Seeing him like this, Xie Wanqing, who was initially sowhat inexplicably flustered, suddenly stabilized her emotions.
"Lu Ziyuan," she looked up at him and said, "Have you forgotten? We are breaking off the engagent. Whatever I do with him here, there’s no need to explain it to you."
The girl raised her small face towards him, her lip balm becoming more vibrant in the sunlight, flickering as she spoke, yet the words she uttered were maddening.
Lu Ziyuan laughed instead of getting angry, his tone slow, voice hoarse: "For a man old enough to be your father, you want to break off the engagent with ?"
"When did you two et?"
He had witnessed them intimately embracing, gazing at each other closely, and had already determined there was wrongdoing between them.
This portrayal of betrayal accusation made Xie Wanqing find it sowhat amusing.
She could let him misunderstand, but could not tolerate his repeated belittlent of Pei Yuqing.
After laughing for a while, she suddenly held the hand of the always silent man beside her, and cleanly admitted: "That’s right, you’re absolutely right!"
She laughed and asked, "Isn’t it said that older n know how to care for others?"
"Shut up!"
Lu Ziyuan’s eyes turned red, settling on their clasped hands, with murderous intent brimming.
For years, he had received orders to campaign east and west, reaping countless lives, the killing intent in his eyes seed almost tangible, scaring Xie Wanqing, causing her fingertips to tremble, instinctively wanting to withdraw, but was tightly held by the man beside her.
"Don’t be afraid of him," Pei Yuqing turned his head to look over, speaking gently: "Say whatever you want, I’ve promised, I will protect you."
His voice remained calm and steady in this tense situation, seemingly unaffected, carrying a comforting power, warming Xie Wanqing’s heart.
The warmth from his palm brought a curve to her eyebrows, she slowly tightened her grip back, looked up at Lu Ziyuan, continuing to confront: "What’s wrong? Can’t take it anymore? Weren’t you the one asking?"
"Even if he’s a bit older than , so what, isn’t he much better than you in every way?"
"He’s better-looking than you, kinder in temperant than you, he doesn’t have concubines, no mistress, no calling out Rou Niang."
Xie Wanqing took a deep breath, her long eyelashes gently trembling, speaking word by word: "Lu Ziyuan, he is cleaner than you."
He is cleaner than you...
"He’s clean! And I’m dirty?" Lu Ziyuan seed to hear the world’s biggest joke, his lips parted, just about to say sothing, but quickly halted his words.
He absolutely refused to defend his honor like so petty housewife, debating over his purity.
Finally gritting his teeth, he glared at her: "Are these the reasons for your insistence on breaking off the engagent and switching to another lover?"
Xie Wanqing didn’t understand his thoughts, nodding decisively, still intending to say sothing, but her waist suddenly tightened.
The hand that was linked with Pei Yuqing was forcefully released, in an instant she was pulled into Lu Ziyuan’s embrace.
"Let go of !" She was startled, her hand pushing against his shoulder, attempting to break free.
"Has Wanwan forgotten," Lu Ziyuan held the back of her head, lowering to get close, speaking fiercely: "We haven’t broken off the engagent yet, if he can hold you, why can’t I?"
Xie Wanqing didn’t understand why he said this, when did she embrace Pei Yuqing, what exactly did he see just now.
She struggled to turn her head to avoid him, trying to speak, but his lips were almost pressed against her neck, his oppressive breath lingered by her ear.
Burning, unusual.
Perhaps too deeply affected by dreams, she uncomfortably shrank her neck, her mind filled with the provocation of Tang Manrou in the dream.
During those two years entering Lu Mansion, every encounter with Tang Manrou, that woman loved to seemingly unintentionally flaunt traces of the nightti bed matters in front of her.
Perhaps she was the most aware of their intimacy beside the two main parties involved.
Indeed, after being provoked several tis in the dream by Tang Manrou, she felt utterly sick, the intense love she had for Lu Ziyuan having gradually worn away.
Ultimately, only irritability and fatigue remained, and an overwhelming nausea whenever nearing Lu Ziyuan.
At this mont, with her stomach violently churning, she realized the emotions in the dream seed to have affected her in reality.
She endured and endured, feeling on the verge of vomiting, when the hand at her waist finally loosened, the oppressive breath also receding, allowing her to crouch down, gasping heavily.
Lu Ziyuan was forced back by two Hidden Guards, his expression fierce, about to engage in combat, but as his gaze fell on the lady about to retch as soon as he stepped away, his face turned pale.
The man crouching beside her, frowning slightly, spoke with concern: "Are you alright?"
"I’m fine."
Xie Wanqing struggled to ease the nausea, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
Pei Yuqing helped her up: "Where exactly do you feel uncomfortable?"
"Just caught a disgusting sll, feeling a bit nauseous," Xie Wanqing held onto his arm for stability, then raised her eyes to look at the person standing stiffly over there.
She paused, then slowly spoke: "See? You make sick to the point where just getting close to you overwhelms with the urge to vomit."
Lu Ziyuan’s lips were pale from being tightly pressed, he saw those eyes that always shimred with waves when looking at him, now indifferent without any hint of affection.
It’s as if her previous passionate love was just youthful mischief, with growth, instantly retractable, leaving no trace for him.
She says, his proximity makes her want to vomit.
Before this, he had held back his propriety, never overstepping boundaries with her.
The first ti he embraced her, she said she wanted to vomit.
His fingers within the sleeve slowly clenched, these hands had just held her, the warmth remained, but the coldness crept up from his palm, spreading through his limbs, freezing his blood, making his teeth chatter coldly.
Looking at the couple standing side by side, he inexplicably felt his eyes reddening, "I’m not disgusting."
Xie Wanqing frowned tightly, she had seen him angrily scolding, seen him coldly rejecting, seen him indulgently reveling, but never seen him like this.
Since the age of five, she hadn’t seen this person cry.
But now, does he seem about to cry?
Just because she said she wanted to vomit?
But didn’t he dislike her?
If she wants to vomit, she’ll just vomit, his Rou Niang doesn’t feel like vomiting, does she?
Or perhaps, is his pride so strong, unable to accept soone who liked him moving on?
Xie Wanqing didn’t comprehend, nor could she respect it, rembering his rampant humiliation in the dream, unable to muster any sympathy.
"Lu Ziyuan, I know you take pride in yourself, unable to quickly accept that I no longer like you, but that’s the reality. No matter what, I don’t want to marry you anymore."
Her tone was sowhat wistful, after a while, she calmly smiled: "After all these years of affection, let’s part with dignity. You continue to further the Lu Family lineage, give back the engagent book, let’s each live well, okay?"
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