Chapter 18 Heartless and Wicked Woman, is your pregnancy true or false? ...
The door slammed shut, shaking off a layer of dust from the door frame.
Le Zhao, with her sharp eyes, was furious: "You actually let her stay in a place like this?"
Feng Yu'en bit the soft flesh in her mouth: "If we stayed in a magnificent inn, it would have been easy for you to find us..."
Le Zhao glared at him, wanting nothing more than to skin this brat alive. "I watched you grow up, but I never knew you had such a vicious heart."
Feng Yu'en's face was a mix of emotions. Knowing he had reached a dead end, he gritted his teeth, bent his knees, and knelt down.
Le Jin has reached the age to fulfill her marriage agreement. The Le family is the richest family in Shuzhou, while his family is just a silk merchant living nearby. Although they have some wealth, they are far inferior to the famous Meng family of Luojing. The Le family would never break off the engagement for his family.
But he didn't want to be destined to be apart from Le Jin; he only wanted to be with her day and night.
"Brother Zhao, I beg you, please grant us your blessing. My heart belongs entirely to Le Jin, and I would be devastated if I were separated from her!"
Taking advantage of his plea, Le Jin readily knelt down as well.
It wasn't for any "free love" reason; she just felt that if you're wrong, you have to admit it and have a good attitude.
After all, this is ancient times. If you don't kneel now, you might not have legs to kneel in the future.
She cherished her life.
However, the original owner was not a good-natured person. He indulged in sensual pleasures, was domineering and unruly, and often beat and killed servants for the slightest displeasure. How could he kneel down and admit his mistake for such a trivial matter as "eloping"?
Her sudden action startled both men, who glared at her.
Le Zhao was shocked: How much has Xiao Jin'er changed in the past three years?
Feng Yu'en was moved to tears. Childhood sweethearts, deeply in love, how could they possibly abandon each other in the face of disaster?
"Get up, why are you kneeling?"
Le Zhao placed his sword on the table, pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, and felt a headache coming on for her.
Le Jin felt as if he had been granted a pardon. Under Feng Yu'en's affectionate gaze, he quickly stood up, completely unaware that the kneeling man's expression had suddenly changed.
Le Zhao curled his fingers into a loose fist and tapped it on the wooden table with a clear "tap," like the gavel in a yamen.
His voice was weak, as if he feared Le Jin's answer but had no choice but to ask.
"...Is it true that you are pregnant?"
Depend on!
What kind of rumor is this?!
Le Jin's heart skipped a beat, and she swore to the heavens, "It's fake, absolutely fake."
Unexpectedly, one day, she, who had never even been in a relationship, had to clarify that she was not pregnant.
However, she was certain that this was false, because Meng Shutai had never been a stepfather to any child.
"Someone is definitely spreading rumors. They saw me leaving home and deliberately made things up about me. How wicked!"
Le Jin was afraid that Le Zhao would be angry, and only wanted to clear her name as soon as possible, but she didn't care that Feng Yu'en beside her had a furrowed brow and tugged at her skirt.
This little action was noticed by Le Zhao. As soon as Le Jin finished speaking, Le Zhao raised his foot and kicked Feng Yu'en.
He gritted his teeth, his jaw tightened, veins bulged on his neck, and hatred surged in his veins.
Feng Yu'en cried out "Ouch!" and rolled backward, crashing into the wooden door, which immediately cracked open.
Le Jin was too frightened to move, and watched helplessly as Le Zhao walked past her, grabbed Feng Yu'en by the collar, pulled her over, and threw a punch at her face.
"You keep saying you love my sister, yet you keep ruining her reputation!"
Le Zhao's eyes were bloodshot and his gaze was almost popping out of their sockets. He threw another punch at Feng Yu'en.
"You're the one who took her to brothels, you're the one who taught her how to patronize prostitutes, and you're the one who spread rumors and forced her to leave home. Do you think I don't know?!"
"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!" Feng Yu'en cried loudly, covering her head with her hands.
"I only did this because Le Jin wanted it to! The master and madam also agreed!"
Upon hearing this, Le Zhao's fist remained suspended in mid-air, refusing to fall for a long time.
Sure enough, no one in the family can escape responsibility for how my sister has become like this.
As the older brother, he was a merchant who did not fulfill his responsibilities as an elder brother; his parents doted on their younger sister and did not fulfill their parental duties. It was always Le Jin who beat people, and his parents would hand her the stick.
Feng Yu'en had followed Le Jin around since he was a child, and he would never dare to make a move unless she gave the order.
The mastermind behind this elopement that risked the reputations of three families was Le Jin.
Le Zhao angrily shoved Feng Yu'en's collar aside, knelt on one knee in front of him, and exuded an oppressive aura like a wild wolf.
“I don’t care what happened between you and Le Jin before. But now that she’s getting married and starting a family, I will never let you ruin her life.”
He stood up, grabbed Le Jin's forearm, and walked out.
This was the first time Le Jin had witnessed such a shocking scene of beating someone, and she was trembling with fear.
The key point is... what kind of good person would spread rumors about themselves being "pregnant before marriage"?
Oh no, oh no, oh no! If she goes back with Le Zhao, she'll be lucky to escape with her life, or at least suffer a terrible fate.
It was clearly the original owner's fault, yet she has to pay for it. The worst part is, this original owner tormented herself her whole life!
Le Jin was so frightened by the prospect of a dissolute life that tears welled up in her eyes.
Suddenly, she recalled a time when she was a child, when her parents miscalculated the accounts and mistakenly thought she had stolen money, and she stood alone in the corner wiping away tears.
How perfectly my feelings are now compared to those back then.
I have a bitter pill to swallow...
As he passed by Feng Yu'en, he suddenly couldn't resist grabbing Le Jin's ankle.
"Ah Jin, you clearly love me!"
Le Jin was startled by his action, but immediately turned to look at Le Zhao.
She's terrified of Le Zhao now. Based on Le Jin's experience over the past decade, the closer someone is to you, the more ruthless they'll be when they hit you.
Moreover, she could see clearly that Le Zhao was fully capable of it.
Le Zhao's brows were high and prominent, but now his brows were lowered, and his eyes were shrouded in shadow. He didn't speak, but just stared at Le Jin, waiting for her reaction.
Le Jin swallowed non-existent saliva with a bitter expression, not daring to get entangled with Feng Yu'en any longer. She kicked his hand away and put on a vicious look.
"Get out of here. I was just fooling you before. Stop dreaming."
"From this day forward, you are you, and I am me. We have no relation to each other anymore."
Feng Yu'en's pupils trembled, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted from the beating, and two streams of blood flowed from his nose. His appearance was terrible, and his voice was even more miserable.
"Ah Jin, how could you be so heartless?!"
"It was you who looked down on that sickly man from the Meng family, it was you who said that his weak body would prevent him from satisfying you after marriage, that's why we eloped!"
"It was you who felt depressed and urged me to find you some fun before I took you out for pleasure, Le Jin—"
A slap landed, and the hand that had struck the person quickly retracted behind their back, trembling uncontrollably.
Le Jin disliked violence, but just now she only had one thought in her mind: she absolutely could not let Feng Yu'en continue talking.
As if she'd been stepped on, she pointed at Feng Yu'en's flushed and bruised face and yelled, "Can't you understand human language?! If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll cut your tongue out!"
A feeling of utter devastation washed over me, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting open, with rubble and sand flying everywhere.
There was a time when she relied on Yuan Jingming's power and did not want to intimidate Jiang Xian, for fear of falling into depravity.
Now she's completely cornered, confirming her status as a wicked woman.
Fearing she wouldn't be able to hold on, Le Jin pulled Le Zhao away, her steps unsteady, and they fled.
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Leaning against the wall of her carriage, Le Jin kept pounding her chest.
"Stop jumping, stop jumping..."
After instructing the coachman and guards to set off for home, Le Zhao lifted the curtain and came in.
He sat opposite Le Jin, tossing his longsword aside, and gazing at Le Jin's flushed face with his arms crossed.
She used to be the type to look down on people with her chin, and she would never be so flustered and guilty.
Le Zhao was suspicious, but then she thought: when she left home, her younger sister was still young and loved to linger among women and indulge in romance, but now she knows to stay away from scoundrels and keep herself pure.
Perhaps Le Jin has really grown up?
After letting out a long sigh, Le Zhao regretted pushing her so hard.
"Although Feng Yu'en is a scoundrel, he is sincere towards you. It's understandable that you can't bear to part with him."
"No, no, no—" Le Jin quickly waved her hand. She couldn't get involved with Feng Yu'en; she still needed to find Meng Shutai to complete her mission.
“I really know I was wrong. I regretted it as soon as I left home! Why did I leave my parents and brother and abandon the place where I was born and raised? I was too willful. I will change from now on!”
Le Jin was spouting nonsense, trying her best to win back some goodwill.
Le Zhao was stunned for a moment, never expecting to hear such words from Le Jin in his lifetime. A soft laugh escaped from his lips.
"Look at you, when did you become such a coward?"
The carriage moved smoothly forward, and the warm, bright sunlight occasionally shone on Le Jin through the fluttering curtains.
She lowered her eyes pitifully and asked in a low voice the question she cared about most.
Will I be punished if I go home?
Suddenly, a cool hand touched Le Jin's forehead. Le Zhao leaned closer to Le Jin, tilted his head to look at her carefully, and smiled.
"You don't have a fever, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"But you're very angry..."
When has your brother ever been angry with you?
To be honest, Le Zhao had considered being ruthless when he returned this time. If Le Jin continued to act recklessly and cause trouble, he would definitely enforce family discipline, and his parents' intervention would be useless.
But when he first saw Le Jin at the inn, her submissive demeanor, teary eyes, and pitiful, terrified appearance softened his heart.
It's good that you admit your mistake.
Even if a younger sister is immature, her older brother will still take care of her.
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