Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Questioning

Lu Chen walked out of the darkness. A cold moon hung in the sky, reflecting his pale and handsome face. His long boots rolled over the falling snow, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

Zhe Rou and he looked at each other from a few steps away.

Looking at those eyes as dark as a deep pool, her breathing stagnated slightly, as if her heart was entangled by countless flexible silk threads, and then slowly tightened.

Lu Chen didn't know how long he had been standing in the snow, and a layer of white frost had covered his shoulders and hair.

"Miss, come here."

Xie Yunzhou stared at Lu Chen warily, instinctively taking a step forward to completely shield Zhe Rou behind him. All around him, the clanging of swords echoed. Nan Heng and his guards approached.

Zhe Rou was shocked.

Lu Chen's gaze fell on the two people's clasped hands, fixed for a moment, then slowly moved upwards, cutting across Xie Yunzhou's face like a knife, and his voice was as cold as if soaked in ice water.

"Mingqi, the emperor doesn't know you're here yet. Do you want to be reunited with him and his son?"

Xie Yunzhou's expression changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Lu Bingyan, you bastard! Go ahead and find the official. As long as I am still breathing, you can't force her to leave."

Zhe Rou's heart trembled violently, and her fingertips pinched into her palm unconsciously.

Xie Yunzhou immediately noticed her tenseness and turned slightly to block Lu Chen's sight. He smiled at her reassuringly and whispered, "Don't be afraid, Jiuniang."

Seeing the two people getting so close, Lu Chen twitched his lips sarcastically, his eyes cold as he gestured to Nan Heng, "Go, tell Feng Qi that the young prince is here."

Seeing that Nan Heng was about to accept the order and leave, Zhe Rou could no longer bear it and called out to him, "Lu Bingyan, please don't involve others in our matter."

Lu Chen stared at her motionlessly, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Xie Yunzhou refused to let go and said stubbornly, "Jiu Niang!"

Zhe Rou raised her face and smiled at him, "It's okay."

After saying that, she gently broke free from his hand, handed him the oil-paper bag, and slowly walked towards Lu Chen.

Lu Chen raised his chin slightly, and Nan Heng immediately understood. He brought people to stop Xie Yunzhou and locked him outside the yard.

Zhe Rou stepped over the threshold, and the door behind her slammed shut with a bang, which made her heart tremble.

Just as she was about to stand firm, Lu Chen turned around and pressed her against the door, his arms holding her like an iron hoop, so strong that she almost couldn't breathe.

Lu Chen's eyes were fixed on her, tracing her eyebrows and features inch by inch, but his face remained so cold that no expression could be seen.

Zhe Rou did not say anything, feeling inexplicably panicked, and only managed to look at him calmly.

After not seeing him for several months, Lu Chen seemed completely different from before. The candlelight in the guest house was dim, making his expression half bright and half dark, with a terrifying gloom and coldness.

"Have you been happy outside these past few months?"

Zhe Rou bit her lip and frowned slightly.

"What did you do when you were together?"

Zhe Rou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Lu Bingyan, this has nothing to do with you."

Lu Chen put his arm around her waist and buried his head in the crook of her neck. His tall nose slowly moved along the curve of her neck, sniffing her scent like a wild animal inspecting its prey.

The hairs on Zhe Rou's back stood on end, and a layer of fine cold sweat gradually appeared.

This Lu Chen was too unfamiliar, as if he had been suppressed to the extreme, making her even more frightened than that night in the forest. She instinctively struggled and pushed him away, her voice tinged with panic, "Lu Bingyan..."

Lu Chen looked up at her.

Under the dim light, those black eyes were deep and deep, and she could clearly see her uneasy reflection. Her heart seemed to be tightened by something, and it let out a mournful tremor.

Lu Chen pinched her chin and slowly stroked her lips with his rough fingertips. His hands moved gently and softly, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Did he kiss you?"

Unexpectedly, he would ask such a question. Zhe Rou was shocked and angry, and felt even more humiliated. She pursed her lips stubbornly and refused to say a word.

"explain!"

Zhe Rou felt a knot of hatred in her heart, and said angrily in a trembling voice: "Lu Bingyan, you and I have already... Ugh!"

Before she could finish her words, Lu Chen suddenly blocked her lips.

The soft lips he had been thinking about day and night, with the familiar faint scent of apricot blossoms, made him thirsty as soon as he touched them.

Lu Chen shuddered violently, and the blood in his body suddenly rushed to his body. His tongue knocked open his teeth without hesitation and went straight in.

He tore open her jacket with one hand, and reached into her hem with his right hand, stroking the warm and delicate skin on her back. He pressed down on her slender breasts irresistibly and pressed them against himself.

The coldness of the palm penetrated into the skin, causing Zhe Rou to tremble violently. His whole body felt as if it was soaked by snow water, and a piercing shudder ran up his spine in an instant.

Lu Chen panted rapidly.

Her slender neck was just within reach, and the pale blue blood vessels were faintly visible under her fair skin, beating rapidly with her breathing.

Lu Chen's Adam's apple rolled violently a few times, his teeth clenched unconsciously, and a violent urge suddenly arose in his heart, wanting to bite hard and make it bleed.

He barely suppressed the surging anger, turned his head to avoid the fragile vein, kissed her neck lightly, sucked for a while, and gradually lingered down.

The breath in front of him was hot and sharp, full of aggression, as if a sharp blade was pressed against his neck, ready to cut his skin and draw blood at any moment. Zhe Rou's heart trembled slightly, and he instinctively pressed against the door, wanting to escape.

Sensing her intention, Lu Chen suddenly exerted force in his hands, gripping her waist tightly and forcing her to straighten her back and move closer to him. He lowered his head, took one end of her nipple in his mouth through the fabric, and gently licked and bit it with a skilled strength.

A fine and long numbness mixed with a slight pain spread throughout her body. Zhe Rou opened her eyes wide in panic and struggled violently, trying to break free from his restraints.

Lu Chen held her waist tightly, as if to punish her. He suddenly used some force between his lips and teeth. She suddenly felt pain, her body trembled slightly, and she whimpered: "Lu Bingyan!"

After a long while, as if the anger in his heart had finally subsided, Lu Chen raised his head with a low gasp, touched her cheek with his hand, and nudged his nose against hers: "Miss, have you thought about me in these past few months?"

Zhe Rou turned her face away in resistance, "Let me go..."

Lu Chen's eyes were dark, and he stared at her for a long while. Suddenly, he grabbed her slender wrist and led her into his clothes irresistibly, with her palms against his naked back.

He was very thin and his back was slightly hunched. When she touched it with her fingers, she could clearly feel the outline of his protruding ribs.

Each one was as cold and hard as a knife, sharp enough to cut people.

Zhe Rou's fingertips trembled, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand out, but he held her wrist even tighter, making her unable to move.

"Hold me."

The voice was extremely low and hoarse, sounding like an order, but also like a plea.

Zhe Rou refused to obey and struggled to pull her hand back, but her fingertips accidentally touched a hideous bulge near his back, about an inch long, with a slightly hardened edge.

That's a scar.

Zhe Rou's movements suddenly stopped.

She knew every old wound on his body, but she had never seen this one on his back before.

Noticing her stiff pause, Lu Chen chuckled softly, "Did you touch it?"

Zhe Rou didn't say anything, but her fingertips subconsciously curled up slightly.

His tone was so calm, so flat that not a single ups and downs could be heard: "The assassin left it on the boat that night."

"I was poisoned by your tea, and my body lost control. I watched helplessly as the pirates on the ship stabbed me with a poisoned sword, which pierced my lung. If Yama's Palace hadn't refused to take me, I would be a pile of bones in the ground right now."

Zhe Rou's heart trembled suddenly, and she turned her face away hastily, her voice choked with an almost inaudible sob, "Why do you have to... pester me..."

"Xiaoxiao," Lu Chen lowered his eyes and looked at her, his heart aching. He said in a hoarse voice, "I haven't had a good time these past few months."

He lowered his head and buried his face deeply in the crook of her neck, his straight nose pressing against her delicate skin. His breath was hot, like an invisible silk thread, tightly wrapped around her neck.

His Adam's apple rolled as he repeated in a low voice, "Miss, I'm having a very bad time."

It seemed like she was showing weakness and begging for mercy, but the movements of her hands were strong and rough, tightly holding her waist and not allowing her to escape at all.

Zhe Rou felt bitter in her heart and choked up, "Lu Bingyan, it's all over..."

"I won't agree!" A sharp pain pierced his spine like a blade. He suddenly raised his head and asked through gritted teeth, "Miss, what do you want me to do in order for you to come back?"

Zhe Rou's lips trembled, and her nails dug deep into her palms. "It's too late to go back... Don't force me..."

"Why not?" Lu Chen's dark eyes glared at her coldly. After a while, Liang laughed, "Because of Mingqi?"

Zhe Rou pursed her lips and said nothing.

Lu Chen stared at her intently, the veins on his forehead throbbing rapidly. The string in his mind was stretched to its limit bit by bit, and the last bit of rationality he had left was almost strangled by her silence. At this moment, he suddenly heard her speak softly, "It has only a slight connection with him."

Lu Chen was so filled with hatred and anger that he almost laughed out loud.

It was irrelevant before, but now it is “somewhat”.

Zhe Rou took a deep breath, suppressing her surging emotions. She looked up into his eyes and said softly, "Lu Bingyan, I was the one who decided not to look back. As for Ming Qi... he said that we should try to go to another place and live a normal life... I agreed."

Lu Chen's pupils suddenly shrank, and the corners of his eyes turned red.

It was like a huge pot of boiling oil was poured over my head, and the anger in my heart exploded and burned to every part of my body.

Every inch of his muscles and bones seemed to be burned by flames. The pain was so severe that he didn't know what to do. He wished he could gouge out the contents of his chest and tear it apart so that it would never beat again.

Unable to bear it any longer, Lu Chen pinched her cheeks and lowered his head to kiss her deeply.

A whimper escaped Zhe Rou's throat, and she instinctively tried to break free, but Lu Chen held her tightly in his arms, forcing her to endure his assault, her breath completely snatched away.

After the long kiss, Lu Chen bit her lips lightly and said in a hoarse voice, "You are my first wife, and you can only have me."

"Tell me, you only want me."

Zhe Rou closed her eyes in pain, a feeling of sadness filling her heart.

It happens again.

He forced her like this again, forcing her to bow her head.

She doesn't want it, not even a penny.

"No!" She struggled to free herself with all her might, her chest heaving violently. She gritted her teeth and angrily said, "Lu Bingyan, I have nothing to do with you anymore!"

"It has nothing to do with me..." Lu Chen stared at her gravely, his eyes filled with hostility, and his voice suddenly rose, "You have something to do with Xie Mingqi, right?!"

Zhe Rou stared at him unwillingly, her lips pressed into a stubborn line, "...So what?"

The air suddenly stagnated.

After a while, the hand that was holding her cheek slowly moved down and lightly clasped her slender and fragile neck.

Lu Chen stroked her beating pulse with his fingertips. "Did he force you? He's been planning this for a long time, demanding a favor? Hmm?"

Zhe Rou's voice trembled slightly, and she barely suppressed a sob in her throat, but her tone was firm, "He is not you... Lu Bingyan, he is not you."

The hand around her waist suddenly tightened with such force that it almost broke her slender waist.

Zhe Rou took a deep breath in pain, but still bit her lower lip stubbornly, refusing to make a sound to show weakness.

A terrifying scarlet flush appeared in Lu Chen's eyes, and his breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy, like a wounded and trapped beast.

The two of them confronted each other for only a moment, and Lu Chen suddenly let go and leaned over, carrying the person onto his shoulders, and strode towards the bed in the inner room.

Before Zhe Rou could react, she suddenly felt dizzy and subconsciously grabbed the clothes on his back in panic.

After not seeing each other for several months, Lu Chen had lost a lot of weight. The clavicle on his shoulder was pressing against her abdomen like a knife, causing her a dull pain even through the thick winter coat. Her stomach was churning and a sour feeling rushed to her throat.

Realizing his intention, Zhe Rou's heart suddenly began to beat rapidly, and she struggled desperately on his shoulder, "Lu Chen, let me go! Put me down!"

However, Lu Chen seemed to have turned a deaf ear to her and let her pinch, scratch and beat him fiercely. He just held her in his arms without saying a word, pushed her hard into the bed, and tore off her clothes roughly.

Zhe Rou screamed and struggled hard, kicking and thrashing with her hands and feet, trying desperately to get up.

Lu Chen easily pushed her back, bent his knees and pinned her down on the couch. He leaned over and pinched her jaw, saying coldly, "Miss, scream louder so Mingqi can hear clearly from outside."

She had never thought that he could say such obscene words. Zhe Rou trembled all over, her eyes widened in disbelief. Furious, she raised her hand and slapped him hard. Although her voice was full of hatred, she couldn't help crying: "You bastard! Shameless!"

The tip of his tongue touched the numb side of her cheek. Lu Chen grabbed her hands behind her back and sneered, "We never had our wedding night together, and he never heard of it. Now that I think about it, it's a pity."