.


    Chen Jiahang arched a brow and looked at her in confusion. He quickly wrapped his arms around her shoulders.


    “What’s wrong, Yan Yan? Why are you so eager to return to Ming City? Did my mother say something to you earlier?” he asked.


    He pulled her into his embrace and rested her face against his chest. He could tell that she seemed unhappy.


    He Xiyan pushed him away and put some distance between them before she shook her head and said, “It’s nothing. Your mother had juste in to give me a cup of tea.”


    Chen Jiahang froze and looked at his hands that hung mid-air and suddenly felt his heart clench.


    “Yan Yan, wait a minute. I’ll be right back,” he said.


    Then, he turned and walked out of the living room to enter his parents’ room.


    He instinctively sensed that his mother must have said something to He Xiyan.


    He Xiyan walked to windows and ced her hands on the windowsill as she looked out at this foreign city. She couldn’t see what this city looked like because the snowst night had nketed the city, so everything seemed to be covered in white.


    She also felt extremely empty at the moment because she could not tell what the future had in store for her.