No matter how much Ling Xiu made a fuss or how dissatisfied she was, Yang Chen had never intended, from the bottom of his heart, to help the Ling Family. He could not be called a bad person, but he was certainly no bodhisattva either. The decline of the Ling Family, one of the Four Great Families, was a natural course of events. There was no need for him to interfere. Besides, a declining Lineage was still a declining Lineage; Ling Xiu had not yet reached the point of having nowhere left to turn.
Moreover, he truly did not possess the strength to help Ling Xiu. When it came to refusing her, he was exceptionally decisive.
But he had not expected Ling Xiu to actually cry.
The moment she cried, he was left somewhat at a loss.
Yang Chen stood where he was, not knowing what he could possibly say to comfort her. All he could do was say, "Miss Ling, this... could you perhaps stop crying?"
When a woman cried, her destructive power was truly boundless. Even someone with a resolute mind could not simply ignore it. He could only speak to Ling Xiu a little more, trying his best to comfort her and persuade her not to cry.
Ling Xiu wiped away her tears. Her heart was full of sorrow, with no trace of pretense. Hearing Yang Chen speak, she said sadly, "Though Young Master Yang will not help my Ling Family, you do not owe my Ling Family anything in the first place. But this pitiful state of mine is truly unfit for others to see. Young Master Yang should leave. Otherwise, if this little woman cries herself sick with grief, I may wound Young Master Yang's heart as well."
Yang Chen sighed helplessly. He had intended