Chu Huaixu's original intention was to mock him, but seeing him deny it several times, he naturally became unhappy again.
He leaned forward, hooked Song Ting's chin with his index finger, and smiled:
"Yes, I forgot, adults are the dogs."
Song Ting grasped his fingers in her palm and denied it for the third time: "No."
After saying that, he put a jade green thumb ring on Chu Huaixu's finger.
Chu Huaixu was almost driven to the brink of exasperation by him, and said in a gruff voice:
"Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey when you went out, and now you only know how to say these two words?"
"No--"
Seeing that he was about to say those two words again, Chu Huaixu angrily stopped him with a look.
Song Ting immediately shut her mouth, and after a moment said, "I have given you all my heart."
Chu Huaixu was feeding himself rice when he heard this, and his chopsticks stopped abruptly at his lips, a genuine look of surprise appearing on his face.
Clearly, they hadn't expected Song Ting to say that.
They'll be even angrier once they realize what's happening.
He slammed his hand on the stone table, glaring angrily at the man:
"Then the gentleman must have been born without such a thing."
"Hmm." To everyone's surprise, Song Ting nodded very seriously. "I wasn't born with it, I only have it because of you."
"..." Chu Huaixu fell completely silent.
This person is always like this, always using the most sincere and serious expression to say these sweet words.
It was as if he were truly sincere, and there was not a trace of pretense in his feelings.
Chu Huaixu was deceived by this facade back then. He gave everything he had, and even the entire Duanwang Mansion became this man's stepping stone.
At this very moment, when all the truth was revealed, the person's gaze remained unchanged, quiet, clean, and pure, without any impurities.
That's... such amazing acting skills.
No wonder he was completely fooled.
Chu Huaixu sneered, his fingers unconsciously stroking the thumb ring.
Once his racing heart had finally calmed down, he raised his hand and gestured to Song with the ring:
"What do you mean by this, sir?"
This thumb ring had always been on Song Ting's hand, and Chu Huaixu had never seen it leave his side.
"Seeing the thumb ring is like seeing me."
"..."
This was something Chu Huaixu hadn't expected; he looked at Song Ting with a puzzled expression.
"You're entrusting me with something so important, aren't you afraid I'll use it against you?"
Song Ting shook her head: "I'm not afraid."
Chu Huaixu laughed loudly and put the ring back on.
His hands were beautiful and fair, and when set against the backdrop of emerald green jade, they were even more captivating.
Inappropriately, Song Ting recalled how those hands had lingered over his body before, driving him to the brink of ecstasy.
My heart started pounding wildly, something was spreading through my boiling blood, and then slowly gathering at the tip of my heart.
His heart felt like it was being burned, so hot that he could hardly breathe, and he could only helplessly and futilely try to suppress the impulse.
He dared not think any further, picked up the teacup beside him, and gulped down a bellyful of cold water. Because he drank it too quickly, he choked and coughed.
This disheveled appearance made Chu Huaixu laugh again.
"It seems that our Empress Dowager not only doesn't give the adults food, but she also won't let them drink water."
"My lord, you have truly had a hard time these past few days..."
He deliberately moved closer, placing his palm on Song Ting's thigh and his other hand on his chest.
The heart beneath his palm beat faster and harder because of his movement.
The executioner, who had killed countless people, showed a rare hint of panic and unease in his eyes.
Chu Huaixu found it amusing, let go of her hand, and turned around to sit back down.
Song Ting instinctively followed, but was forced back by a finger pressed against his heart.
"My lord, you have worked hard serving the Empress Dowager these past few days, please eat more."
Like a gentle and considerate man, he picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and fed it to Song Ting's mouth, but she gently avoided it.
Chu Huaixu raised an eyebrow in surprise: "What, are you disrespecting me, sir?"
"no."
"So you think slaves are dirty?"
Song Ting looked somewhat displeased: "You're not allowed to talk about yourself like that."
Chu Huaixu sneered and put down his chopsticks: "Then you may eat by yourself, my lord. I will not keep you company."
The way he acted made it seem as if he were the master of the house, and Song Ting was a servant who needed to rely on him to survive.
The latter showed no anger, but frowned deeply, trying to pull the angry person back, but then stopped for some reason.
"I just... haven't eaten meat for many years," Song Ting explained.
"What?" Chu Huaixu seemed to have heard something amusing and suddenly laughed. "Sir, are you joking with me?"
"I didn't," Song Ting denied in a low voice.
Chu Huaixu pressed closer to him: "Do you think I'd believe that? Who was it that almost got into a bloody fight with other beggars over a meat bun back then?"
He stared intently into Song Ting's eyes, trying to discern whether she was being sincere or feigning.
"Could even this be a lie to me?"
Song Ting's expression shifted slightly, and she said with restraint, "It's me."
The two first met on Zhuque Street. The aloof nobleman rode his horse past Song Ting and saw the child fighting with other beggars for food.
There was also a nearly decomposing corpse wrapped in a straw mat nearby.
The young nobleman took pity on the person and brought him back to his residence.
The deceased relatives are fake, the little beggar's identity is fake, even his love of eating meat is fake...
So, what in everything that this person presents to him is actually real?
Chu Huaixu had countless times felt that he was ridiculous.
He regretted it countless times, wondering why he had to go out that day and why he had picked up that dirty little beggar and brought him home.
"I'm not lying to you."
"It's good that you admit it, sir." Chu Huaixu closed his eyes and exhaled almost imperceptibly. "Since that's the case, why are you still lying to me about not eating meat?"
Song Ting raised her head under his intense gaze and stared intently into his eyes:
"We used to eat it, but we don't eat it anymore."
Chu Huaixu sneered, "Could it be that you've killed too many people and want to accumulate some good karma?"
Song Ting frowned as usual, but did not deny Chu Huaixu's guess.
"Hahahaha..." Chu Huaixu suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard he couldn't stop.
"Everyone says that walking at night too much can make you afraid of ghosts, but I never thought that someone as high-ranking as the Commander would also be afraid of these things."
“…” Song Ting remained silent.
Chu Huaixu's expression grew even colder: "But what's the use, Song Ting? You're destined for hell."
"The sixty-five people in the Prince Duan's mansion, along with those who died unjustly at your hands, will drag you down to hell sooner or later."
"Song Ting, the crimes you have committed are too numerous to count, you cannot escape..."
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