She might suddenly change her attitude simply because she had just made a bold—no, I should say a sudden inspiration—guess. But whether the guess is right or wrong, she has to leave Wujue Temple, which is like a cage on a mountaintop.
Knowing that Gongshu Ruo didn't believe it, she had clearly been unyielding before, but after going back to her room, she suddenly understood, which was quite unreasonable.
So, following the original plan, she began acting.
With her hands clasped together and clenched tightly, Zheng Quchi's expression slowly turned somber and sad: "You're right, I just cried. I was just pretending to be strong. Although I don't want to admit it, being used and then abandoned by them... I'm very sad."
Gongshu Jiruo was taken aback, but seeing that she was about to hurt him, he frowned and reached out his hand. But just as he raised his hand, he saw her stand up abruptly and slam her palms hard on the edge of the table.
"So, I don't want to go back to Ye Kingdom, and I don't want to see Yuwen Sheng and the others again. I want to get away from that place of sorrow and start over... no, I want to start all over again. Ye Kingdom is a sacred place that craftsmen dream of. I didn't have this opportunity before, but this time I really want to go and see it."
She finished speaking with righteous indignation, but seeing Gongshu Jiru's stunned expression, she blinked and suddenly realized that she was supposed to be playing the role of a resentful woman, not reciting a declaration of joining the Party. There was no need to be so impassioned and forceful...
He pursed his lips and silently clenched his fist back into place.
"It's good that you think that way."
She became strong too quickly; her "heartbreak" lasted less than a second before she erected a thick shield, leaving no room for comfort (or for someone to take advantage of her vulnerability).
Be soft, be soft, don't be so hard, Zheng Quchi!
Zheng Quchi tried his best to suppress his emotions, wanting to appear pitiful and tearful, but after a long time, without the added effect of physical pain, he simply couldn't create a sad and resentful atmosphere...
She felt powerless against her own cement heart.
She sat down again, placing her hands properly on her lap, and lowered her head and eyes.
She was wrong. A resentful woman and a tough science girl are two completely different species. It's not something she can learn just by wanting to. She understands the key points of TV dramas, such as resentment mixed with hatred, hatred mixed with tears, and tears mixed with sorrow. But how can she act them out?
In order to fabricate a reason that would convince Gongshu Jiruo, she could only mix truth and falsehood, presenting a reason based on facts.
She said dryly, "Besides, the Gongshu family still owes me a promise. I haven't thought of what to do with it yet, so naturally I have to follow you and fulfill it at any time."
Gongshu saw that she had gone from a "warrior" to a "little wife". Despite all that she had gone through, she was still so energetic. It was good that her heartbreak was not deep enough. At least it showed that Yuwen Sheng was nothing more than that in her heart.
He didn't care whether what she said was sincere or not; he could listen to it all as if it were the truth.
"Once the matter at Wujue Temple is resolved, I will take you with me. I will also send someone to bring your brother and sister to Beiyuan Kingdom to reunite with you. You don't need to worry about anything else. As long as you are willing to come with me, I will take care of all obstacles ahead of you."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quchi hesitated for a long time, unsure how to react: "...You've really thought of everything."
"Thoughtful my foot! He's clearly planning to wipe out her entire base!"
He glanced out the window at the pitch-black night, which seemed as if endless ink had been painted heavily across the sky. He ended the conversation by saying, "It's late, you must be tired. Go and rest."
She was indeed very tired.
So much had happened in one day, and she wasn't made of iron. At this hour, she naturally started to feel sleepy and drowsy, relying entirely on her willpower to stay awake.
What?
Can't sleep?
It does not exist.
She just wanted to stop overthinking and scaring herself, hoping that she could get some rest and recuperation no matter what.
"And what about you?" she asked.
He said, "I'll sit here and leave after you fall asleep."
Zheng Quchi was taken aback: "...Why?"
"No reason, I just want to sit here for a while. I won't do anything, so you can sleep peacefully."
Although he didn't say it explicitly, Zheng Quchi sensed a sense of "protection" in his tone. Her current status was awkward and special, and it was hard to guarantee that she wouldn't be attacked at night by someone with malicious intent...
Knowing her current predicament was difficult, she did not refuse him. After climbing into bed, she lowered the white gauze curtains hanging at the head of the bed.
She lay on her side on the bed, her arm as a pillow, watching Gongshu Jiruo sitting upright at the table. His posture was tall and straight, like a majestic green mountain, and he always possessed an admirable and dignified bearing befitting a noble family…
The candlelight flickered and dimmed in the wind by the window, blurring her vision as well...
With shoulders like those of a sculpted figure and a waist as slender as a silken thread, his physique, especially at night, seemed rather alluring…
Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and her head slowly tilted into the crook of her arm. She had quietly drifted off to sleep.
Gongshu Jiruo turned his head and, through the thin veil, saw that she was sleeping peacefully, not tormented by nightmares, before he stood up.
He moved to the door, then turned back and gently closed it. There wasn't a single harsh sound during this process; it was all very quiet and gentle.
Standing beneath the eaves, Mi Ku, witnessing Gongshu Jiruo's series of actions, couldn't help but mock, "Having waited until now, you've finally decided to come out?"
"Keep your voice down," Gongshu Jiruo said, frowning.
I choked on my bitter tears.
He walked past Mi Ku and went straight out of the courtyard. Mi Ku glanced at "Zheng Qing's" room and followed him.
The night was deep and quiet, and all was still.
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