The copper basin fell to the ground with a "clatter".
A hint of arrogance flashed in Zhu Chunhe's eyes, and he glanced at Yuan Jiang with disdain.
In her previous life, she was able to marry a fool, and in this life, she can do the same as long as she wants!
So what if you are beautiful?
She is the fool's true love!
Just thinking about the fool abandoning Yuan Jiang for her, and Yuan Jiang crying and begging, Zhu Chunhe couldn't help but curl her lips. She slowly closed her eyes and fell towards the hard and strong chest in front of her.
“!!!” Pei Zhuo’s dark pupils suddenly widened. Before his brain could react, his body moved a few steps to the side.
The expected warm embrace did not come, instead...
With a "bang", Zhu Chunhe fell to the ground, face down. The gravel on the loess mud was sharp and pierced her skin, causing a large pool of blood to flow out.
"Ah--" Zhu Chunhe screamed in pain, grimacing. A rusty smell of blood rushed into her nose. She touched her face with trembling hands, and her palms became wet. When she turned over and sat up, all she could see was blood red.
She touched her face and screamed again.
"Pei Zhuo! Why don't you hug me!?" Zhu Chunhe yelled angrily and aggrievedly, accidentally touching the wound on her face, causing her to grit her teeth in pain again. She covered her lips and whimpered, feeling helpless and afraid.
My face hurts, is she disfigured?!
What's wrong with this damn idiot?!
How dare you treat her like this?!
Pei Zhuo glanced at Zhu Chunhe with disdain, and seeing Yuan Jiang walking out slowly, he hurriedly picked up two wicker boxes and walked over. He then took the box in her hand, lowered his head and leaned in front of Yuan Jiang, grinning foolishly:
"Wife, this woman wanted me to hug her just now, but I didn't. I was smart and dodged immediately!"
"Wife, wife, am I really that awesome?"
Yuan Jiang patted Pei Zhuo's head and said, "Yes, our Pei Zhuo is really amazing!"
Pei Zhuo blinked shyly, bent down, and rubbed Yuan Jiang's shoulder in a very dependent manner.
Yuan Jiang lowered her eyes and glanced at Zhu Chunhe, whose face was covered in blood. Her fox eyes narrowed dangerously, and a hint of coldness flashed across her pretty little face.
"Zhu Chunhe, what did you want to do just now?"
"Me!" Zhu Chunhe clenched her fingers guiltily, her eyes darting around. She endured the severe pain on her face, staggered to her feet, and said in a deep voice, "What can I do?"
"I just sprained my ankle and wanted Pei Zhuo to catch me!"
Zhu Chunhe said sarcastically, "Yuan Jiang, you don't think Pei Zhuoxian is popular enough for me to throw myself into his arms, do you?!"
"I'm not you, giving up a bright future to marry a stupid... country bumpkin and treating him like a treasure!"
Yuan Jiang frowned, a sneer curling up her tender lips. She stepped closer to Zhu Chunhe in her round-toed brown leather shoes, bent down slightly, and pressed her shoulders with her slender fingers, whispering, "Is it true?"
"But you look like you really want to win Pei Zhuo's favor, Zhu Zhiqing." Yuan Jiang's delicate and soft hands gently patted Zhu Chunhe's cheek, and her soft and charming voice said nonchalantly: "Your face... there's so much blood, aren't you disfigured?"
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