Chapter 32 What if I hope you will repay kindness with enmity?

"It's okay." Mo Jinchuan lowered his eyes and picked up Song Yanxi's embroidered shoes as if possessed by a ghost.

The peach pink upper is embroidered with a half-opened lotus, and the toe is decorated with a pearl. The style is generous yet exquisite.

Just like her master, she seemed to have been smoothed out by the rules of the upper class, but in fact she was only obedient on the surface and hid her true temperament.

Looking at the man's big hand holding her embroidered shoes, Song Yanxi felt her cheeks burning and quickly shifted her gaze.

Mo Jinchuan also withdrew his gaze and looked up at the figure on the tree who was trying to hide herself. The corners of his lips curled slightly, "Miss Song, do you need my help?"

It was clearly a very common name, but when it came out of his mouth, it seemed to have an indescribable flavor.

Suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, Song Yanxi politely declined, "Don't bother your Highness. I can come down by myself."

As if not noticing her embarrassment, Mo Jinchuan smiled and said "OK" without saying anything more.

Before taking any action, Song Yanxi cautiously lowered her head to glance at the distance, and her eyes widened instantly.

How can it be so high?

No wonder she just climbed for half a day...

Song Yanxi began to feel a little regretful. She had just spoken too quickly to show off her strength, and now there was no room for maneuver.

If she changed her words at the last minute, she would inevitably be laughed at by His Royal Highness Prince Jin for trying to be rich.

Although she didn't understand why she felt that Mo Jinchuan, who always kept his expression and looked like a gentleman, would laugh at her.

Song Yanxi attributed all of this to intuition.

She was busy looking for a foothold, using her feet to try and find a place to land comfortably, completely unaware that the branch she was pressing on was already overwhelmed.

Mo Jinchuan looked at the busy figures on the tree, and his thoughts were drawn back to the spring days more than ten years ago.

The little girl in pink clothes sat on the tree, stretched out her little hands and tremblingly reached for the peach blossoms blooming on the branches, with a determination on her little face like a pink ball.

The little girl who was letting her out for some fresh air was about to cry in anxiety, and urged her to come down quickly.

The little girl acted as if she didn't hear anything and insisted on picking the most beautiful peach blossoms on the outermost side.

I still remember that in the end, the little girl, who was busy and sweating profusely, finally picked the flowers, but she was also beaten the hardest for climbing the tree.

Recalling this, Mo Jinchuan couldn't help feeling guilty.

It was not until much later that he found out that the reason the little girl climbed so high was because she had listened to the instigation of someone with ulterior motives and thought that if she gave the most beautiful flowers to her grandmother, her grandmother would recover from her illness.

What she didn't know was that Old Madam Yan was suffering from the heartache of losing her sons one after another.

It was just a coincidence that the old lady who was originally bedridden and unable to get up was found after she mistakenly thought that her granddaughter was kidnapped. After experiencing great sorrow and joy, her body gradually became stronger.

Mo Jinchuan was just thinking about finding a reason to visit the old man some other day when he heard a crisp "click" sound above his head.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and caught the figure that was falling suddenly.

The imagined pain did not come. The frightened Song Yanxi slowly opened her eyes, her little face pale.

When she realized that she was sitting on Mo Jinchuan's lap, the color on her face instantly returned, and even tended to get worse.

Song Yanxi's first reaction was to get down quickly, but her little hand pressed on something in a hurry, and she was so frightened that she retracted her hand instantly, her cheeks burning.

Although she did not sleep with Lin Tingfeng after marriage, she was not a girl who knew nothing.

On her wedding day, her mother handed her a booklet that described...

Song Yanxi bit her lower lip lightly, her face flushed to the point of bleeding, and she said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness, please let go and let this little woman go."

Hearing her voice, Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened and his throat tightened.

Feeling the burning sensation from the man's palm on her waist, Song Yanxi felt her heart beating faster and she felt a little breathless. She struggled to get off his legs.

Mo Jinchuan's deep voice sounded above his head, "Don't move yet."

Song Yanxi wanted to say something, but halfway through she suddenly realized something was wrong.

He, he actually...

Song Yanxi felt embarrassed and anxious for a moment, her body stiff and she dared not move.

Her feet were hanging in the air, and she couldn't find any leverage with her hands, so she didn't dare to press anywhere on Mo Jinchuan's body.

Meeting those bewildered eyes, Mo Jinchuan, with his ears slightly red, looked away, his voice losing its usual calmness, "Miss Song, I'm sorry."

After he finished speaking, he held her waist with both hands, lifted her up, and handed her forward.

As her feet touched the ground, Song Yanxi's legs inevitably went weak, and she quickly reached out to hold on to the peach tree beside her.

Without waiting for Mo Jinchuan to speak, she spoke first: "What happened just now was just an accident, Your Highness, don't take it to heart."

Although she felt that he was a suitable candidate for a second marriage, the premise of marriage was based on mutual consent.

She couldn't give him love, and if she forced someone to marry a woman he didn't like just because he saved someone, she would feel guilty.

"Don't you need me to be responsible?" The blush on Mo Jinchuan's face faded away in an instant, and his eyes became darker.

According to Da'an custom, if a man looks at an unmarried woman's feet, he must marry her.

Not only did he look at her feet, but they also had physical contact more than once.

Could it be that she already has someone in mind for her second marriage, so...

Song Yanxi didn't know what he was thinking, so she just said matter-of-factly, "Your Highness, saving people is a noble act. How can I repay kindness with hatred and force Your Highness to take responsibility for me?"

"What if I hope you will repay kindness with enmity?" Mo Jinchuan asked, looking into her clear eyes.

When Song Yanxi heard this, her heart skipped a beat.

The prince suddenly mentioned this, was he reminding her of something?

Before Song Yanxi could think deeply about it, Mo Jinchuan pushed the wheelchair in a different direction and slowly left.

After a moment, his voice came from far away, "Nothing happened tonight."

Perhaps it was because the distance was too far and she couldn't hear clearly, but Song Yanxi always felt that Mo Jinchuan's voice was full of helplessness.

Thinking that it was getting late, she didn't bother to look for the embroidered shoes that she had thrown away in her panic, and hurried forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

When turning at the archway, Song Yanxi vaguely heard the muffled sound of something hitting the ground, but turned around and saw nothing.

She couldn't walk fast without shoes on, so when she finally arrived at Mo Jinchuan's study, he had already changed into a clean robe and was sitting in the yard waiting for her.

After this period of treatment, although there was no obvious change in his legs, his complexion was completely different from before.

It was clearly the same face, but although Mo Jinchuan was handsome in the past, his face was pale. Even with a faint smile on his lips, his whole body still exuded a sense of alienation that kept strangers away.

But today, even in the dim moonlight, he still couldn't hide his charm.

Song Yanxi seemed to be able to see the heroic figure of the young general wearing silver armor, holding a long sword, and riding on a warhorse with his head held high and chest puffed out.

The heaven and earth seemed to be eclipsed by it, making it impossible to look away.

It wasn't until a light cough sounded in her ear that Song Yanxi came back to her senses.

Thinking of the ambiguous scene just now, her heart, which had finally calmed down, became turbulent again.

Song Yanxi cursed herself in her heart for being so useless. Just as she was about to step forward, she caught a glimpse of An Yi coming hurriedly towards her.

She was worried and blurted out, "But Jiaojiao is not feeling well?"