This person has always been cold and heartless. Even if he has a moment of tenderness, it is all for the dead woman in the painting.
Poor thing, she is still pretending to be smart, and wants to replace that woman without knowing her own limitations.
How could he fight with a dead woman? She was the bright moon in Cheng Ying's heart that could not be desecrated, and Liang Wushuang was just born with a face that was somewhat similar to that woman by chance, so she was lucky enough to get a little favor from Cheng Ying.
The force on her neck gradually increased. Liang Wushuang was having trouble breathing and her face turned red. She heard Cheng Ying whispering softly in her ear, "I have always loved only her. Even if she is not here, my love belongs only to her. And you?" He chuckled, "You are just a little thing I raised. You are nothing."
Liang Wushuang looked at Cheng Ying with tearful eyes, and his brain felt dizzy due to lack of oxygen.
She almost felt like she was being strangled to death by Cheng Ying.
Cheng Ying stared at her face infatuatedly. "Because of her face, I have been particularly tolerant of you. But if you use this face again to do something that annoys me, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Cheng Ying loosened her grip, and her cold white fingers heavily stroked Liang Wushuang's eyebrows. "You are nothing like her in character. She is not as dull and annoying as you."
Liang Wushuang collapsed to the ground, covering her sore throat and coughing continuously, tears and snot coming out, looking extremely miserable.
Cheng Ying's gaze as she looked at her was still cold and indifferent. Liang Wushuang felt extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't help but think that if it was the woman in the painting, Cheng Ying would be the one lying on the ground, humble and submissive.
"If you still want to live a peaceful life, put away those little thoughts that are not worth living." Cheng Ying stood up, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and adjusted the wrinkles on the cuffs with unicorn embroidery. He said indifferently, "You also know that I keep you because of this face. If you are still foolish enough to try some tricks, I don't mind giving you an ice coffin, which will save a lot of trouble."
Liang Wushuang felt deeply frightened after hearing this, and almost bit off her tongue out of fear. She lay on the ground with her body trembling slightly. She clenched her teeth, but dared not make any sound, for fear that if she said a wrong word, Cheng Ying would treat her even more cruelly and mercilessly.
"I have never been a person who is blinded by lust. If you want to work for Fan Zeng, you should also consider yourself."
Liang Wushuang watched Cheng Ying walk out of the room, still holding the scroll on the low table in his hand. His tall figure carried an overwhelming aura of oppression. His gorgeous phoenix eyes, which should have been the most beautiful in the world, were icy cold, making people feel cold at the sight of them.
Liang Wushuang cried for a long time, her eyes were red and swollen. She still didn't understand why Cheng Ying could be so ruthless to her, having the power of life and death over her, with the same face, but was deeply in love with that woman.
But she is already dead. Loving a dead person who will never respond in kind, so what is the point of such love?
Liang Wushuang was still unwilling to accept it. Although Cheng Ying was very scary and could easily take her life, she saw with her own eyes that he was also caring and had a soft and affectionate side. It was just that this unique warm tenderness did not belong to her.
The lights were on in the room, and the maid guarding the door asked cautiously, "Madam, do you want me to come in and serve you?"
Liang Wushuang got up from the ground. No matter what, she was Cheng Ying's only woman now. It didn't matter how Cheng Ying treated her. As long as she followed Cheng Ying, people outside would not dare to look down on her.
She won't let anyone laugh at her.
Liang Wushuang faced the mirror and straightened his clothes to hide his disheveled appearance, but the purple marks on his neck were so severe that they were very conspicuous and could not be covered by his clothes.
She looked at herself in the mirror, knowing very well that Cheng Ying would never let her go because of this face. She had enjoyed this honor and would not be willing to leave again, but how would she live in the years to come?
In a trance, Liang Wushuang could no longer remember what he looked like when he was selling soy milk in Taoxi Lane.
"Bring in the hot water. I want to take a bath." Cheng Ying brought the scroll to the study and sealed it in a box. Then she wanted to look at other paintings, but he looked so angry now that she didn't want to disturb him.
After Cheng Ying gave the order, the servant outside the door brought in hot water. After Cheng Ying took a bath and changed his clothes, he asked the servant to burn the robe he had taken off.
Cheng Ying changed his clothes and unfolded a painting scroll in the study. Looking at the scrolls, he had a gentle expression, completely different from his usual self.
He often looked through these scrolls, and each time he did so with great care and cherishment.
Only by looking at these paintings could he soothe the violence and indifference in his heart and remind Cheng Ying that he also had another name, Fu Chuan, and that he was once an ordinary person with flesh and blood and emotions.
Regardless of whether he is Cheng Ying or Fu Chuan, he always loves Jiaojiao and is willing to give her the best things in the world, to protect her, to pamper her, to protect her from wind and rain, and to be the senior brother she relies on the most.
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