Chapter 2009: Loyal Guard Dog (17)
Chapter 2009: Chapter 2009: Loyal Guard Dog (17)
Chuzheng brought Ying Xiang back to the mansion and ran into Zhen Rou at the entrance.Usually, Zhen Rou wore heavy makeup and dressed exquisitely.
But at this moment, Zhen Rou looked unwell, appearing feeble as if frost had hit her.
However...
This was clearly an intentional look!
Who manages to look so perfectly frail, not embarrassed, just enough to inspire pity?
Zhen Rou spotted Chuzheng, a flash of resentment crossed her beautiful eyes, but she learned her lesson and bowed respectfully.
Her demeanor was unusually humble, unlike her previous arrogant displays.
"Greetings, Prince’s Consort."
Chuzheng walked past her with indifference, treating her as insignificant as the roadside wildflowers.
Zhen Rou clenched her handkerchief, her resentful gaze followed Chuzheng’s retreating figure.
That night, Changsun Hang approached with some people.
"Third Prince, why are you here?"
I didn’t mess with your beauty today!
"Prince’s Consort, you are my wife, why shouldn’t I come here?" Changsun Hang scoffed coldly.
"..."
Changsun Hang clearly intended to stay over, but Chuzheng wouldn’t allow it and promptly pushed him out.
"Yann Chuzheng!"
Changsun Hang, humiliated and furious, gritted his teeth as he called her name.
"Third Prince, you are not welcome here."
Previously, Changsun Hang was kept outside the courtyard; it was the same now. If she wanted to play hard to get, she had to be moderate.
"Yann Chuzheng, isn’t this what you wanted all along? Stop pretending! Get out of my way!"
The tone suggested that his presence was a favor, making her feel indebted.
"Third Prince, delusions are a disease, treat them quickly." You think you deserve to enter my room, share my bed?!
Changsun Hang’s pupils constricted, he warned through gritted teeth: "Don’t forget your status."
"Oh." Chuzheng leaned against the door, speaking leisurely: "If you’re unhappy, divorce me!"
"You..."
Boom—
Before Changsun Hang could finish, the door slammed shut, the gust from it hit him squarely.
She really dared...
Changsun Hang stood in the cold wind, feeling as though the blood in his veins had frozen, stabbing cold.
Boom—
In a fit of anger, Changsun Hang kicked the door.
The noise was significant, causing Chuzheng inside to furrow her brows.
A temper like that, but who can’t kick?
Chuzheng retaliated with a kick, sending a chair flying against the door with a bang.
Then all was quiet outside.
Ying Xiang shrank back, trembling.
After a moment, Ying Xiang cautiously said, "Miss, is it really okay to anger the Third Prince like this? What if the Third Prince actually wants to..."