Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1370 - 1369: Did He Just Say Something in Anger?

Feng Yexuan was genuinely enraged.

In his mind and heart, all he could think about was Chu Qianli’s earlier sarcasm towards him, and—her disdain!

She was clearly looking down on him; otherwise, how could she have said such cruel and heartless words?

That damned woman—she was truly too much!

Fen Ling, however, felt deeply displeased.

The angrier he beca, the more it revealed his genuine care for Chu Qianli.

For a man as proud as the Prince Yexuan, if he didn’t truly care, he wouldn’t have spared even half a thought over her.

Caring... but how could she allow it?

"Yexuan, these days that I haven’t been by your side, have you been sleeping well at night?"

Fen Ling stepped closer to him, her voice impossibly soft and gentle: "At night... does your head still hurt?"

She wanted to get closer to him, but the Prince Yexuan had always been a cold and distant man. Even though he had acknowledged her, he didn’t like too much physical intimacy between them.

Hence, she forcibly restrained her steps from going further.

When would she be able to act freely—to embrace him, kiss him, and even have him?

This man was truly too difficult to handle! He wouldn’t even want to be close with his own woman!

Feng Yexuan’s gaze darkened slightly.

How had he been sleeping recently...? The truth was, he had been so preoccupied day and night, he hadn’t even had the ti to think about whether he was sleeping well or not.

When he now thought back on it, those past few days had all been spent in the apothecary.

With that damned woman.

Though they went in and out together, and even spent nights in the sa room, the apothecary was constantly frequented by people. Any actions between the two of them wouldn’t have struck anyone as remotely ambiguous.

There was a long bench in the apothecary. Whether it was him or Chu Qianli, when they were tired, they would just lie down on the bench to rest.

The ti they spent lying down each day didn’t exceed two hours.

Yet, despite that, those two hours... looking back now, he realized he’d slept surprisingly well.

Every ti he opened his eyes, he could see the damned woman’s busy figure not far away, and with that, his heart settled, his headache eased, and he quickly fell back into deep sleep.

Those days...

Feng Yexuan was still furious, but unexpectedly found himself nostalgic for those past few days.

A complicated feeling—it’s indescribable for anyone who hasn’t experienced it.

The most exasperating thing was, hadn’t he just said he would never actively seek out that damned woman again?

But he truly liked the feeling of opening his eyes after a night’s sleep and seeing her imdiately.

Even if it ant continuing to work tirelessly, even until the world turned dark, it would be fine...

"Yexuan?" Suddenly, a hand waved in front of his line of sight.

Feng Yexuan snapped back to reality, staring at Fen Ling who had walked up to him. From so hidden place in his subconscious, his gaze instantly filled with a trace of resistance: "What is it?"

"Nothing, I just... called out to you several tis, yet you didn’t respond. I didn’t know what you were thinking about."

"I’m not thinking about anything." Definitely not about that damned woman!

"Not thinking... that’s good."

Fen Ling felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart, but she dared not show it.

"This bowl of ginseng soup, I had soone prepare it early this morning. I finally got the chance to personally bring it to you."

Fen Ling’s voice grew even softer than before, almost dripping with tenderness.

"Yexuan, I know you’ve been busy all these days, not even resting well at night. Though you are indeed strong, no matter how strong your body is, it cannot bear consecutive days of exhaustion."

She carefully offered the bowl of ginseng soup in front of him, bringing it near his lips.

"Yexuan, have a little ginseng soup to replenish your strength before continuing to work, alright?"