"Is that so?" Feng Mo narrowed his eyes, seemingly dissatisfied. "But you weren't like this before. You used to..." He paused, not finishing his sentence. Although she had been cautious around him before, it was mostly out of shyness, not the distance and unfamiliarity she felt now.
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing smiled and said, "People change." She spoke as if everyone knew her very well.
The original owner liked him so much in the past, but he was indifferent and didn't even bother to look at her. Now, the two have long since broken off their engagement, and he is engaged to Rong Yiyi. Is it appropriate for him to talk about the past now?
Feng Mo stopped in his tracks, a slight thought crossing his mind. He turned to stare at her and asked, "Are you angry that I'm engaged to Rong Yiyi?"
Rong Qingqing looked at him with some surprise upon hearing this.
Which eye of his saw that she was angry?
What does his engagement to Rong Yiyi have to do with her? Why is she angry?
She wasn't the original owner of this body, and she had deep feelings for him.
"No, Your Highness, please don't overthink it. I am now the widow of the late Marquis Weiyuan. Your Highness should not say such things again; it wouldn't be good if others heard. Since Your Highness has nothing else to say, I will take my leave." Rong Qingqing didn't think there was any need for the two of them to interact. She didn't want to waste her breath on him. After speaking, she turned to leave.
The woman's impatience made Feng Mo feel uncomfortable. Seeing that she was about to leave, he subconsciously took a step forward and, before he realized it, had already grabbed her hand.
The woman's smooth, fair wrist made Feng Mo narrow his eyes slightly.
He had never touched a woman's skin before, and the warmth and touch from his palm gave him a strange feeling, causing his expression to freeze for a moment.
Rong Qingqing was taken aback when he suddenly pulled her. She paused for a moment, then her brows furrowed as she tried to pull her hand away. Her voice grew deeper as she said, "Third Prince, please have some self-respect!"
Feng Mo had already come to his senses and was about to let go of her, but seeing how much she rejected him, a strange anger rose in his heart. "Rong Qingqing!" he said in a slightly deep voice, "You really don't want to spend any more time with me?"
Rong Qingqing pursed her lips and glanced at him, wanting to say yes directly, but considering his status as a prince, she changed to a more tactful way of saying, "Your Highness, in principle, you are my future brother-in-law. If my sister were here, it wouldn't be a problem for me to stay a little longer. But now it's just the two of us, so we have to avoid suspicion, right?"
"It doesn't bother me much, after all, my reputation is already ruined. But it's different for you, Third Prince. You are a noble and upright prince with a bright future. If someone were to see you with a widow like me, it would inevitably cause gossip, and your reputation would be damaged. That wouldn't be worth it."
Feng Mo felt very uncomfortable hearing the word "widow" from her mouth, and sneered, "That sounds nice, as if you're thinking of me! Rong Qingqing, how come I didn't know you were so sharp-tongued? If you don't want to be with me, you can just say so, no need for this nonsense."
Rong Qingqing drew a black line on her forehead.
She was concerned about his feelings; since he didn't want it, why should she be polite?
"Since Your Highness understands, then I don't need to say anything more, do I?" She glanced at his hand. "Please let go, Your Highness!"
Feng Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, holding her hand firmly.
Rong Qingqing gritted her teeth, "You won't let go, huh?" She reached up to touch the hairpin in her hair, about to pull it out and give him a whack, when suddenly a cold and intimidating voice came from the side, "A prince, daring to harass a woman in the street, do you want to be impeached?"
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