Chapter 113 You Deserve It
Pei Ji finally turned his head and his eyes fell on her.
That gaze was calm and deep, like a bottomless cold pond.
He looked at the cloak she was wearing, the aloof posture beneath the hood, and her hands tightly grasping the mask.
"Take off your cloak." He spoke, still in that flat tone.
Liu Yueli suddenly looked up!
The shadow of the hood swayed, finally revealing most of her face.
Under the soft light of the private room, the face looked extremely pale, but the eyes now met Pei Ji's gaze directly.
The air froze instantly.
The sparks in the charcoal basin exploded with a tiny sound.
She didn't move.
She just stared at him with her burning eyes, resisting silently.
Pei Ji met her gaze with no expression on his face.
Time flows slowly during the confrontation.
Just when Liu Yueli thought he would use tougher means to force her again, Pei Ji raised his eyebrows very slightly.
The subtle movement was almost imperceptible.
He stopped looking at her and raised his hand, tapping the table lightly twice with his fingers.
As soon as the voice fell, the Xiangfei bamboo curtain in the elegant room was silently lifted a crack.
A young man dressed as a teahouse waiter flashed in. He moved quickly, holding a neatly folded new cloak in his hands.
The cloak was a simple and elegant moon white color, and its texture was obviously much better than the gray cotton cloak on Liu Yueli. The edge was trimmed with soft snow fox fur.
The sturdy man walked straight to Liu Yueli's side without looking around, presented her with the cloak with both hands, and then stood aside with his hands hanging down.
Pei Ji's gaze fell back on Liu Yueli's face, with a look of indifference: "Change."
Just one word.
Liu Yueli's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
She looked at the brand new cloak and found it extremely dazzling.
"Pei Ji!" She finally squeezed out the words from between her teeth, her voice trembling with an uncontrollable tremor.
Pei Ji picked up the hot tea that the waiter had already prepared on the table, brought the rim of the celadon cup close to his lips, and the misty hot steam blurred his cold brows.
He took a slow sip, seemingly oblivious to the anger in her voice.
Liu Yueli knew that any fierce resistance at this moment would only lead to more brutal suppression and a more unbearable situation, and would have no result.
The roar that almost broke through her throat was swallowed back by her with difficulty.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, the raging fire in her eyes had been forcibly suppressed, leaving only coldness and indifference.
The chill of the early spring night suddenly hit her, penetrating her thin plain dress and causing her to shudder slightly.
She crossed her arms subconsciously.
The sturdy man immediately stepped forward, and with swift movements, he unfolded the brand new moon-white cloak in his hand and draped it over her shoulders.
The cloak was the perfect size, gently wrapping around her slightly thin body. The moonlight-white color made her bloodless face look even paler under the light.
The man tied the belt of her cloak with meticulous movements. After finishing all this, he didn't even look at the old cloak on the ground. He bowed slightly in the direction of Pei Ji and retreated silently like a shadow again.
A bamboo curtain fell behind him, isolating the inside from the outside.
Liu Yueli sat stiffly in the armchair, wrapped in a warm moon-white cloak, but she felt even colder than when she was wearing the tattered cloak just now.
Pei Ji put down the teacup in his hand, and the bottom of the celadon cup fell on the hardwood table with a slight "thump" sound.
"Tea." He spoke in a calm voice, as if the silent coercion just now had never happened.
"Also, a plate of chestnut crisps and a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus candied lotus roots."
These two snacks happened to be her favorites in the past.
Liu Yueli suddenly clenched her hands on her knees, her nails digging deeper into the soft flesh of her palms.
Under the newly changed moon-white cloak, his body was as tense as a fully drawn bow.
…
“Bang!”
The fine celadon teacup slipped from Luo Zhaohan's hand and hit the ground hard, breaking into pieces.
The scalding hot tea mixed with the tea leaves splashed everywhere, scalding the waiter who was serving nearby so much that he jumped away with a cry of "ouch".
But Luo Zhaohan didn't move.
She seemed to be nailed to the hard armchair, her back straight as a gun.
The usually heroic face was now bloodless and tense, with only a pair of eyes fixed on the railing on the second floor of the teahouse.
There, a graceful figure stood there at some point.
She was wearing a moon-white brocade dress made of fine material. It shone softly under the sunlight, making her figure look even more slender and fragile.
She wore a gauze veil on her head, and the white gauze hung down to her chest, covering most of her face, revealing only the tip of her delicate chin and a trace of pitiful lip line.
The figure was holding the railing, and through the veil, his eyes seemed to be looking at the mess downstairs.
Then, she turned slightly to the direction of Luo Zhaohan, folded her hands at her waist, bent her knees, and performed a perfect curtsy.
Her posture was respectful enough, but even through the hazy white gauze, Luo Zhaohan could feel the pride hidden beneath her slightly raised chin.
The buzz of conversation in the teahouse just now suddenly stopped as if cut by a knife.
All eyes, those watching the fun, those curious, and those gloating, were all glued to Luo Zhaohan and the woman wearing a veil hat on the second floor.
"Hiss... Who is that? How dare you say that in front of the eldest daughter of the Luo family..." A tea drinker lowered his voice, but before he could finish his words, he was elbowed by the person next to him.
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Didn't you see Miss Luo's expression? She's about to eat me!"
"She looks unfamiliar...but judging by her demeanor, she doesn't seem like an ordinary girl..."
"Tsk, wearing a veil, so mysterious."
Luo Zhaohan heard the buzzing sounds like flies, but the sounds seemed to be blurred by a thick layer of water.
It's her!
Even if it turned into ashes, Luo Zhaohan would recognize that figure!
I recognize that pretentious energy!
Liu Yueli!
Liu Yueli, the one who was picked up by the Luo family and raised in the backyard for more than ten years, who ate the rice and wore the clothes of the Luo family, but who quietly pried away her fiancé Xie Wuqi who was arranged for her since childhood right under her nose!
A fishy and sweet taste suddenly rushed up his throat, but was swallowed back by Luo Zhaohan.
Her nails had dug deep into her palms, leaving several crescent-shaped blood marks on her hands under the table. But this little pain was nothing compared to the blunt knife cutting into her heart.
"Heh..." A sneer squeezed out from between Luo Zhaohan's tightly pursed lips.
The sound was not loud, but it was like ice spikes scraping across the ground, causing several tea drinkers nearby to subconsciously shrink their necks.
Slowly, as if in slow motion, she stood up from the armchair.
A neat riding outfit outlines her tall and tight figure, forming a sharp contrast with the willow-like figure upstairs.
She didn't look at the broken teacup on the ground, nor did she pay attention to the waiter next to her who was panicking and wanted to clean up but didn't dare to get close.
Her eyes were fixed on the shadow of the man wearing a veil on the second floor. He walked towards the stairs step by step, stepping on the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, making a harsh "creaking" sound.
Every step feels like stepping on red-hot charcoal.
She reached the staircase and stepped onto the first step.
"Sister." A voice so gentle that water could drip out of it, with a little timidity, floated down from the second floor.
The troublesome veil was finally lifted up halfway by a slender white hand.
The face that was revealed did not disappoint Luo Zhaohan.
Willow-shaped eyebrows, affectionate eyes, a small nose, and petal-like lips, combined together, make her the kind of pitiful girl that any man can't help but want to hold in his arms and cherish.
At this moment, those watery eyes were filled with innocence and grievance, looking timidly at Luo Zhaohan on the stairs.
"Don't be angry, sister." Liu Yueli's voice was soft and thin, with a hint of cautious flattery. "It was Yueli who was reckless. I didn't know you were here and disturbed your peace."
As he spoke, he bent his knees slightly, his posture was so humble that it could not be more humble.
But Luo Zhaohan saw it clearly!
Behind the slightly drooping eyelashes, a hint of satisfaction flashed quickly!
Pretend! Keep pretending!
The fire in Luo Zhaohan's chest burned even more fiercely.
She didn't respond, but continued walking up without stopping.
The wooden stairs made a heavy "dong dong" sound under her feet, and every step hit her heart.
Liu Yueli seemed to be intimidated by the silent aura and subconsciously took a small step back, leaning her back against the railing.
She watched Luo Zhaohan approaching step by step, and a trace of real panic finally appeared on her little face, which had always been well disguised.
"Sister..." She called out timidly again, her voice trembling a little.
Luo Zhaohan finally stepped onto the last step and stood in front of Liu Yueli.
She was half a head taller than Liu Yueli. At this moment, she lowered her eyes slightly and looked down at her condescendingly. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, scraping the blood color off Liu Yueli's face bit by bit.
The teahouse was dead silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone downstairs stretched their necks, not daring to breathe, for fear of missing the drama of the general's legitimate daughter tearing apart the adopted daughter.
"Peace?" Luo Zhaohan finally spoke. "Liu Yueli, you're not staying at your Xie family, but hanging around me. Are you dissatisfied with your comfortable life? Or... are you deliberately showing off in front of me? You've now climbed onto Xie Wuqi's high branch?"
"Sister, you misunderstood!" Liu Yueli seemed to be startled by these words. Her eyes instantly turned red and she was about to cry. "Yueli dare not! Yueli just happened to pass by here and saw Sister downstairs. Thinking that it has been a long time since we last met, I missed her so much that I couldn't help but want to say hello to her..."
The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, and her shoulders hunched slightly. She looked so pitiful.
"Miss me?" Luo Zhaohan sneered as if he had heard a huge joke. "What do you miss about me? Are you worried about whether I've been pissed off to death by you and your good lover? Or are you worried about how much of my Luo family's property you can still take away?"
This is too blunt and too harsh!
There was a gasp from downstairs.
Liu Yueli's face turned completely pale, and tears finally fell.
"Sister, how could you say that about Yueli... Yueli knows her status is humble, and she has never dared to covet anything that doesn't belong to her... Brother Wuqi... he treats me sincerely, so why do you have to force him so hard and say hurtful words..."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently wiped her tears with her sleeve. In the process, a piece of her white wrist slipped down from the sleeve.
There was a thin red rope tied around that wrist.
Below the red string hung a white jade pendant.
The jade pendant was smooth and delicate, with exquisite carvings, and it was obvious that it was an extraordinary piece. The most eye-catching thing was that the jade pendant was clearly engraved with the word "Qi" in a flamboyant and graceful manner!
Xie Wuqi’s personal jade pendant!
Luo Zhaohan's gaze was like being burned by a red-hot iron, and was fixed on the jade pendant!
That was something Xie Wuqi had worn since he was a child! At her coming-of-age ceremony, he had even jokingly said that this jade pendant would only be given to his future wife...
Now, it was hanging on Liu Yueli's wrist openly!
The anger instantly destroyed Luo Zhaohan's last bit of sanity!
Hurtful words?
She stole her fiancé, paraded around town wearing his token of love, and yet she dared to act pitiful in front of her and turn the tables?
Luo Zhaohan took a sudden step forward, almost touching Liu Yueli's face, "Liu Yueli! Put away your disgusting face of crying over the cat!"
Her move was as fast as lightning, not giving Liu Yueli any chance to react.
"Ah--!" Liu Yueli felt a flash before her eyes and a sharp pain in her wrist.
Luo Zhaohan's hand, which had been trained in martial arts, gripped her wrist wearing the jade pendant tightly like an iron clamp!
The force was so great that it almost crushed her bones!
"It hurts...Sister! Let go! It hurts!" Liu Yueli's face turned pale in an instant, tears and snot flowed down, and she tried desperately to break free.
But Luo Zhaohan's hands didn't move at all.
"Something that doesn't belong to you?" Luo Zhaohan spoke each word slowly, clenching his teeth. Every word was filled with hatred. "You also know that this thing doesn't belong to you?!"
Before he finished speaking, Luo Zhaohan suddenly pulled the hand that was holding Liu Yueli's wrist downwards, while his other hand grabbed Liu Yueli's sleeve as fast as lightning!
“Sizzle!”
The crisp sound of tearing silk pierced the dead silence of the teahouse!
Luo Zhaohan tore a large piece of Liu Yueli's expensive moon-white brocade sleeve from her shoulder.
“Ah——!!!” Liu Yueli let out a shrill and distorted scream, and was completely stunned.
She subconsciously covered her arm with the hand that was not caught, and looked at Luo Zhaohan in horror, as if she was meeting this nominal sister for the first time.
The downstairs was in an uproar!
"Oh my god! Torn... torn?!"
"Miss Luo is too tough!"
"She ripped her clothes in public! How is Miss Liu going to live her life in the future?"
"Serves her right! Who told her to steal someone else's fiancé and show off?"
Luo Zhaohan didn't even look at the piece of rag she had thrown on the ground. She had only one target, the jade pendant on Liu Yueli's wrist!
Liu Yueli finally realized what Luo Zhaohan was going to do. She held her wrist tightly and screamed, "No! You can't! This is given to me by Brother Wuqi! It's mine!"
"Yours?" Luo Zhaohan's voice was as cold as ice. She showed no mercy. Her five fingers were like hooks. She suddenly grabbed Liu Yueli's wrist, which she was trying hard to protect, and broke it hard!
"Crack!" A teeth-grinding sound of a bone dislocated.
"Ah——!" Liu Yueli's eyes went dark due to the pain, and her screams almost blew the roof off.
Luo Zhaohan easily broke the thin red string and held the white jade pendant, which still carried Liu Yueli's body temperature, tightly in his hand.
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