Pursed lips,
"Speak clearly. Otherwise, I won’t understand what you’re thinking."
Jun Yu’s eyelashes trembled. His hand clenched and then released as his voice slowly erged,
"A toy, naturally, is cherished when it’s liked, everything about it is pleasing. But once it’s no longer wanted, it’s, once again, abandoned."
He articulated every single word.
The kneeling Qin Qingyue’s body instantly stiffened.
Jun Yu lifted his head, looking at Su Yan, the corners of his mouth carrying a faint smile in his pitch-black eyes,
"Whether I’m kept or not doesn’t really matter to , I’m fine either way."
He spoke lightly, but Su Yan’s heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, a piercing pain in an instant.
She looked at him, very seriously,
"Are you trying to say, that to , you’re just a toy? Is that what you an?"
At this mont, all her attention had shifted from Qin Qingyue to Jun Yu’s words.
Su Yan pursed her lips, watching him,
"Is that all you feel?"
She was angry.
It was as if she had already been treating the situation with care, yet here she was being accused of rely playing gas.
Jun Yu lowered his head, seemingly admitting it.
Then, as Su Yan grew increasingly angrier, she heard him say,
"So, you an that, don’t you? Otherwise, why would you let her co to with those words.
It ans to tell not to overreach myself, that you could discard at any mont."
Seated with his head lowered and body rigid, he slowly finished speaking.
Su Yan remained silent.
Tell her those words?
Tell who?
Which ’her’?
She closed her eyes briefly.
Rembering the sad words he uttered during the al just now.
Taking her na in vain, soone had said sothing.
No wonder he had always behaved like this.
Su Yan did not speak, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to the kneeling Qin Qingyue.
And Qin Qingyue’s body was frozen, her face deathly pale.
Once again, she kowtowed to Su Yan,
"Young Master, I, I····"
Su Yan fell silent for a mont.
"You may leave now."
Her voice was indifferent.
Qin Qingyue appeared to be entirely petrified.
Eventually, she stood up and left, her departure marked by a sense of loss and embarrassnt.
Su Yan looked at Jun Yu,
"Do you believe everything she said to you?"
Jun Yu raised his head to et Su Yan’s gaze,
"Of course, I don’t believe it."
"So why bring it up again for to hear?"
"Because," he confessed, "I just can’t stand to see Little Guai caring about soone else. Especially her, wanting to have you all to herself."
At this mont, Jun Yu dropped his facade.
He straightforwardly revealed his thoughts.
Su Yan gazed at Jun Yu, puzzled,
"To have all to herself?"
Jun Yu extended his arm to embrace her, and in a blink, he had her pressed down onto the Imperial Concubine Chair,
"Yes, the way she looks at you irritates . Little Guai, don’t tell you haven’t noticed it."
Su Yan was silent.
Jun Yu’s gaze lowered to her lips,
"Naturally, I do not believe what she said to .
But her last sentence about you abandoning when you no longer care for , it hurt .
I feel as though I’m just abandoned there by Little Guai.
Little Guai walked away without looking back, all because I refused to eat the dish Qin Qingyue made."
Jun Yu revives old grievances, now carrying a tone of resentnt and looming anger.
Su Yan looked bewildered.
Huh?
The dish?
Huh?
She abandoned him?
What was he even talking about?
Until the mory slowly returned.
Oh, so he refused to eat just because it was Qin Qingyue who cooked it?
Realizing this, she then observed Jun Yu’s expression, as if he was a man spurned and toyed with...
She wanted to explain,
"I hadn’t considered that point..."
She hadn’t finished her sentence,
When Jun Yu abruptly interrupted her,
"Didn’t you say that I am the most important? Yet you left there for the sake of that woman’s dish. Just how much weight does Little Guai’s ’most important’ carry?"
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