Xu Zhuohua had nowhere to avoid it, but fate seemed to have already decided it. By the time she realized what was happening, Cheng Muyun was already standing in front of her.

The man was tall and imposing, standing before me like an insurmountable mountain.

His eyes were as deep as the night sky, and his tone was soft, as if it were a casual conversation, but every word struck Xu Zhuohua's heart heavily: "Are you jealous?"

Xu Zhuohua frowned and pouted, looking like a resentful woman catching her husband cheating.

“I did…” Xu Zhuohua immediately put on a serious expression, “I didn’t, I was just passing by.”

Cheng Muyun had no intention of letting her go. He stretched out a hand and gently but irresistibly pinned her against the pillar, staring directly into her eyes. "Is that so? Seeing me with Miss Lu, you don't feel anything?"

Xu Zhuohua felt like she was being harassed, and her heart inexplicably raced. "I don't feel anything, I just feel sorry for Miss Luo."

Cheng Muyun's eyes suddenly turned sinister. He gritted his teeth and asked unhappily, "Why is it Luo Yunqiao again? What is my relationship with Luo Yunqiao? Why do you always push me away?"

Xu Zhuohua sensed the man's anger and suddenly felt very wronged. She bit her lip.

"Miss Luo likes you, and you are a good match. Mrs. Cheng also likes her; she is outgoing and passionate. She is your future wife."

A look of confusion flashed across Cheng Muyun's eyes as he asked, "So you think I absolutely have to be with Luo Yunqiao?"

Xu Zhuohua wanted to explain that it wasn't that she wanted them to be together, but that they were historically together.

"yes."

Cheng Muyun punched the pillar with a loud thud, startling Xu Zhuohua into closing her eyes.

She felt a sudden panic.

The man leaned close to Xu Zhuohua's ear and said through gritted teeth, "Anyway, it's not you. Does it matter who I'm with? Miss Zhang, Miss Li, Miss Wang are all fine."

Xu Zhuohua didn't open her eyes, but loudly retorted, "No, it can only be Miss Luo!"

This was her final bottom line.

No one but Luo Yunqiao will do.

The man's calloused hand stroked Xu Zhuohua's face. "Why? I just don't like Luo Yunqiao."

Xu Zhuohua's whole body was stiff, like a piece of wood.

Her mind was in turmoil, and she didn't know how to answer.

The man's breath brushed against her face. "Why Luo Yunqiao? Give me a reason."

Xu Zhuohua cried out in despair.

Why Luo Yunqiao?

How did she know? That's how it's always been done.

She couldn't change history.

Cheng Muyun cannot marry anyone else but Luo Yunqiao!

Why?

"Because I can only accept losing to Luo Yunqiao, losing to history; I can't accept losing to anyone else!"

Xu Zhuohua practically shouted it out.

After shouting it out, both of them were stunned.

Xu Zhuohua looked at the face so close to hers, the face she had longed for day and night, and forgot everything else.

She reached out and cupped Cheng Muyun's face in her hands, saying, "I don't care anymore."

Then, her lips touched his lips.

They are as close as lips and teeth.

This was the only time Xu Zhuohua initiated a kiss, but her technique was immature; she could only bite.

Cheng Muyun didn't react at first, but once he did, he immediately regained the initiative.

She could feel the man's increasingly hot breath, making her heart pound uncontrollably.

His tongue pried open her teeth, and he kissed her until she was dizzy.

This kiss was enough to show that her love was no less than his.

Xu Zhuohua leaned against Cheng Muyun's chest, feeling wronged and on the verge of tears. "It's not that I don't want to choose you, but there's an insurmountable chasm between us."

Cheng Muyun held her in his arms and gently supported her waist. "Nothing can stop us from loving each other."

Heaven knows how happy Cheng Muyun was the moment he realized that Xu Zhuohua was also in love with him.

He even wanted to fire a salute in the sky!

Then announce to the world that the person I like likes me too!

After this experience, Xu Zhuohua finally saw her true feelings clearly.

She was deeply in love with Cheng Muyun.

She fell in love with him the first time she saw his photo when she was fifteen.

She never truly understood her own heart, believing that Cheng Muyun should follow the course of history, marry Luo Yunqiao, then die as a murderous maniac, ultimately meet his demise.

But now she thinks differently; she wants to use all her knowledge to save him.

Even if it really costs me my life.

Xu Zhuohua was certain that she wasn't love-struck; she knew exactly what she was doing.

The reason Cheng Muyun deserved to die was because he was portrayed as a bad person in history books.

But now that Xu Zhuohua knows the truth, she can no longer let him head towards his destruction.

She was willing to offer her whole heart and soul to gamble on a sliver of hope for her beloved's survival.

"Cheng Muyun, I like you, I love you, you are not allowed to be with anyone else."

Cheng Muyun hugged the person he had been longing for day and night, "Yes, I like you, I love you, I don't want anyone but you."

Xu Zhuohua buried her head in his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"You have to keep your word. I've really gone all in; I have no way out."

Cheng Muyun's hand slid to Xu Zhuohua's shoulder. "I will give you a broad road to success, so that you will have no worries."

Xu Zhuohua hugged Cheng Muyun and kissed him repeatedly, "Okay, I believe you."

At the street corner, Chen Hede's figure was hidden in the darkness.

Hu Moli looked at the man's resolute lips and sighed silently in her heart.

"Sir, are you having second thoughts?"

Chen Hede's voice was hoarse, "You've known for a long time that she's fallen for Cheng Muyun. Isn't what you said tonight just to provoke her?"

Hu Moli covered her mouth, "So you figured it out all along."

Chen Hede sighed, "It's obvious to a fool that she has feelings for Cheng Muyun, only she herself doesn't know it. By provoking her today, you've pushed her to take this step."

His voice carried a hint of relief, as if he was happy for Xu Zhuohua's return to consciousness.

Looking at Chen Hede's consistently cold expression, Hu Moli couldn't discern his emotions. "Sir, you won't blame me, will you?"

Chen Hede glanced down at Hu Moli, who was so beautiful that it was hard to look away, and said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "No, someone like me is not good enough for her."

His voice carried a hint of self-deprecation, as if he were expressing his helplessness.

Hu Moli gently tugged at Chen Hede's sleeve, "Sir, you shouldn't underestimate yourself. No one doesn't love Miss Xu, but your charm is equally unmatched."

A slight smile finally appeared on Chen Hede's lips. "Smooth talker."

Hu Moli smiled slightly, feeling relieved, a hint of amusement flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She knew that although Chen Hede said he didn't care, he must have struggled with the decision in his heart.

However, he ultimately chose to let go.