Chapter 142

Who would want to part ways with her?

The young man's dark eyes were fixed on the silent woman with her head down, stubbornly demanding an answer.

For some reason, Wen Shu felt that ever since their secret was exposed that day, she understood Pei Lingjun even less.

She didn't understand what he was being stubborn about, but she was able to stay safely in Shanzhou with her mother and brother thanks to Pei Lingjun for keeping it a secret. She didn't want to break ties with him, so maintaining the distance between the most familiar strangers was the best thing that could happen.

The woman gave a soft "hmm," and the young man's gaze softened as he took something out of his pocket.

It is a square brocade box, with lifelike phoenixes embroidered on it in gold thread.

"What's this?

Before Wen Shu could finish speaking, Pei Lingjun opened the brocade box, revealing two jade pendants, one large and one small, with a texture as smooth as mutton fat.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she gasped. The jade pendant looked very familiar; it was the one Pei Lingjun had given her when they got married in her previous life.

She wore it every day back then, but it still broke in the end.

The small jade pendant is carved with auspicious symbols on both sides, and it fits perfectly in the middle of the large jade pendant.

Wen Shu subconsciously took a step back, somewhat resistant; she didn't want to have anything to do with Pei Lingjun anymore.

"Ah Shu, do you like this gift?"

Wen Shu looked away, "Pei Lingjun, I don't want to..."

What is he going to do with his family heirloom jade pendant? Why is he giving it to her instead of Princess Sui'an?

Do you perhaps want to make her your concubine?

Wen Shu was burning with anger. She had already fled to Shanzhou, so why wouldn't he let go?

In the end, it's always the unattainable that haunts us.

The young man tentatively wrapped his arms around her from behind, carefully resting his chin in the crook of her neck.

Wen Shu couldn't see the pain on Pei Lingjun's face.

"Ah Shu, please don't abandon me... please have pity on me..."

The young man's tone was clearly broken, filled with confusion and helplessness.

Wen Shu recalled the various scenes of their time together in her past and present lives. She had seen Pei Lingjun as cold and indifferent, as ruthless and decisive, but she had never seen Pei Lingjun so vulnerable.

Her clothes were soaked with sweat from her neck, and large tears fell down. Wen Shu felt the burning heat on her neck and stood there stunned for a moment.

Pei Lingjun...is he crying?

It is said that men do not easily shed tears, and she had never seen Pei Lingjun shed a tear before.

"What... happened to you?"

Wen Shu herself didn't realize that her voice was different from her previous calm and decisive tone, carrying a hint of softness.

The young man behind her didn't answer, but tightened his arms around her waist as if seeking comfort.

"Ah Shu... shall we just keep it here with you?" Pei Lingjun caught a whiff of her faint fragrance.

They were inseparable in their past life, and he was very familiar with Wen Shu's fragrance. Now that they were holding each other tightly, he couldn't help but develop feelings for her.

His long, raven-feather-like eyelashes, damp with tears, brushed against the woman's skin. Pei Lingjun tilted his head slightly, his high, straight nose rubbing against the soft flesh of her neck. His hot breath hit her skin, causing a slight shiver.

Wen Shu was still immersed in Pei Lingjun's reaction when he took advantage of her. The soft flesh on the side of her neck was gently bitten and nibbled in his mouth, the warm touch and the dense, tingling, itchy sensation making her scalp tingle. She cried out in surprise, "Pei! Pei Lingjun!"