Chapter 34 Old Lover

The front courtyard of the Lotus Tower is spacious and bright, where disciples practice martial arts, exchange ideas, and discuss matters in an orderly and vibrant atmosphere. Meanwhile, the backyard has been meticulously crafted into a tranquil haven, with swaying bamboo shadows, gurgling water, and a wisteria wisteria in full bloom, sheds its fragrant scent.

Li Lianhua was sitting at a stone table beneath a wisteria trellis, fiddling with a newly acquired purple-clay tea set. Di Feisheng sat across from him, holding a scroll of the Golden Mandarin Duck Alliance's old supply ledger—all now under the management of Lianhua Tower—but he was distracted, his eyes fixed on Li Lianhua's hands as she prepared the tea.

"Master, Miss Qiao Wanwan is here to visit." The disciple guarding the courtyard came to report.

Li Lianhua's hand holding the teapot paused slightly, the water nearly spilling over the edge. A flicker of genuine surprise flashed across his eyes, and then he smiled, "Please come in." He set the teapot down and looked at Di Feisheng. "Wanwan? Why is she visiting so suddenly?"

Di Feisheng put down the account book, his face calm, and said lightly: "You will know when you come." But the aura around him became almost unnoticeably heavier, and his eyes looked towards the direction of the moon cave door.

Qiao Wanwan was wearing a lilac dress today, which made her look even more gentle and graceful than usual. She walked into the backyard and saw the fresh new scenery and the two people sitting leisurely opposite each other. A complex expression flashed across her eyes, then turned into a relieved smile.

"Master Li..., Leader Di." She walked forward and saluted gracefully.

"Wanwan, no need to be so polite. Please take a seat." Li Lianhua stood up to greet her and poured her a cup of fresh tea. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Qiao Wanwan took the teacup but did not drink it immediately. Instead, she took out an extremely exquisite red invitation with gold outline on a red background from her sleeve, gently placed it on the stone table, and pushed it towards Li Lianhua.

"The fifteenth of next month is the date for Zi Jin and I to get married." Her voice was steady, with a hint of a bride's shyness, but more of a sense of composure. "I've come to deliver the invitations, hoping that the owner of this building and the leader of the Flute Alliance...will honor you and come."

"Clang."

The account book in Di Feisheng's hand landed heavily on the stone table with a dull thud. His face darkened instantly, and his gaze, like an icy blade, swept across the dazzling invitation, finally settling on Qiao Wanwan's face.

Li Lianhua was genuinely stunned. Xiao Zijin? Qiao Wanwan and Xiao Zijin? But then again, Xiao Zijin had secretly loved and protected Qiao Wanwan for years, and finally, her love had paid off. He subconsciously glanced at Di Feisheng, and was met with a pair of meaningful eyes.

He coughed lightly, picked up the invitation and opened it, saying in a calm tone: "Congratulations to you. It's a good thing that you finally get married after all the twists and turns." He said this from the heart.

Qiao Wanwan carefully observed his expression, seeing only surprise and blessing, without a trace of resentment or loss. The last bit of obsession in her heart completely dissipated, and her smile became relaxed and bright. "Thank you, OP. The past is gone now, we have all let it go. I hope OP..." She paused, her eyes vaguely glancing at the icy Di Feisheng, her tone tinged with teasing and tentativeness, "Have you truly let go and found a good match?"

This question was asked cleverly. It was both a farewell to the past and an implicit confirmation of Li Lianhua's current happiness.

Before Li Lianhua could answer, a cold sneer came from beside her.

Di Feisheng finally spoke, his voice cold: "Ms. Qiao's good match, you just have to cherish it. As for the owner of this building, there is no need for others to worry about it." He deliberately emphasized the word "owner of this building", which was full of possessiveness.

Qiao Wanwan was choked, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she smiled and said, "Leader Di is right." She stood up tactfully and said, "The invitation has been delivered. Wanwan will take her leave."

Li Lianhua stood up to see her off.

After Qiao Wanwan's figure disappeared in the front yard, Li Lianhua took the big red invitation and turned back to the stone table. Before she sat down, her wrist was grabbed by a strong force!

Di Feisheng suddenly pulled him closer, snatched the invitation away with his other hand, and threw it far away without even glancing at it, leaving the pages scattered on the ground. Uncontrollable anger and jealousy welled up in his eyes, and his voice was low and dangerous: "An invitation to the wedding of my ex-fiancée and my old rival... You read it so carefully!"

Li Lianhua's wrist was clenched so tightly that it hurt. Seeing his jealous expression, she found it a bit amusing. He deliberately sighed, lowered his eyes, and spoke with a sense of loss: "After all, it's... someone I truly loved when I was young... Now she's getting married, and the partner is... sigh..."

His words were half true and half false, intended to tease this cool guy.

As expected, Di Feisheng's entire body was filled with a sudden chill, and his eyes instantly filled with a terrifying scarlet! He suddenly pressed Li Lianhua against the nearby wisteria trellis pillar, approached her, and gnashed his teeth, "Li Lianhua! Say it again?! You haven't let her go yet?! And you dare to sigh for Xiao Zijin?!"

A powerful sense of oppression descended upon her, tinged with intense jealousy and hurt. Li Lianhua was trapped in this small space, her back pressed against the cool stone pillar, yet she could feel the violent rise and fall of the man's chest and his scorching breath.

He looked up at Di Feisheng's eyes, which seemed to be spitting fire yet concealed a hint of unease. He suddenly felt that he had gone too far. He reached out his free hand and gently stroked Di Feisheng's tense cheek, speaking softly, "Silly Fei... If I hadn't let it go, how could I be standing here right now? How could I... let you bully me like this?"

Di Feisheng's body stiffened, and the madness in his eyes subsided a little, but he still stared at him, as if judging the truth of his words.

Li Lianhua smiled helplessly, moved closer, and placed a gentle kiss on his tightly pursed lips, whispering, "I've let it go a long time ago. Now, my heart and eyes can only hold the domineering and unreasonable leader of the Di Alliance. Are you satisfied?"

These straightforward words were like the most effective soothing words, instantly calming Di Feisheng's ruffled fur. But he clearly wasn't going to let this person who had deliberately provoked him off so easily.

"Not satisfied." He replied hoarsely, lowering his head suddenly and fiercely grabbing those smiling lips. It was no longer a gentle touch, but a deep plunder with punishment and strong possessiveness! This kiss was extremely overbearing, almost taking away all of Li Lianhua's breath. It was with irresistible force, as if to completely devour him and brand him with his own mark.

Li Lianhua was kissed until her whole body went limp, tears of rationality welled up in the corners of her eyes. She could only cling to the man's shoulders weakly, enduring this overly intense "revenge".

After a long moment, Di Feisheng finally stepped back. He looked at the flushed cheeks and swollen lips of the person in his arms. The anger in his eyes had long since been replaced by a deeper, darker fire. He lifted the person up and strode towards the building.

"Di Feisheng! You... in broad daylight! Put me down!" Li Lianhua exclaimed and struggled to hit his shoulders.

"No." Di Feisheng hugged him tighter, kicked the door open, and placed him on the soft bed. Then he leaned over and pressed him down, staring at him with a burning gaze. "Since the master still has the mind to miss the old lady, I am a husband who has failed in my duty and failed to let the master...focus on her."

"You... um..." All of Li Lianhua's protests were blocked.

The scattered invitations were forgotten in the corner of the yard. A breeze blew, turning the pages, revealing the two names "Xiao Zijin" and "Qiao Wanwan" written side by side.

The swaying shadows of the wisteria flowers masked the ambiguous sounds and low sobs for mercy that were gradually rising from the building.

Fang Duobing and Su Xiaoyong sneaked over to pick up the invitations and watch the fun. As they approached the Moon Gate, they heard a faint sob and a low, raspy warning from the second floor: "... Do you still dare to sigh for others?... Tell me! Who am I?..."

The two of them blushed instantly, looked at each other, turned around and ran away tacitly.

The price of jealousy is really high.