Chapter 11
It seems that they also realized that their previous behavior was too much.
Jiang Qi explained shyly, "I learned those letters from books."
Lingwu gave a soft "hmm," and said, "Then you should carefully consider the books you read in the future before you read them."
Whether it was because of Ling Wu's gentle tone or something else, Jiang Qi's ears were burning.
He then pursed his lips and said in a somber tone, "I was too abrupt before. I didn't realize that my actions would displease Miss Bai and cause you trouble. It was my fault."
His subordinate is an incompetent person!
He confidently asserted that the book would be useful, but in the end, he might as well have done nothing at all.
Jiang Qi inwardly grumbled, but outwardly remained embarrassed.
Therefore, the current scene is extremely strange.
The woman spoke softly and gracefully; but the young man blushed and stammered shyly.
This caused the others to turn their heads to look, and what they saw made all the difference.
Take a closer look!
These were none other than Young Master Jiang and Miss Bai, the two most talked-about figures in Shengjing City!
The scrutinizing gaze made Jiang Qi frown slightly, and his jade-like, refined face turned cold.
"This place is crowded and noisy, Miss Bai, would you mind...?"
"No need." A sense of detachment returned to Ling Wu's eyes.
Jiang Qi instinctively forgot his surroundings and began to try to salvage the situation: "That's not what I meant. Please don't hate me." He lowered his eyes slightly, his lips bitter.
This pitiful posture sent shivers down the spines of those secretly watching.
Just as rumored, the aloof and arrogant Young Master Jiaoyue changed his proud and arrogant nature for the sake of Miss Bai.
I wonder what it is about Miss Bai that makes Young Master Jiaoyue so willing to do this?
Everyone couldn't help but speculate, their gazes falling on the Second Miss Bai.
She nodded slightly to them, the peeping onlookers, and then smiled sweetly, revealing endless beauty and gentleness.
In this way...
They seemed to understand why!
Jiang Qi felt a pang of bitterness. "Why does Miss Bai only dislike me? We only met for the first time that day at the Lantern Festival, and you already showed your dislike and disgust towards me."
Why is that?
He searched everywhere but found no evidence that he had ever offended her, and there was no animosity between the Bai and Jiang families.
Upon hearing this, Ling Wu slowly raised her eyes, gazing at the handsome face before her, which possessed a refined and elegant air, and slowly spoke:
"That day I said, 'Those who like something have countless reasons for liking it.'"
Her gaze was sincere, which instantly reminded Jiang Qi of his own scheme, and he looked away, not daring to look directly at her.
Lingwu continued, "This aversion is natural. However, you should know best why I feel this aversion."
She turned and lifted her skirt to leave, but after walking a short distance, she turned back to remind him, "Young master, you should go back to your room early today and make sure to lock the doors and windows at night."
After saying that, he didn't linger.
Beneath the magnolia tree, her silhouette was gentle, yet it resembled the extreme cold of the first frost and snow, chilling to the bone!
The disgust in Ling Wu's eyes when she looked at Jiang Qi had vanished, leaving only indifference.
Jiang Qi remained where he was, his face turning pale in an instant, a testament to his unease.
Before I could ask why, something suddenly occurred to me.
That night, when he rejected Su Meier, he saw the scheming in her eyes.
Jiang Qi unconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.
So... it was that obvious?
It turned out that she had always known, but had never exposed him.
It turns out that she was simply kind-hearted, not that she misjudged people.
On the contrary, they see people's hearts better than anyone else.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little gratified.
It also felt somewhat ironic, a self-mocking mockery of one's own foolish arrogance.
He watched Ling Wu's departing figure.
If he didn't care about these calculations and only wanted her simple nature, would she still despise him so much?
He didn't know, but Lingwu did.
Lingwu looked at the magnolias covering the mountains and listened to Qinglu's incessant chatter after she found her.
Mountain magnolia, a beauty that transcends the ordinary and lasts forever.
The moonlight is always beautiful; if it falls into the mortal world, how can it be eternal?
The predetermined ending will not change, and the process she drew will eventually become a knife in the future.
forgive?
Bai Lingwu will not forgive.
Ling Wu felt the heat slowly rising on her face and the strange sensation in her body, but her expression remained gentle and calm.
Although she tried to avoid contact with it, her body was getting weak because it was nearing the end of its lifespan, and she had stayed there for a while, so she inevitably became tainted with some of its fragrance.
Unexpected, yet also expected.
As the sun set, Lingwu was all alone, sitting by herself in a secluded and desolate place.
The young maid was not yet of marriageable age and knew nothing of matters between men and women.
Seeing that her complexion was off and she was becoming increasingly unable to walk, he decided to go ahead and call for help.
They were just afraid that if they were too late, it would worsen their young lady's condition.
He walked quickly and disappeared in an instant, before she could stop him.
"Tap tap—" Footsteps came from behind.
Ling Wu thought to herself, "Did Qinglu find the person so quickly?"
Her eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her slender lashes cast shadows.
As if catching a glimpse of crimson, his eyelids, heavy as lead, closed again...
She could only sense that the person first covered her with a robe, and then softly murmured "Amitabha".
Then she mustered all her strength to open her eyes again.
The face that came into view was both holy and eerie, with a cinnabar mole between its brows.
It seems that the difference between a holy monk and a demonic monk lies entirely in his mind.
"Liao Ji." Ling Wu's voice was gentler, but also more alluring.
When he saw her open her eyes and call him by his name again, Liao Ji's eyes flickered slightly.
His hands were long and slender, with distinct knuckles.
It's breathtaking at first glance.
At that moment, his hand rested on the woman's forehead, and the burning sensation made him frown slightly.
His soft voice, as if accompanied by a soothing chant, said, "Don't be afraid, benefactor..."
Lingwu closed her eyes.
The mortal realm has its own rules, and unless something transcends the mortal realm, she will not interfere with the body of the person making the wish.
Aside from the unexpected event of Ji, everything else was under her control.
When Liao Ji saw Ling Wu close her eyes without any defenses against him, he hesitated for a moment.
I don't know whether it's joy or a complex bitterness.
I am delighted by her lack of guardedness, yet bitter at the thought that her lack of guardedness might stem from his presence or from the monk's robes he wore.
Liao Ji looked somewhat dazed. Why was he thinking about these things?
Clearing his mind of all distracting thoughts, Liaoji said, "This humble monk has been very offensive; I hope the benefactor will forgive me."
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