Seeing him leave, Chunlu immediately scrambled to her feet, took the still soundly sleeping young master from the cradle, unaware of the danger, and dared not leave him to sleep alone any longer. She took a few things and returned to her room, locking the door tightly behind her.
Just now, the man's eyes were filled with a fierce light, and his entire body exuded a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine, as if he wanted to strangle his own son with his own hands. It was absolutely terrifying; he seemed possessed by a ghost. How could he suddenly act like this? If she hadn't intervened, she doubted he would have actually done it!
Huo Jingsha carried a jar of wine, occasionally tilting her head back to take a big gulp, then stumbled back to her room, sat on the edge of the bed in a panic, and stared at her palms.
Those hands... almost killed his own son. In that instant, he truly wanted to do it; he went mad, nearly becoming a monster devoid of humanity. Fortunately, Chunlu's words jolted him awake, otherwise he would have committed an irreparable mistake!
His face was filled with unspeakable regret and grief, his hands trembling uncontrollably! If he had really killed Xiaobao by mistake, not only would Yao'er not forgive him, but he himself... would have no face to live on!
Yao'er... Yao'er... Are we destined to be apart in this life? He buried his face in his hands and wept bitterly, realizing with shock that his wife truly valued everything in his heart, even to the absurd point of being willing to kill his son to get her back. Had he really become a beast? No... Even tigers don't eat their cubs, he was even worse than a beast!
In his eagerness to calm his panic, he drank heavily, and in no time, the entire jar was empty.
In a daze, he suddenly saw a familiar hem of a skirt appear before his eyes, and then a hand gently rested on his shoulder. Huo Jingsha slowly looked up along the plain skirt... "Yao'er..."
She was smiling at him, her gentle expression just as it always had… “Jing Sha, you still have me…” The woman lowered her head and kissed his cold lips. “I will always be by your side, I will never leave you, you still have me… you still have me…” She kissed him tenderly, untied his belt, opened his shirt, and slipped one hand inside.
"Yao'er, you forgive me? You're really back?" The alcohol made his head blurry and his vision unfocused. He only remembered that the clothes were Yao'er's favorite color. He was confused and couldn't tell if this was real or a dream.
"Mmm...it's me, Jing Sha. I'm your wife. Please love me, okay? Don't be sad anymore. I can make you happy." She kissed his chest gently.
He shuddered, then tightly embraced the soft body before him and suddenly kissed her lips. His Yao'er had truly returned.
"Do you love me? Say you love me! Say you love me!" she cried, hugging his head.
"I love you, I love you, Yao'er, I only love you, I belong to you for the rest of my life!" He hugged her tightly.
"I need you, my husband... kiss me, don't let go!"
"Okay!" He carried her to the bed, eager and desperate to possess the body he had longed for so intensely. But the old Taoist's words instantly flooded his confused mind—if he insisted on rekindling his relationship with his wife, she would surely suffer a ruptured intestine and die again within three days. Even the most powerful immortal would be unable to save her then!
He suddenly woke up, panicked, and scrambled off her, retreating far away from the bed.
"Husband?"
The sound made his heart skip a beat, and his bright eyes followed the sound.
Scattered around the bed was Yao'er's favorite long dress, and beside the pillow lay Yao'er's hairpin, but lying on the bed was—Yuefang!
Yuefang was still immersed in her tenderness with him, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, wondering why he had so heartlessly pushed her away when he was overcome with emotion.
“Jing Sha…” Yue Fang tried to call him back, but suddenly saw a wicked smile curl up at the corner of his mouth. In the next instant, he pounced on her and grabbed her throat with his large, fan-like hand. He was going to kill her!
"Jing, Jing Sha, let me go!" She struggled, desperately twisting her legs, but the more she called his name, the tighter the grip on her hands became. Terrified, she could only obediently call him "Sir," but it was all in vain. Her eyeballs bulged from being choked, and her neck was about to snap. The fear of death rendered her powerless. Just when she thought she was about to die, he was suddenly pulled away by a force—it was Xu Chang who had arrived just in time.
Yuefang escaped death and, upon regaining her freedom, tumbled off the bed and hid in a corner, trembling uncontrollably. Then she burst into tears, realizing that she had almost lost her life.
"My lord...my lord...please calm down. There's still a use for her in the manor. You can't kill her yet." Xu Chang used all his strength to hold onto Huo Jingsha's waist tightly, but perhaps Yue Fang's behavior really angered the lord. With a flick of his arm, he pushed Xu Chang far away.
Huo Jingsha strode up to Yuefang, ignoring her screams, grabbed her collar, and pulled her up. *Slap...* The first slap made Yuefang's face swell up; *Slap...* The second slap caused blood to trickle from the corner of her mouth; *Slap...* The third slap left Yuefang half-conscious, like a thin little chick, her arms and legs dangling in the air.
After that shove, Xu Chang knew his master was enraged, and could only kneel to the side and watch helplessly, not daring to step forward to stop him. Half an hour ago, Chunlu had sent Xia Hong on a fast horse to find him, saying that his master had gone mad and the young master might be in danger. He hadn't believed it; even if something had happened, his master wouldn't lay a hand on his own son. Now, seeing this, he was indeed insane. Three slaps like that would be unbearable for any normal man, let alone Yuefang, a frail woman. Her nose was probably broken, and her jaw might even be shattered.
"Speak! Why did you dress up as Yao'er? What right do you have to wear her clothes and jewelry?" he demanded sharply, his fierce appearance resembling a demon ready to devour people.
"I...I just wanted to comfort you..." Yuefang replied incoherently, vomiting blood with each word she spoke.
"Shut up!" Huo Jingsha gripped her tightly and shook her violently, roaring furiously, "Besides Yao'er, who can comfort me? You? You don't even deserve it! Do you think you can confuse me by wearing Yao'er's clothes? I love her, and I will only touch her! You bitch, believe me or not, I'll turn you into a human pig too?"
Yuefang's ears and head were ringing from the blows, and her cheeks were so painful she had lost all feeling. Normally, she would never open her mouth to provoke the adults again, but today she was going all out. "But you... just now, almost... just now..." Suddenly, she stopped speaking because she saw the murderous intent in his eyes again, and she shrank her shoulders in fear.
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