That bastard! If he doesn't even like her, why is he saying so many things that could cause misunderstandings? What is he trying to do?
Zheng Quchi gritted his teeth inwardly, but forced a smile on his face: "It doesn't mean anything, and I don't like you either."
She remembered that in this day and age, it shouldn't be common to say "I like you." When men and women are in love, the expression of their feelings is always subtle and implicit. Even after living together for a lifetime, they may not know whether the other person truly loves them.
As Yuwen Sheng studied the awkward expression on her face, which seemed to be a mixture of shyness and anger, he suddenly felt interested in the word "like".
He pondered for a moment, then said, seemingly seriously but also insincerely, "If what you mean by 'liking' is that I want you, then I must like you."
Zheng Quchi was somewhat lost in thought.
No, liking someone should be... should it be like this?
Zheng Quchi did not immediately define "like" precisely, but at the very least, liking should first and foremost be a feeling of being moved, a sense of peace, and also appreciation and admiration.
Who expresses their affection with such a vague statement as "I want you"? What's the difference between that and "I want this" or "I want that"?
Zheng Quchi said irritably, "I want you, not because I like you, it's just a possessive desire."
Another word he couldn't understand. Yuwen Sheng pondered it for a moment, weighing its components, before asking her what it meant: "What is possessiveness?"
"It means that you can only touch the things in your hands, and you will feel uncomfortable if others get even a little close. You will not allow anything or anyone that you have ever owned to escape from your hands. You have a strong sense of territory and want to possess the people and things that you like exclusively. That is called possessiveness."
Her words perfectly captured Yuwen Sheng's true feelings. He was stunned for a long time, realizing that there really was a word in this world that could so accurately encompass and express his thoughts...
He sensed the resistance in her voice, so he asked again, "Do you think possessiveness is a bad thing?"
“It’s not that it’s bad, but excessive possessiveness will backfire. I once read a saying that when possessiveness is rampant and unrestrained, if the other party complies, it will become even more demanding; if the other party resists, it will be suppressed with force. Therefore, I believe that the best relationship is one where people are compatible and stay together, and separate when they are incompatible.” Zheng Quchi expressed his opinion.
For example, if one party is too dominant, it will put a lot of pressure on the other party.
Just like her, sometimes when she gets angry, she doesn't dare to argue with Yuwen Sheng, let alone act like other young couples and throw tantrums, which she can't even imagine.
If in a marriage, only one party can go along with the other, and one party has to appease the other, who wouldn't get tired of it in the long run?
So... let's just cut the Gordian knot quickly.
Zheng Quchi suddenly said seriously, "Our marriage is actually invalid, isn't it?"
Yuwen Sheng knew she would bring this up, so he wasn't surprised.
"To be counted".
When Zheng Quchi heard Mo calmly utter those two words with his eyes lowered, the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time suddenly ignited.
"The Prince of Ye agreed? The marriage contract has been issued? Don't lie to me. I can accept your deception, but if you lie to me and I find out, I don't know if I will be able to forgive you."
Her words were like shackles, firmly binding the primal ferocity within Yuwen Sheng, preventing him from even telling her a simple lie.
Yuwen Sheng's expression was somewhat grim. He said, "The Prince of Ye will agree. If he doesn't agree... then let's find someone else who will agree."
Zheng Quchi: "..." Is he just making empty promises to her?
Otherwise, he really would have been capable of changing the dynasty of Ye with just a word.
Zheng Quchi didn't believe him at all and took his words as a joke. She argued, "I don't care whether he agrees or not, but now I know that our marriage is null and void..."
"Ugh—"
With a cry of pain, Yuwen Sheng convulsed, clutching his arm. His lips turned pale, like snow frozen on a crabapple blossom.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quchi abruptly changed the subject, asking urgently, "What's wrong? Is your wound hurting a lot?"
At this moment, Yuwen Sheng's face was unusually pale, and he smiled strangely: "You don't need to worry about me anymore. Perhaps I won't even last a few more days. Then you will be free..."
"...No, I didn't mean to ignore you." Zheng Quchi's initial righteous indignation immediately deflated.
Yuwen Sheng ignored her sophistry; he was like a corrupting evil flower, his words sharp and hurtful to both himself and others.
“I know you despise me, you loathe me, and now… I’m dying, and you still want to sever ties with me. That’s how much you hate me…”
Zheng Quchi listened with his mouth agape to his accusations. Only after he finally stopped did he stammer, "No, I really didn't. What I meant was, what I meant was that we..."
Cough... He spoke too emotionally, which aggravated his injuries. A mouthful of blood welled up in his mouth and he spat it onto his chest, shocking Zheng Quchi into silence on the spot.
She forgot all about divorce, severing ties, and cutting ties at the moment, and comforted him, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this for now. Don't get agitated, just focus on recovering."
She grabbed the damp cloth she had used to wipe his face and held it to his lips to collect the blood.
He seized the opportunity to grab her arm tightly, his lips crimson and his eyes bright: "Qu Chi, can you wait a little longer? I will personally present our marriage contract."
Zheng Quchi's arm was numb: "...Okay, let go first, don't touch your injured right hand."
She's not in a hurry, she really isn't in a hurry.
Yuwen Sheng's mental state at this moment truly made Zheng Quchi's scalp tingle. She always felt that if she didn't go along with him, who knows what terrifying and irreversible thing might happen in the next second.
"If you don't believe me, I can write you a written pledge..."
Zheng Quchi pleaded with him: "Stop messing around, your right hand is broken, what are you going to write..."
She stopped mid-sentence, realizing what she had said, and her voice trailed off. She pursed her lips and looked at Yuwen Sheng with a guilty conscience.
As expected, he looked utterly dejected, glancing mockingly at his right arm: "Yes, my right hand is broken. I might not even be able to lift a sword anymore..."
Zheng Quchi wished she could go back to the previous second and strangle herself for saying the wrong thing. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, she comforted him, "If your right hand isn't working, we'll practice with our left. Don't give up on yourself; anything is possible."
"Will you stay with me? Will you practice swordsmanship with me until my left hand is as good as my right?" His pale, sickly face was so beautiful and innocent as he looked at her hopefully, waiting for her answer.
Seeing that he still refused to lie down and insisted on listening to her, Zheng Quchi was worried that his wounds would reopen and bleed again, so she could only force a smile and grit her teeth, saying, "...I'll stay with you, I'll stay with you."
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