But Chu Huaixu still harbored hatred and resentment, and wouldn't buy into his act at all.
"What, if I say no, are you going to feed me, sir?"
Song Ting had originally planned to do so, but he hadn't forgotten how furious Huai Xu had been, and fearing that Huai Xu was still angry, he dared not act rashly.
He appeared calm and composed, but inside he was extremely nervous.
Chu Huaixu finally realized this, and the smile on his lips became even more pronounced.
He deliberately adopted a contemptuous tone and asked, "So, how does the master intend to feed him?"
“…” Song Ting looked up.
From the incident at the cemetery to Chu Huaixu's collapse and coma, Song Ting didn't dare close her eyes for a whole day and night. Now her eyes were bloodshot and she looked very tired.
But his gaze toward Chu Huaixu remained as clear and devout as ever.
He lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and, under Chu Huaixu's somewhat astonished gaze, covered his slightly warm lips with the tea, transferring it from his mouth to Chu Huaixu's.
A trace of water remained on Chu Huaixu's lips. Song Ting leaned closer and licked it clean, bit by bit. Then, her tongue parted Chu Huaixu's lips, their breaths mingling: "...Feed him like this."
Chu Huaixu had been holding back a ball of anger in his chest, which was making him restless. Now it suddenly erupted, and the blood in his body seemed to boil.
"I know I was wrong, please don't be angry with me." In Chu Huaixu's panic, Song Ting grasped his hand and intertwined their fingers.
He then pressed their clasped hands against his chest, "It actually hurts a lot... I just..."
The fingertips in his palm trembled violently, Chu Huaixu's face was pale, his gaze was unsteady, and even his lips trembled.
"This is your own doing..." He wanted to tell Song that this was her own fault, but the words wouldn't come out no matter what he said, and he stared at her intently.
Song Ting looked at him intently, her gaze burning, Chu Huaixu's figure clearly and deeply reflected in her dark eyes.
Only Chu Huaixu.
This person has always been like this; the expression in those eyes when they look at him has never changed. It's just that Chu Huaixu was trapped in the fire five years ago, and his eyes were burned by the fire. He can't believe or trust this person.
In his eyes, all of Song Ting's deep affection was pretentious and an illusion.
He'd already been fooled once, how could he dare to believe it a second time?
And Song Ting was indeed lying to him.
He was lying to him, as expected.
"Just what?" Chu Huaixu gritted his teeth in hatred at the thought of those things. "Just that they didn't want me to know, so they would keep it from me even if it meant death?"
Song Ting lowered her head, looking listless, more like an injured puppy abandoned by its owner.
After his outburst, Chu Huaixu finally calmed down, but seeing Song Ting like this, he was still both angry and helpless.
"Song Qingxiang, have you forgotten that you are my little dog? Before making your own decisions, you have to ask your master's opinion first."
"Obedient puppies please their owners. Puppies like you who like to act on their own are generally considered inferior puppies who don't know the rules and will be disliked by their owners."
“Nobody wants a disobedient puppy, don’t you think, Lord Song?”
"No." Song Ting leaned in to kiss his chin, then eagerly nibbled at his Adam's apple, as if trying to leave her mark on Chu Huaixu.
The latter grabbed his chin and, turning him around, bit his lip [ignoring], "Now you know you don't want it anymore?"
Song Ting subconsciously lowered his head, but his face was being pinched by Chu Huaixu, so he couldn't move at all. He glanced down helplessly.
Even though he was the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, who held the power of life and death over almost everyone in the world, most of his power and influence did not come from the emperor, but from his own hands.
But in front of Chu Huaixu, he was still that stray dog that Huaixu had picked up from the roadside and taken home. If Chu Huaixu liked him, he would wag his tail happily; if Chu Huaixu didn't like him, he would droop his ears sadly.
Even when Chu Huaixu cursed him, kicked him, and tried to kill him, he remained loyal and humbly sought only the smallest favor.
Chu Huaixu felt an uncontrollable pang of heartache and an uncontrollable grumbling.
Song Ting kept his head down, but Chu Huaixu wouldn't let him have his way: "Raise your head and look at me."
Song Ting never dared to disobey him; he did whatever Chu Huaixu said.
The puppy cautiously raised its eyes, its eyes moist, brimming with love and fear—emotions so full they were about to overflow.
Their eyes met. At this moment, Song Ting looked incredibly innocent, but Chu Huaixu was completely fooled by him. He knew all too well what the real Song Ting was like behind that innocent expression.
—This person is too ruthless. He's ruthless to others, ruthless to himself, and even more ruthless to others.
He wasn't as obedient as he seemed; he wasn't a pitiful puppy, he was a vicious dog. Or even a vicious wolf.
—It always has been. It has never changed.
—She was only willing to sheathe her claws and fangs and submit to him.
—And he was completely fooled, genuinely believing that he had found and rescued a homeless puppy that was on the verge of freezing to death.
“Song Qingxiang, I’m furious. Before you even returned from the palace, I even thought about leaving and never seeing you again.”
Before he could finish speaking, his hand was grabbed tightly. Chu Huaixu smiled and patted him gently as if to reassure him, "Don't worry, I haven't left yet."
Song Ting remained tense.
“Do you know why I didn’t leave? It’s because I’m not reconciled,” Chu Huaixu said calmly. “I want to hear you tell me yourself, Song Qingxiang. I’ll give you a chance to tell me what really happened back then.”
Song Ting's eyelashes trembled, her expression restrained.
"Don't get any other ideas. I want to hear the truth. Think it over before you speak. I'm only giving you this one chance. If I find out you're hiding something, I'll leave immediately."
"This time, I'll make sure you never find me again."
"Song Ting, I will not be soft on you in this matter."
This threat was quite effective; Song Ting was almost stunned and speechless for a long time.
Chu Huaixu pressed on, "Song Qingxiang, tell me now, are you going to confess or not?"
"Yes!" Song Ting instinctively grabbed his hand. He was genuinely worried that Chu Huaixu would leave, and he was also afraid that Huaixu would get angry.
Yan Qingshan said that given Huaixu's current physical condition, he should not experience great sorrow or joy.
Chu Huaixu glanced at Song and remained silent, seemingly waiting patiently for Song to explain himself.
Song Ting naturally understood this as well. He glanced at Huai Xu, then pursed his lips, and after a while, slowly spoke:
"Actually, the prince always knew that Zhang Bingzhi wanted to harm him..."
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