Chapter 181 - 136_2
"Let go!"
Her voice was urgent and angry. She didn’t know what came to mind, but Lu Ziyuan’s expression chilled as well. He said, "Be good, don’t fight with me. I don’t want to hurt you."
His emotions were unstable now, and he couldn’t take her mockery and humiliation.
If she were to splash a cup of cold tea over, he couldn’t guarantee what he would do.
With that, he slowly let go of her wrist, picked up the half-drunk cup of tea, drank it all, filled it up again, and drank it down once more.
A bit of water dripped from the corner of his lips, which he wiped away casually.
He was, after all, a princely heir raised in the Marquis Mansion, yet somehow managed to drink tea with a sense of unruliness, completely removed from any sense of refinement.
Xie Wanqing rubbed her wrist, turning her face away from him.
She found him both annoying and detestable, but he had reached a point of arrogance with nothing to hold him back. What could she do?
She had lived a perfectly fine life; she couldn’t possibly end it just because of his entanglement.
After finishing the tea, Lu Ziyuan didn’t sit down, but leaned forward, propping one hand on the table, looking at her in that stance.
For a long time, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and he said, "Wanwan, after all this time, have you thought about how you could forgive me?"
"Is that why you came here?" Xie Wanqing was almost exasperated, "What can I say to make you understand, I’m already married to another, there’s no chance for us!"
"Nothing is impossible. If there’s resentment in your heart, I’ll smooth it out bit by bit, but prepare yourself; we are destined to be together in this life."
"As for your hasty marriage, I don’t care." Though he said he didn’t care, the coldness in his brow was piercing.
Xie Wanqing found it tiring to even get angry at his stubborn attitude, with no intent to argue further.
Upon hearing this, she stood dumbfounded for a moment, then turned her head, saying, "Are you done? If you are, please leave."
Lu Ziyuan’s eyes darkened slightly, fixing his gaze on her.
After a long time, he smiled at her, "I’m sorry, Wanwan, I really can’t let go."
Humans may be the greediest species in the world.
During the days when she lay cold and still, he thought that just being able to see her alive in front of him would be a blessing.
He gave up everything, pleading for a chance to start over.
Now she stood alive in front of him, and his greed only grew.
After all, to watch her lie in another man’s arms, he would rather die.
He had given her the knife. Since she didn’t take his life, she should be prepared to be entangled with him for a lifetime.
Thinking this, Lu Ziyuan unexpectedly felt a little joy in his heart.
The coldness in his eyes gradually melted, and he coaxed her softly, "I know you hate me for hurting you, I’ll let you vent your anger."
In the dream, he experienced everything from her perspective.
He knew what mattered to her the most, and what he owed her.
Before anything else, he first needed to clear something up.
Thinking of the bite mark, Lu Ziyuan’s momentarily calm mood began to stir again.
The dense sourness in his heart made him frown with discomfort, his breaths becoming slightly labored.
He reached out to grip her chin, tilting it up to look into her eyes, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Wanwan, did you lie to me?"
With her chin pinched, Xie Wanqing was filled with anger, but upon hearing his words, her whole body stiffened, her pupils unconsciously dilating.
When he suddenly appeared, she had considered if it was because of last night’s events.
But then she thought again, Pei Yuqing had control over Qingtian Guard, and it didn’t make sense that their consummation as husband and wife would be leaked in just one night.
Unexpectedly, he really did get the news and came to question.
No wonder there was an air of something wrong from the moment he walked in.
Xie Wanqing’s mind was racing, thinking about how to break the situation, but the hand gripping her jaw applied a bit more force, lifting her face slightly higher.
"So, you did deceive me... Tell me, does it amuse you to see me spinning around your little finger?"
He pressed his forehead against hers, looking down at her with a gentle voice, "Does this revenge satisfy you?"
Xie Wanqing’s heart skipped a beat, almost frightened by his tone to the point of weakening knees, instinctively wanting to escape his proximity, but the hand on her jaw did not allow her to escape.
She took a step back, and he advanced a big step; as if that wasn’t enough, the other hand grasped her lower back, pulling her entirely into his embrace.
They were so close, almost touching each other. In his arms, she was forced to tilt her head up, foreheads touching, eyes meeting.
A warrior long tested in battle didn’t need to wear an intimidating expression; just standing there was enough to instill fear. Previously, he always restrained his sharpness before her, and even with a cold face, he couldn’t frighten her.