Chapter Thirty-Three: Zhao Yu's Wrath, Xu Chumian is His Wife
Xu Chumian watched Xiao Qingyan ride away.
She turned to go inside, but out of the corner of her eye she suddenly caught sight of a completely black carriage at the end of the alley.
There were no coachmen in the vicinity.
Xu Chumian frowned, looked away, and just as she took a step, she heard footsteps behind her.
Before Xu Chumian could react, the person grabbed her arm and dragged her outside.
The familiar scent of cedar wafted to her nose, and even without seeing the face, Xu Chumian knew who it was.
It's Zhao Yu...
Xu Chumian staggered, grabbing Zhao Yu with her other hand, "Zhao Yu, let go of me! I won't leave!"
"Zhao Yu, where are you taking me?"
Zhao Yu's expression was extremely cold, with a hint of uncontrollable madness about him.
Without saying a word, he easily picked up Xu Chumian and carried her into the carriage.
Guan Yan appeared out of nowhere and stood guard at the entrance of the courtyard.
The carriage was very cramped.
Zhao Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and his once deep, dark eyes were now filled with rage, like rolling clouds, which made Xu Chumian shudder.
She disliked this oppressive feeling; it made her uncomfortable and fearful.
Even in his previous life, Zhao Yu had never looked at her like that.
For a fleeting moment, she thought she saw Zhao Yu, the regent from her past life who wielded an iron fist and consolidated his power.
She instinctively shrank back, her scalp tingling, a chill running down her spine.
“Zhao Yu…”
Zhao Yu pulled Xu Chumian in front of him and forced her to sit on his lap. He then grabbed the woman's two slender white wrists with his other hand.
He tightened his jawline, looking like a demon from hell, his eyes fixed on her.
Xu Chumian's heart pounded like a drum, and her back was soaked with cold sweat.
"When did you and Xiao Qingyan start dating?"
Xu Chumian clenched her fists, her lips dry. "You know him?"
Now, the first thing Xu Chumian asked was about Xiao Qingyan.
An unnamed fire of jealousy ignited in Zhao Yu's heart, and his face turned terrifyingly gloomy and icy cold.
"What? It won't work?"
He pinched Xu Chumian's chin, forcing her to lift her face.
Xu Chumian's mind was in chaos. "Let me go. My affairs are none of your business."
"Irrelevant?"
"Do you want me to recall how you begged me back then?"
"Xu Chumian, who do you think I am, Zhao Yu? You think you can come and go as you please?"
Zhao Yu's tone was cruel and indifferent, something Xu Chumian had never seen before.
Xu Chumian's eyes were red as she avoided Zhao Yu's sharp gaze: "Enough! Stop talking!"
The initial encounter was too unpleasant for Xu Chumian to recall.
Zhao Yu released Xu Chumian's hand.
With her restraints removed, Xu Chumian instinctively wanted to run away.
But Zhao Yu moved extremely quickly. Before she could even react, the man pulled her back and pinned her down.
Zhao Yu's voice was deep and devilish, his jealousy and dissatisfaction about to burst forth.
"You don't want to hear it? Xu Chumian, you seduced me first. This game isn't something you can just end whenever you want."
Xu Chumian raised her foot to kick Zhao Yu, but her lower body was pinned down by Zhao Yu and she couldn't move at all.
Driven by anger and terror, her eyes turned red with rage.
"Zhao Yu, let go of me, let's talk this out."
Zhao Yu was unwilling to admit it, but even now, seeing Xu Chumian's tears still softened his heart.
Zhao Yu forced himself to calm down, then leaned down and kissed Xu Chumian's forehead.
"Chu Mian, tell me, how did you two meet? When did it start?"
Xu Chumian glared at him with red eyes, her body limp, unable to speak.
"You won't tell? I have plenty of ways to find out."
Xu Chumian's mind was constantly on edge, her hands and feet were bound, and the only thing she could move was her mouth.
"Zhao Yu, I already told you when I visited! I don't like you, I have someone I like!"
Xu Chumian's words once again pushed Zhao Yu to the brink of rage.
The woman before him must be Zhao Yu's wife!
I shouldn't get entangled with anyone else.
Especially with Xiao Qingyan.
Zhao Yu was a chosen one of heaven, proud all his life. When had he ever acted like a fool and been played with like a fool?
Xu Chumian tried to keep her voice calm: "Zhao Yu, Xiao Qingyan treats me very well. He can give me the life I want."
Zhao Yu sneered, his eyes growing colder and colder.
What kind of day do you want?
"Tell me, if Xiao Qingyan saw this now, what would he do?"
Xu Chumian shook her head, her eyes red: "Zhao Yu, Qingyan is innocent, you can't touch him!"
Xu Chumian's words pierced Zhao Yu's heart like a sharp knife.
"It seems you still don't know who Xiao Qingyan is?"
Xu Chumian had a vague sense of unease.
Her hair stood on end.
"What do you mean?"
Zhao Yu pinched Xu Chumian's chin, his face frighteningly cold.
"Xiao Qingyan, a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, is the second son of Prince Ding and holds a noble status."
"Do you think he's an ordinary person who would willingly live with you in this small courtyard?"
Zhao Yu's angry voice echoed in her ears like a thunderclap. She stared blankly at Zhao Yu, her voice slow and deliberate.
"What did you say?"
She had thought that Xiao Qingyan's family was wealthy, but she never imagined that they were actually royalty.
Zhao Yu, expressionless, stroked Xu Chumian's long hair.
"So, come back to Wenju with me, and I can give you everything you want."
Xu Chuming's eyes widened, her eyelashes trembling: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Zhao Yu, you can't force me!"
Zhao Yu felt a heavy weight in his heart. "Forced?"
Xu Chumian turned her face away, and two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks.
Zhao Yu lowered his voice and leaned close to Xu Chumian's ear, his warm breath brushing against her soft skin.
Did I force you to take your clothes off?
"Did I force you to make a promise that you would do anything for me?"
Zhao Yu's words stripped away what little self-respect she had left.
Xu Chumian looked sorrowful and took a deep breath:
"Zhao Yu, I was wrong before. Knowing it was the wrong path, we should have stopped the damage in time."
"I just want to live a simple life with Mumu."
Zhao Yu straightened up, his eyes devoid of warmth.
"It's too late."
Xu Chumian looked at him with her wet eyes, "What do you mean? What are you going to do?"
Zhao Yu's eyes grew darker and darker: "Chu Mian, you are destined to be my wife."
"You can't escape."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Xu Chumian's forehead. For a moment, she seemed to see Zhao Yu from her past life again.
Zhao Yu called out, "Guan Yan."
Guan Yan immediately went to the carriage.
"Back to Wenju."
Zhao Yu held Xu Chumian tightly the whole time, not letting her move an inch.
"I want to get off."
Zhao Yu remained unmoved.
Xu Chumian raised her voice and repeated, "I said I want to go down!"
Zhao Yu remained expressionless and coldly ordered, "Drive the carriage!"
Xu Chumian struggled incessantly against Zhao Yu, crying out, "Zhao Yu, you bastard! Let me go!"
Zhao Yu: "Me, a bastard? Xu Chumian, when have I ever not been there for you when you needed me most?"
"Where was Xiao Qingyan when Zhao Chenyu was pressuring you? Who rescued you when you were imprisoned?"
"Xu Chumian, you can't be so biased."
Xu Chumian took a deep breath, tears streaming down her face.
"Zhao Yu, please let me go."
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