(Regret, chasing husband, love rivals, redemption, slow burn, bloodshed) He is called Chi Musheng, an ordinary man who grew up to be slightly handsome and naturally fragrant.
Since coming to ...
She knew that Chi Musheng might not like this approach, but it was definitely the most effective. She was certain that Chi Musheng was the conservative type of guy; once she slept with him, he would basically belong to her.
Having already taught his brother, this wicked little fox is becoming more and more filthy, just like the Demon King.
Chi Musheng sighed softly, patted the ground beside him, and gestured for Tu Shan Rongrong to sit down.
And so, the two sat by the river, and after a while, Chi Musheng spoke.
"Does it have to be this way? Liking someone is a one-person thing, but love is a two-person thing. If you don't like each other, will forcing yourself to be together make you happy?"
Tu Shan Rongrong lowered her head, looking at the ever-flowing stream.
"I don't know, but Rongrong knows that if she doesn't do it, she will definitely regret it."
She couldn't be sure that the two of them would be happy together, but she was certain that she wouldn't be happy if Chi Musheng and Sister Ya Ya were together.
"If you like someone, you have to understand them. Rongrong, do you really understand me?"
"I know that for the past three years, I've only focused on work and neglected you, Brother Musheng. If I could do it all over again, I would try my best to understand you. But you have to give Rongrong a chance."
"No, that's not what I mean. You don't know what I'm really like. What you see is only what I want to show you. If you ever understand what I'm truly like, you won't want this opportunity anymore."
"Yes, Rongrong likes him, but it's not as bad as you think, Brother Musheng."
"Okay, once you get to know me, I'll give you the chance."
Chi Musheng glanced at Tu Shan Rongrong, feeling a little guilty. This was an unsolvable problem in the short term, and in the long term, since she was no longer around, he was, in a sense, deceiving this black-hearted little fox.
Tu Shan Rongrong held Chi Musheng's hand tightly, feeling the comfort of her small hand being wrapped in Chi Musheng's large hand.
"Brother Mu Sheng is really bad! He tricked me into thinking I was Sister Ya Ya. Unless you swear you'll never be with Sister Ya Ya again, and you can't have that kind of relationship with her, may you be struck by lightning!"
As long as Chi Musheng isn't with Ya Ya, she'll have time to slowly get to know Chi Musheng.
Chi Musheng said helplessly.
"Is this oath really necessary?"
Tu Shan Rongrong wagged her tail, brushed it against Chi Musheng's arm, and replied with a smile.
"Brother Musheng can choose not to post, but even Rongrong herself doesn't know what she might do."
This is a last resort. If things can develop naturally, who would want to force a relationship? That would easily create a rift between the two people, which would take a long time to overcome.
Looking at Tu Shan Rongrong's earnest little eyes, Chi Musheng had no choice but to raise his hand.
"Heaven above and earth below bear witness, I, Chi Musheng, will absolutely not be with Tu Shan Ya Ya, nor will I have that kind of relationship with her."
This vow was of no consequence to him, since he had no intention of ever being with Tu Shan Ya Ya anyway.
Tu Shan Rongrong leaned close to Chi Musheng's ear and said in a sweet voice.
"Yes, Brother Musheng, you're the best! Let's go have breakfast; Rongrong hasn't eaten yet."
"Um"
Chi Musheng got up and followed Tu Shan Rongrong into the city, letting this well-intentioned lie continue indefinitely.
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(And so, the best of sisters, Tu Shan Rongrong, stabbed her own second sister in the back with an invisible blade, a truly ruthless backstab.)
The person who can hurt you the most is never an outsider, but the person you care about most in your heart. This could be a good friend, a good brother, a good best friend, a girlfriend, or even your spouse, or even your family.