Chapter 120: Feigned Intent
She overcame her rational hurdle, but not her own. Thinking about it carefully, she still felt a little nauseous. If it weren't for Wang Lianhua's face mitigating the nausea, Xie Huailing probably would have had to grit her teeth to agree.
Rather than speaking to Bai Feifei, she was speaking to herself. She talked on and on, saying, "Well, at least I got my hands on the 'Heavenly Cloud Five-Flower Cotton' and the 'Bewitching Mind and Dreaming Technique,' which is a gain I never expected. It also provides new security for my plan to deal with the 'King of Pleasure.' Besides... it's still uncertain how this marriage will ultimately turn out."
Xie Huailing couldn't possibly be unaware of Wang Yunmeng's intentions. Having navigated the treacherous waters of the martial world for decades, understanding what the "Yunmeng Fairy" was thinking would be as simple as turning a page in a book for Xie Huailing. What difference was there between her supposedly profound schemes and those written on blank paper? Xie Huailing knew perfectly well that Wang Yunmeng intended to use him to reclaim her position at the pinnacle of power in the martial world after her plans were accomplished. For this, she hadn't hesitated to sell her own son to Xie Huailing as a tool.
Wang Lianhua was undoubtedly unruly. Xie Huailing didn't know what Wang Yunmeng had instructed her to do, but asking Wang Lianhua not to lay a hand on Xie Huailing was as absurd as asking Xie Huailing not to lay a hand on Wang Lianhua. At least if it were Xie Huailing, she would find it very difficult to resist stabbing him. Especially after this incident, the fact that the two of them didn't vomit when they met was purely because they were both good-looking and couldn't go against their own aesthetic standards.
Now that things have come to this, all we can do is deal with it as it comes. After Xie Huailing finished speaking, her helplessness was carried by the night wind, carrying with it a rare hint of desolation. She went to look at Bai Feifei, but unexpectedly, she was met with a look of disgust.
After learning about Wang Lianhua's background, Bai Feifei's aversion to him was no less than Xie Huailing's. Moreover, given the current situation—her best friend was suddenly going to marry such a man after only a short time away—and considering her relationship with Wang Lianhua, the fact that her blood pressure didn't explode was a testament to her superior mental fortitude. She quickly frowned, a few striking expressions of hatred clearly visible on her brows, as conspicuous as red spots on snow.
Finally, she relaxed her brow, but not completely let go, and said, "Fine, he's just a man. If you like him, keep him for a few years; if you don't, send him to his death as soon as possible. Why bother giving him any more credit?"
Bai Feifei gave another cold laugh and didn't mention the matter again.
The two returned to the house. Xie Huailing was too sleepy to delay any longer. After saying goodbye to Bai Feifei, he went back to his bedroom, but he still couldn't fall asleep because he still had a letter to write to Su Mengzhen.
She tried to find a bittersweet moment, thinking that at least the letter wasn't finished before she left, so she didn't have to rewrite it from scratch—that was the only good news. But having to deceive Su Mengzhen and fabricate a story about her fate with Wang Lianhua was just too much of a torment for her.
Xie Huailing had no intention of using his extensive knowledge of the book on this matter. After writing a long string of words while holding his nose, he left a line in the corner of the letter: "You must believe me, sir." He then drew a little figure of himself with a crying face and blurry eyes. He could not write another word. He felt a churning in his stomach and was about to vomit.
After finishing writing, she went to sleep, filled with deep sighs about her future and worries about Su Mengzhen's blood pressure, before drifting into a deep slumber.
Xie Huailing considered Bai Feifei's blood pressure and Su Mengzhen's blood pressure, but forgot about one person: Shaman.
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Shaman is the most ambitious woman in the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion, and also the youngest head steward in the pavilion's history. She is undoubtedly a first-rate figure among her peers of swordsmen, with outstanding abilities and high regard. If nothing unexpected happens, after accumulating enough seniority under Xie Huailing, she will rightfully rise to a high-level position in the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion.
However, as expected, something unexpected happened. Sharman felt that his career had been challenged.
This is actually not a big deal. Xie Huailing provokes her every day and tries to provoke her in different ways. Shaman has come to see this as a kind of training, but she never thought that she had a big job waiting for her.
"What do you mean? You went out last night and then told me you'd finalized a deal and you're getting married?"
"I can't really explain this, but you have to believe me."
"...You are not worthy of my trust at all!"
Although she said that, Shaman still held her nose and listened to Xie Huailing's nonsense, fuming like a penguin. But after all the anger, she had to sigh, wipe the cloud off her face, and resignedly speak to her superior: "I understand you have your own plans, but can't you sometimes consider other things? Never mind, I'm afraid you've already found your purpose, so I'll handle it."
Shaman had long since stopped questioning any of Xie Huailing's actions. When Xie Huailing said she was going to get married, she really meant it. And as her adjutant, she was there to deal with these things, which Shaman understood perfectly well.
She wanted to ask Xie Huailing about the arrangements, but before she could speak, a series of sharp cracking sounds came from the direction of the door. The object fell to the ground, and the fragments and the lingering sound pierced the air together.
A bad premonition leaked out from behind the leaky air. Xie Huailing inwardly cried out in alarm, but there was no chance to turn back. The person who should never have heard this news stood blankly at the door, the fruit plate in her hand shattered into countless pieces of all sizes, and the fruit she had specially brought to share with her good friend had rolled away to who-knows-where.
Xie Huailing knew that covering her mouth was futile, so it was better to wait for Zhu Qiqi's emotions to subside.
Zhu Qiqi was exactly the same. Hearing that her best friend was suddenly and inexplicably getting married without her knowledge, the one who wasn't angry was this (thumbs up), while she was clearly this (thumbs down). So fast that even Shen Lang couldn't react, Zhu Qiqi had already taken three steps in one, her lightness skill never having been so good, and in an instant she was in front of Xie Huailing. Then, gathering her energy in her dantian, she shouted, "Marriage?!?"
She grabbed Xie Huailing's hand and shook it, her eyes practically brimming with disbelief: "Getting married? How come you're suddenly getting married? I had no idea!"
A deep, betrayed pain was etched on her face. Zhu Qiqi, tears welling in her eyes, said, "I told you I liked Shen Lang the third time I saw you. Why didn't you tell me you liked someone else? Did you have better friends? Say something! Why won't you say anything?! Am I some insignificant person? You two have been keeping everything from me!"
"Alright, alright, Qiqi." Shen Lang was indeed the kind-hearted Shen Lang. At this moment, he also wanted to avoid arguing no matter what, so he stepped forward and coaxed Zhu Qiqi gently, then pulled her into his arms. "Miss Xie must have her reasons for doing this. You two have such a good relationship, why would she hide anything from you?"
Xie Huailing, who had actually kept quite a bit of the secret from him, looked away and rubbed his aching ears.
She didn't know what to say. The whole thing was rather absurd, but the marriage was an undeniable fact. Just then, Bai Feifei entered the room and knocked on the open door, drawing everyone's attention to the chaotic scene inside.
Her frail figure seemed fragile, and seeing everyone looking at her, she timidly shrank back. Bai Feifei's acting skills were already superb; she even conveyed the slight hesitation and fear before speaking. Using her portrayal of a weak person, she easily changed the subject, saying, "Yes, a young master came looking for you, Miss. He took your jade pendant, so I, I invited him in."
After she finished speaking, she casually placed her hand on her chest, making her appear even more naive and indecisive. Others could not blame her for her rash actions, but their eyes still glanced at Xie Huailing with a sharp look.
Xie Huailing understood immediately that it was Wang Lianhua who had arrived, and in that instant, she also understood Bai Feifei's idea.
Zhu Qiqi also knew who had probably come. In her opinion, it wouldn't matter if Xie Huailing lied to her about other things, but how could he not even inform her about something like this? Zhu Qiqi grabbed Xie Huailing's hand and then said firmly, "I don't care, I want to see who he is!"
Xie Huailing didn't stop him, and Shen Lang was almost useless. He tried to take Zhu Qiqi's hand, but she immediately pushed it away—the first time since she fell in love with him. In the end, Shen Lang had to hold Zhu Qiqi in his arms to calm her down and make her listen to him.
Once Zhu Qiqi had calmed down, Xie Huailing spoke. She adopted an even more sorrowful expression, raising one hand to touch her face as if she were about to cry, revealing a sad past. She slowly said, "Actually, it's not that I don't want to tell Qiqi, it's just that there are some things I don't know how to tell you."
Shaman's eyelids twitched; she felt she had seen something dirty. Without stopping, she left through the back door.
Zhu Qiqi was taken aback by Xie Huailing's expression and genuinely thought there was more to the story. She hesitated and looked over, only to see Xie Huailing wiping away non-existent tears and saying, "I always felt that these were some sad things that I couldn't say out loud. Since Qiqi wants to know, go and ask."
"He bullied you?!" Zhu Qiqi's thought process was so straightforward. After believing it, she was so eager to jump three feet high that she turned around and hurriedly went to avenge her best friend.
In her mind, a tumultuous tale of love and hate might already be unfolding. She'd never seen Xie Huailing like this before, even bringing up Shen Lang. Shen Lang sensed something, and tried to speak, but ultimately said nothing, being dragged away by Zhu Qiqi.
By passing the buck to Wang Lianhua, they'd won the lottery. Xie Huailing breathed a sigh of relief, quite pleased with her cooperation with Bai Feifei. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she feigned pitifulness and said, "That's good. Let him figure it out himself."
"Couldn't you just take out what you wrote in the letter you tricked Su Mengzhen and use it to fool her again? Why do you have to go through all this trouble?" Bai Feifei said coldly.
"I already felt nauseous once while writing this letter. If I feel nauseous again, I'll have to take medicine," Xie Huailing said calmly.
She sighed again, knowing she still had to go, not only to get her hands on the Heavenly Cloud Five-Flower Cotton and the Bewitching Mind and Dream-Bewitching Technique, but also to be wary of what outrageous things Wang Lianhua might come up with.
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Her precautions were correct and would not be wrong.
Bai Feifei didn't want to see Xie Huailing and Wang Lianhua standing together, as it would only add to her worries, so she didn't come along. Xie Huailing lifted the layers of beaded curtains by herself. Behind the overlapping colorful beads, the soft rustling sound still lingered in her ears when she heard Wang Lianhua's voice.
With a smile, his gaze followed hers. No longer disguised, the scarlet-clad youth before her was undeniably handsome, a beauty born of nature. Xie Huailing lowered her eyes, utterly affirming his appearance before completely rejecting his personality.
She walked over, and Wang Lianhua stood up, truly displaying the demeanor of someone coming to see their beloved. She placed her hand on Xie Huailing's shoulder and gently helped her sit down, her breath carrying a sweet fragrance—she was far more refined than Xie Huailing herself. She subtly turned her head slightly, and Zhu Qiqi looked between the two of them, sensing a certain intimacy between them.
If you asked Zhu Qiqi what was strange about it, she would never be able to say. She could only ask, "Huailing, is it true? This Young Master Lianhua just said that at the beginning of your acquaintance, he did have many things he did wrong to you, and he only made things clear to you later."
What kind of story is this? Xie Huailing glanced over, and Wang Lianhua smiled leisurely: "Of course it's true."
His tender words, seemingly copied from some storybook, were feigned with sorrow as he softly recounted: "Back then, there were many misunderstandings that were difficult to explain to Huailing, always causing her worry. Of course, it was all my fault."
Zhu Qiqi exclaimed "Ah!" as if she were listening to a dream. Had she misheard? Was this really her good friend? She looked at Xie Huailing again.
Xie Huailing scoffed. When it came to reading stories, she had never lost to anyone. With a flicker of her eye, she gently covered her mouth with her hand, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, yet her face remained cold. She complained, "Why are you bringing up these things again? What do you mean by 'longing for someone'? Didn't you say it was all in the past? That girl you were living with was your cousin. I was mistaken. It's all thanks to you that it took you so long to explain things to me."
Zhu Qiqi exclaimed "Ah!" again. What kind of cousin's daily life is this? Is this even reasonable? Just then, she saw Wang Lianhua bend down gently and coax Xie Huailing to her face.
"Yes, it's all my fault. I thought Huailing was always with Su Louzhu, and everyone would say they were very affectionate, so I thought it wouldn't hurt for me to be closer to my cousin." He was very magnanimous, massaging Xie Huailing's shoulder. "I was careless and didn't think of you. I will never dare to do it again."
"Are you saying that I'm allowing officials to set fires while forbidding ordinary people to even light lamps?"
"How could I dare? I just thought that Huailing, you are different from me, so of course I should treat you better."
His eyes, filled with question marks, widened, sensing something was amiss, yet nothing seemed quite right. Zhu Qiqi went blankly to find Shen Lang, hoping to hear his side of the story, but instead found Shen Lang drinking water, coughing so hard he could barely stand. He had genuinely choked. Sometimes, being too clever is that downside; you can pick up on anything, whether it's a veiled barb or a sarcastic remark, and that's when trouble arises.
After coughing, Shen Lang took Zhu Qiqi away without saying a word, using the excuse of taking a walk to clear his head. He didn't want to stay a moment longer. Once the two figures disappeared, Xie Huailing let go of his hand.
Her gaze turned colder, but she didn't push Wang Lianhua away. She simply avoided looking at him and said, "Young Master Wang, you really put on quite a show. Where are the things?"
Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "It's all thanks to Miss Xie for setting the stage. I should be thanking Miss Xie. As for what you asked me to bring, I forgot. I hope Miss Xie doesn't mind."
His hand moved downwards, hooking Xie Huailing's fingers and guiding them upwards inch by inch: "Right, now that we're engaged, I should call you Miss Xie, but I should also use a more intimate term. From now on, just call me Huailing. Huailing can call me whatever she wants. We're husband and wife, we should be inseparable."
After speaking, Xie Huailing's palm, under his guidance, was placed on her neck, where the wound inflicted by Bai Feifei the previous night still remained—a scratch on a beautiful face, yet still alluring. Above that, she saw his lotus-like face so close, his unrestrained spirit rising and falling, his every move indescribable.
With a little more pressure, Xie Huailing pressed down, reaffirming Wang Lianhua's appearance before completely rejecting his character. Wang Lianhua saw her entire face in his eyes, and she knew Wang Lianhua felt the same way.
But such perfect harmony, in turn, becomes another kind of disgust.
Her fingernails scraped across the wound as she said, "You didn't bring anything, and you still want to be intimate... Well, let me check on you then. Wang Lianhua, did the poison flare up again last night? Were you frantically searching for medicine?"
Like the tide crashing against the rocks on the shore, Wang Lianhua's gaze faltered, then hardened. But as the tide receded into the sea, its depths remained unfathomable. He smiled, "I'll take it as you being concerned about me. In that case, why not give me the antidote first?"
Xie Huailing tilted her head back and pinched his cheek: "What should we do? I forgot to bring it too. What a coincidence that we both forgot to bring something."
She added, "Then let's just forget about it. We still have some things to look up today, so let's just set off."
Her touch was neither too light nor too heavy, and with another movement, Wang Lianhua pulled her close to him. The two gazed at each other, both beautiful and ethereal, one a fairy-like beauty, the other two treacherous and scheming, each lost in their own thoughts and entanglements, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
After a few seconds of silence, Wang Lianhua seemed to suddenly remember something. He stroked Xie Huailing's eyes, which he had liked at first sight, and his palm suddenly felt itchy. He said, "Actually, I brought the things too. I was just joking with Huailing."
"That's too much of a coincidence," Xie Huailing said. "I was just joking."
As if in jest, they pulled out all the items from their sleeves and exchanged them, each thinking the same thing:
I'm going to find a chance to kill him/her.
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My favorite face met the most annoying person, be like
Ms. Xie wrote a melodramatic love story. It's not that she couldn't write a good plot; it's that she simply didn't want to use that skill to write about herself and Wang Lianhua.
Then came the reactions of the original poster and Master Di.
Honestly, I tried to write it, but I couldn't (whistling). You'll have to use your imagination, or maybe I'll try again.
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