Chapter 79 He was dissatisfied with her background and hated her…
“…You still want to move?” She rubbed her forehead. “You’re pressing down on me, I can’t move, so you move yourself.”
"What if I hurt you?" With the arrow already on the bowstring, he hesitated again. "I'm a little scared..."
"It's not like we can't find a place."
She sighed, "Okay, I'll open it up for you, just come in."
He made up his mind: "Okay!"
The two had been arguing for a short while when a commotion broke out outside.
Leng Cuizhu hurriedly got out of bed, picked up her clothes from the floor, and put them on.
"What's wrong?" Dodder's face flushed red, her eyes glazed over. "I haven't ejaculated yet..."
She threw the clothes at him: "Get dressed quickly."
"I heard Leng Zhen's voice. What if he comes looking for me later and sees us like this? How am I supposed to explain that to him?"
“But I haven’t explained yet…” Dodder pouted, seeing that she was completely ignoring him, and lowered her head to put on her clothes.
Leng Cuizhu finished dressing, pushed open the door and said, "I'm going out to take a look. You stay inside and don't come out."
"Okay, I understand."
She adjusted her hair as she walked towards the front yard, where she saw a group of people gathered around a stone table.
Yin Yuan sat on the stone bench, picked up his cane from the table, and listlessly used the cane to scratch the pebbles on the ground, coughing lightly every now and then.
"Let me go!" Leng Zhen's hands were bound, and he was surrounded by more than a dozen servants. He couldn't squeeze through, so he could only keep shouting, "Let me out!"
"So what if I injured that woman? She scratched me too! Why am I the only one being punished?"
At this moment, Leng Zhen did not regret injuring Jiang Mimi, but only regretted not killing her.
She kept provoking him.
From the moment they met, she openly and subtly mocked him, and she didn't stop even after they got into the carriage.
No, it wasn't her.
It was him.
He accidentally touched it, how disgusting.
Jiang Mimi wasn't a woman at all. She dressed up as a woman, but she had that thing growing between her legs, and she even pulled his hand to touch it.
Every time he thinks about it, his stomach churns and he feels like vomiting.
But if she were really a man, why would she have breasts? And they don't look like they're padded with cotton.
...Is it a man or a woman?
Could you please give him an accurate gender?
Could this person be someone who exists in both heaven and earth?
Then he should have beaten her to death even more!
After falling into the water, they fought from the surface to the bottom, neither giving an inch. At first, on the surface, Jiang Mimi was weaker and he had the upper hand. But when he pulled her into the water, her strength inexplicably increased. She grabbed his neck and scratched his face repeatedly, breaking his eyelids and blinding him.
Then she threw him into the water and swam ashore alone.
The entire battle lasted about half an hour, and he stayed in the water for almost the entire afternoon until he was pulled ashore.
Leng Zhen stood on tiptoe and yelled at Yin Yuan's retreating figure, "If I had known, I would have beaten you both to death too! ***!"
He was in the middle of a heated argument when he was suddenly slapped.
"You scoundrel!" Leng Cuizhu scolded, "What are you cursing about? Do you have even the slightest respect for your elders? If not, can't you at least be a little more polite?"
She noticed the swollen scratches on his face and frowned: "What happened to your face?"
Leng Zhen covered her cheek and glared at her.
"Staring at me won't work, even if you gouge your eyes out, it won't help."
"Your face is scratched, serves you right. Finally, someone can heal you." She turned and walked out of the crowd.
Yin Yuan was still sitting by the pond digging for stones when he noticed her approaching out of the corner of his eye. He put away his cane and turned his head to the other side.
Leng Cuizhu: "Thank you."
The man turned his head and studied her for a moment before replying, "Hmm."
"Don't leave yet. Tie him up a little longer, exhaust his strength before you untie him."
"Yes." The man nodded. "I'll have them keep an eye on him."
He lowered his head and coughed.
Would you like some water?
"……No."
"Then I'll go back to my room."
She had just taken a step when the man coughed again.
She turned her head: "What's wrong?"
"It's windy." The man lowered his head to adjust the jade pendants at his waist.
"Then don't sit in the wind. It's bound to be windy here." She pointed to the servants nearby. "Send a few of them over here to surround you. That way, the wind won't blow through."
"...Are you deliberately playing dumb?"
"Huh? What?" She rubbed her forehead. "What do you mean by pretending to be stupid? My lord, I don't understand what you're talking about."
Leng Cuizhu was indeed pretending to be stupid.
She wouldn't take his bait.
She wanted to see what else he could do.
"..." He gazed at her with that resentful look again.
"I kept my promise and brought Leng Zhen back."
“You should praise me.” The man stood up and said in a deep voice, “You can’t be so cold to me.” After saying that, he didn’t care whether she wanted to or not, and walked into the house with his cane.
Leng Cuizhu hurriedly followed behind him.
She thought he was using crutches because of a leg injury, and that she could catch up if she walked faster. However, Yin Yuan was incredibly fast and left her further and further behind.
As he reached the doorway, the man suddenly stopped, inserted one end of his cane into the slightly ajar door, and probed inside.
She caught up with him: "Why are you using crutches if you're not lame? Is something wrong with you?"
Yin Yuan covered his mouth and coughed, "Cough."
He went forward and pushed the door open.
She immediately grabbed the man: "This room isn't cleaned yet, let's go sit in the living room?"
"You couldn't control yourself again, could you?"
She muttered softly, "Don't slander me..."
I don't know whether to say that Yin Yuan simply understands her deeply or is just naturally suspicious. It's terrifying; he suddenly said something that hit her right where it hurts.
"Feeling guilty?"
Her breath hitched: "No..."
"After stealing so many times, haven't you gained any experience yet?"
"Don't slander me."
The man narrowed his eyes and slowly pushed the door open with his long spear.
Is Chen Xun inside?
"...Did the wind make you sick?"
"That's Si Qing."
"Si Qing is dead!" She really didn't know what to say to him.
The man remained calm and composed, and took advantage of her anger to turn around and go inside.
"Hey!" She chased after him, but as soon as she stumbled into the room, she was stunned by the persistent, lewd smell.
She just had some dodder... does it smell that strong? What on earth did that brat do in the house?
If it were any other scent, she could say it was floral or musky, but this scent was exactly the kind that men were most familiar with.
How could Yin Yuan not smell it?
"Giggle giggle giggle giggle—"
Yin Yuan brought the rooster from beside the bed to her.
He asked earnestly, "This is a token of our love, isn't it?"
"What is there to like about a farmer? Or is it just a fleeting affair between you, where you only have your body for him and have no feelings for him at all?"
Was his gift to you a one-sided gesture?
"Cluck cluck?" The rooster raised its head.
"Uh, let me explain..."
"Or is this a yellow peacock?" the man frowned. "You still say it's not Si Qing."
"You're keeping his belongings in the house, and you still can't forget him?"
Leng Cuizhu felt that Yin Yuan might have suffered a mental breakdown due to some kind of shock, otherwise she wouldn't understand much of what he was saying. It went in one ear and out the other, like she was listening to a long string of sleep-talking.
Was he really speaking official jargon?
Why aren't you answering?
Yin Yuan lowered his eyes and put down the rooster: "Neither of these two? Is it something else? Or are they both... How many are there?"
"Are you planning to open a brothel at home? Why are you bringing so many frivolous people here? Are you expecting those playboys to entertain your customers?"
As he spoke, he turned around and began to search through the window screens, bed curtains, wardrobe, candlesticks... He even used his cane to probe under the bed.
The rooster whispered, "Host, your husband seems a bit off. As the mistress who broke up your family, I'd better slip away first..."
She helped the rooster open the door and whispered, "Let's go, I wasn't expecting to rely on you anyway."
"Lingniang, who are you talking to?"
“Ah,” she said, closing the door, her voice serious, “a ghost.”
"Talking to a ghost."
"You even want ghosts and monsters?" The man approached her. "Isn't that the white-haired man from before? You two haven't broken up yet?"
She was driven to the brink of collapse by his questions, her hands clenched into fists, and she yelled at him, "Stop being unreasonable!"
"Oh."
"I'm out there trying to find your son while I'm sick, and you're having an affair with another man at home..."
"I didn't!" she said defiantly. "Didn't you already check? There was no one in the house, only a chicken."
"Why won't you believe me?" she said, her eyes welling up with tears as she turned away to wipe them away.
The man placed his hand on her shoulder, turned her body around so she could see her face, and was stunned for a moment when he met her watery eyes.
"..." He quietly withdrew his hand.
"Am I really that hateful in your eyes?"
She sobbed, wiping away her tears as she sat down in front of the dressing mirror to undo her hairpins, glancing at the man beside her out of the corner of her eye.
Yin Yuan stood rooted to the spot, his brow furrowed.
She turned her head and said in a low voice, "The room has had a musty smell for the past few days; it's been too damp."
"My lord, would you please open the window to let in some fresh air? I'll explain everything to you carefully after I've removed my hairpin."
He remained standing still, staring straight ahead, his bewildered gaze offering her no response.
She wasn't in a hurry; she calmly put the hairpin back into her makeup box and lowered her eyes to comb her hair.
"You did not slander me."
"You've always known I'm the kind of woman who's promiscuous. You've caught me so many times before... and you've always forgiven me, haven't you? Why not this time? I have to figure out how to deal with you every day, and the pressure is immense." She murmured to herself, "You're so busy, and you can't be with me all the time, so I can only seek comfort from others."
"It's a pity that so many men... are not as good as you."
She murmured, "Actually, I associate with those men in order to better serve you."
“I’ve always been yours, so what are you afraid of? I can’t live without you, and those men pose no threat to you.”
She got up, walked to the man's side, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“My heart has always been with you. If I really hated you so much, I would never have lied to you. I would have just cut off all contact with you, or simply…” She frowned and raised her hand to cover her chest. “That arrow that day was very painful. Even now, I still feel a dull ache in my heart.”
"Sometimes I wonder, why are you and I so entangled, fighting until we both suffer in the end? Yin Yuan, I don't understand."
"Is it just a matter of repeatedly confirming whether I truly love you?"
"Why do you insist on finding true love in a prostitute?" She closed her eyes and sighed, "If it weren't me serving you that night, if I hadn't held your hand and invited you to come see me often, if we had no beginning, no future... would we be in such a sorry state now? Or are you just passionate about saving prostitutes, and even without me, there would be someone else..."
“Lingniang,” he finally spoke, “no.”
"I only want you. Back then, you took over my body and soul, it was just a coincidence..."
It just so happens that she was a courtesan mired in the mire.
Yin Yuan still remembers the day he first met her.
It wasn't their wedding night; he sat upright in the room listening to her play the pipa and entertaining her.
It was a rainy day, a fleeting, bewildered glance.
That day was very boring. Everything was so bland that he couldn't muster any interest. He was surrounded by people, and his gaze swept over all sorts of passersby on the street. In his eyes, they were just blurry, similar-looking faces.
Until she appeared before him, standing out brightly and beautifully among the gloomy pedestrians.
She and he only brushed past each other.
He turned around and glanced at her once, twice... until she noticed his clumsy attempt to steal a look.
After that, he found her, got to know her, and fell in love with her.
Even though he had already experienced the full spectrum of acquaintance, understanding, and love before she even met him.
Love has varying degrees of depth, and every interaction, every instance of dependence and resistance, every pain and struggle only deepens it.
Until that love is completely engraved in my heart.
He is arrogant and prone to boredom.
He was dissatisfied with her background and hated her unrestrained behavior.
If she were from a prestigious family, if she were well-read, perhaps he wouldn't have had to struggle with this so much, perhaps he would have hesitated less, and wouldn't have been hindered by reason and family.
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