Chapter Twenty-Seven: Arguing
Mu Mu arrived quickly.
The little girl lay beside Xu Chumian like a kitten, clinging tightly to her sister's arm.
The darkness concealed the complex expression on Xu Chumian's face.
She will have to talk to Zhao Yu again tomorrow.
Meanwhile, a tall, crane-like figure stood out in the courtyard.
Winter is approaching, and a cold wind is blowing in the mornings and evenings.
Zhao Yu seemed oblivious, and after some time, Guan Yan came to remind him, "Master, it's almost the end of Hai hour."
It was late at night when Zhao Yu finally left.
...
The next day, Xu Chumian woke up once in the early morning, took the medicine, and then fell back into a drowsy sleep.
When Xu Chumian woke up, she heard a noise coming from outside the courtyard; it was the sound of a man reading aloud.
Xu Chumian's injuries did not affect her legs and feet, and she was still able to get out of bed.
She walked to the door and saw Mu Mu writing with paper and pen at the stone table in the courtyard, while Zhao Yu read to her.
Zhao Yu didn't go to his shift.
Zhao Yu seemed to sense something, and he turned around to see Xu Chumian staring at him.
He frowned as he approached Xu Chuming. "You came out dressed so scantily?"
Xu Chumian was only wearing a thin shirt.
Zhao Yu leaned forward slightly, about to carry her inside, but Xu Chumian suddenly took a step back.
Zhao Yu's gaze turned cold, and his imposing aura, unique to those in power, pressed down on Xu Chumian. He took a step closer, and the woman retreated until she was pressed against the edge of the table.
There was no way to retreat.
Xu Chumian looked up at him; the door had been closed at some point.
At this point, only two people remained inside the room.
The close proximity caused Xu Chuming to feel inexplicably flustered, and she reached out to push Zhao Yu away.
But her strength was nothing more than a tickle to Zhao Yu.
Instead, Xu Chumian's wrist was wrapped around his arm, and with a pull from Zhao Yu, Xu Chumian fell into his embrace.
The man's eyes were as deep as an icy pool.
Xu Chumian's face turned pale, "Zhao Yu..."
Zhao Yu didn't look at her again. He bent down and picked her up. Xu Chumian frowned and pushed him away, saying, "Zhao Yu, let me go!"
Zhao Yu lowered his brows, his jawline tightening. "Don't move."
As soon as she said that, Xu Chumian moved even more violently.
Zhao Yu's grip on her shoulders and arms grew heavier and heavier, as if he wanted to embed Xu Chumian into his body. Finally, he placed her on the bed, and Xu Chumian stared at him with wide eyes: "Zhao Yu, I want to go back."
Zhao Yu tucked the blanket around Xu Chumian without paying attention to what she was saying.
Xu Chumian raised her voice again: "I said I want to go home!"
Zhao Yu stood with his back to the light beside the bed and said calmly, "Take care of your injuries first."
Xu Chumian pursed her white lips, staring straight at Zhao Yu, trying to reason with him.
"Zhao Yu, I can recover at home."
Zhao Yu scoffed: "Your house leaks when it rains?"
"you!"
Seeing that Xu Chumian was about to get angry, he calmed down and said, "Stay at Wenju, where someone will take care of you. Once you've recovered, you can go back to your shop."
Look.
This was Zhao Yu's plan.
Even after she recovered from her injuries, Zhao Yu wouldn't let her go.
Seeing that Zhao Yu remained unmoved, Xu Chumian said again, "He's coming back soon, I need to go back."
Zhao Yu's calm gaze seemed to see into Xu Chumian's heart, sending a chill down her spine.
Zhao Yu raised his hand and lightly touched the woman's cheek, his thumb rubbing against the corner of her lips. His tone was cold, "Chu Mian, stop talking about irrelevant people."
Xu Chumian pulled Zhao Yu's hand away, worried that Zhao Yu's methods might harm Xiao Qingyan.
Xu Chumian's silence made her look more like someone who had lied and felt guilty.
Seeing this, Zhao Yu felt less depressed. He raised his hand to gently stroke Xu Chumian's dark hair, but the woman seemed to have noticed beforehand. She wrapped herself in the quilt and crawled deeper into the bed.
Xu Chumian looked wary and defensive. "Zhao Yu, we have no relationship. You can't lay a hand on me."
"It doesn't matter?" Zhao Yu curled his lips. "Chu Mian, then let's be together."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Chumian felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Her face turned deathly pale.
Xu Chumian thought she had misheard. She stared straight at Zhao Yu and asked, "What did you say?"
Seeing Xu Chumian's reaction, Zhao Yu's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was almost calm, "If we get married, I will protect you and Mumu."
Xu Chumian's expression immediately changed, and she frowned: "Impossible... Zhao Yu, I don't like you, don't scare me like this."
Zhao Yu slightly lifted his eyelids, his dark eyes fixed on her: "Chu Mian, you just need to treat me the way you did before, and leave the rest to me."
impossible……
Absolutely impossible.
She will absolutely never have anything to do with Zhao Yu again.
She was still waiting for Xiao Qingyan to return.
“Zhao Yu, I have no feelings for you. For more than a month, I suffered every day. You are in a high position and have great power. You deserve a better woman.”
Xu Chumian's words were like needles piercing Zhao Yu's heart.
Zhao Yu's eyes turned cold. He pulled the quilt over and dragged Xu Chumian over.
The movement was too large, and Xu Chumian's inner garment was too loose, revealing her delicate collarbone and fair skin.
Other women?
Zhao Yu pinched Xu Chumian's chin and said, "Xu Chumian, I really want to dig out your heart and see if it's black."
Xu Chumian's chest heaved as she was about to speak when she noticed that Zhao Yu's eyes looked strange.
Having been husband and wife for several years in their past life, she knew Zhao Yu's gaze very well.
Xu Chumian covered herself with the blanket, her eyes trembling, "Zhao Yu, get out."
Zhao Yu straightened up, a sneer on his lips. Xu Chumian always knew how to annoy him.
He stood by the bed, his face cold and ruthless, a look Xu Chumian had never seen before.
Zhao Yu asked sarcastically, "You have someone you like?"
Xu Chumian glared at him with red eyes.
Zhao Yu had considered giving up, but Xu Chumian appeared in front of him time and time again, and it was her pitiful eyes that made Zhao Yu's heart soften time and time again.
This isn't Zhao Yu's fault; it was Xu Chumian who provoked him first.
He turned away, unwilling to look any longer. "If this person really exists, you'd better hide him well, otherwise..."
Otherwise, he himself wouldn't know what he would do.
Zhao Yu left with a cold face, while Mu Mu was still sitting in the courtyard waiting for him.
When the little girl saw him come out, she ran up to him.
Seeing Zhao Yu's stern face again, Mu Mu couldn't help but take a step back. The little girl was wearing a veil specially made for her by Xu Chumian, which covered half of her face, revealing only her large and bright right eye.
Zhao Yu took a deep breath. Seeing Mu Mu always reminded him of the child he had never met.
Perhaps it's a daughter who looks a lot like Xu Chumian.
Zhao Yu lowered his voice: "Finished reading?"
Mu Mu nodded emphatically.
Zhao Yu grabbed the little girl by the back of her collar and picked her up.
"Your sister is asleep. There are other books in the study. Take your time to choose."
Inside the house, Xu Chumian heard the commotion outside the courtyard and was furious. She hit the pillow several times, pretending it was Zhao Yu.
What exactly does Zhao Yu want to do?!
The entire room was filled with traces of Zhao Yu.
Xu Chumian called Xiao Tao over and asked her to find her a suitable outfit, as she was still wearing Zhao Yu's undergarments.
She frowned, suppressing her discomfort.
Xiao Tao was found through Guan Yan.
"There are no women's clothes in the manor, so these were bought this morning to fit Miss Xu's figure."
"We bought ten sets in total, let's see which one Miss Xu likes."
Xiao Tao nodded and carried the clothes inside. All the clothes were there, along with jewelry and hairpins.
Before changing clothes, Xiao Tao applied the medicine to Xu Chumian again.
The girl's beautiful body was ruined by these bloody whip marks, and Xiao Tao couldn't help but tear up.
Xu Chumian glanced at her shoulder, and couldn't help but frown. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She said softly, "It's okay, it will heal slowly."
Xiao Tao: "Fortunately, Lord Zhao found a lot of scar-removing ointments."
Xu Chumian lay on the pillow, pursed her lips, and said, "Keep this a secret for now, don't tell Qingyan."
Given Zhao Yu's methods, for Qingyan to confront him would be like throwing an egg against a rock.
"Also, don't mention Zhao Yu at home anymore."
"Xiao Tao understands."
After applying the medicine, Xu Chumian changed her clothes and hid Zhao Yu's undergarment in the closet, out of sight, out of mind.
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