Chapter 41 Jin Yang Snow is actually Zhang Yin
Upon hearing Zhu Qing's words, Feng Huaihe chuckled softly at Zhu Qing.
He stared intently into her eyes and said, "Are you joking?"
"...I don't want to continue this ambiguous relationship with you..."
"Then what do you want?" Feng Huaihe interrupted.
He propped himself up and questioned, "Do you want to be a strategist like in your past life? Or do you want to be remembered in history? If that's what you're thinking, wouldn't it be better if you followed me?"
Feng Huaihe recalled the fair-skinned young man in the inn's lobby earlier, and the nine-copper-coin miracle drug recommended by the middle-aged man: "Hold me."
"You wish..."
Rejected, Feng Huaihe did not argue with her further.
"You damn bastard..."
She has never seen such a wicked person in her entire life.
Feng Huaihe breathed heavily, "I told you I could give you anything you want. I can assist you, plan for you, help you achieve success and fame, and let you make a name for yourself in history."
"If you want to get married, I'm always ready. I'll give you whatever you want, what more could you possibly want?"
Feng Huaihe gritted his teeth, thinking unwillingly, "I've given her everything I could, what is she still thinking about?"
He wished he could just meld Zhu Qing into his body; unless flesh and blood were separated, no one could separate them.
In this way, they can be deeply entangled for eternity, and he doesn't care if it exposes their imperfections and ugly desires.
Zhu Qingying sobbed, "You are capable... but I don't like this feeling of relying on you. I was taught from a young age that I should go out on my own and earn something substantial to hold onto..."
Only in this way could she live peacefully without worrying about her safe haven collapsing or the day her support would crumble. Unfortunately, her voice was shattered by Feng Huaihe's harsh words, and she didn't get to say it.
Feng Huaihe said in a deep voice, "I'm putting all my businesses in your hands."
With a century-old business empire and so much wealth, Feng Huaihe couldn't think of anything more substantial than this.
But to my surprise, she still shook her head and refused, stubbornly saying, "I simply can't reason with you..."
"..."
Zhu Qing collapsed softly against his chest. [If you feel this is inappropriate, unfortunately, it didn't pass the review and had to be removed.]
When I woke up, I found myself feeling refreshed, and the bedding was clean and smelled faintly sweet.
Zhu Qing turned over and looked out, glancing around the room. It was deserted and empty; Feng Huaihe was nowhere to be seen.
I don't know where they went, but as long as they're not in front of me, that's good.
Out of sight, out of mind, Zhu Qing stared blankly at the plain-colored bed curtains above her head.
Every time she was with Feng Huaihe, it was the same; her thoughts would become chaotic, and her soul would leave her body. Before, when she read novels, she only found such descriptions exciting, but now that she had experienced it firsthand, it wasn't funny at all.
Zhu Qing sighed deeply.
Looking down, I saw marks on my arms, thighs, and waist, and I felt very depressed.
She didn't actually like this. If she were just a girl raised in seclusion, she wouldn't care about this feeling of being kept at home.
But she had seen a bigger world and suffered more hardships, so she couldn't completely settle down and rely on Feng Huaihe.
I still want to leave him.
But I don't know where we can escape to, and I don't know how my brother and sister-in-law are doing now.
As Zhu Qing was lost in thought, she heard Feng Huaihe's footsteps outside. Frustrated, she turned over and went back into bed, not wanting to see him.
The door creaked open, and then the bed sank behind them as Feng Huaihe sat on the edge of the bed, asking cryptically, "What is the relationship between Zhang Yin and Li Keyong, father and son?"
Feng Huaihe had been puzzled by this matter for a long time. In his previous life, Zhang Yin had earned the trust and favor of Li Keyong and his son. Even though Zhang Yin was incompetent, Li Cunxu never abandoned him.
Now that Chen Zhong has made his move, he doesn't even know where to begin.
Unfortunately, he was too busy with other matters in his previous life to investigate, and he still doesn't know why.
Zhu Qing, with her back to him, casually replied, "I don't know."
"You know," Feng Huaihe said, looking at her slender back. "You won't tell? You want to protect him?"
Zhu Qing was too lazy to bother with it.
Feng Huaihe waited silently, but after a while there was still no sound from her. A fire was burning in his heart. He reached out and grabbed Zhu Qing's waist, suddenly turned her over to face him, and stared at her coldly: "Can't you still forget him? Two lifetimes have passed. Is that good-for-nothing worth you thinking about so much?"
Zhu Qing was already annoyed by his unrestrained demands. Hearing him say that, she suddenly sat up and shouted, "Are you sick? What are you being so unreasonable about?"
"Then why don't you dare answer me? Don't you want to protect him like in your past life, and die for him?"
"I'm currently under your house arrest and coercion, how can I protect him?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Huaihe's gaze suddenly turned cold, a murderous glint flashing across it: "So you really do want to protect him, but you're just unable to use your skills because I've trapped you?"
Zhu Qing opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at Feng Huaihe: "What are you talking about?"
"Otherwise, why didn't you immediately deny it when I asked you if you wanted to protect him? Instead, you said you were trapped by me and had no ability to do so. Isn't that a tacit admission?"
"...What are you talking about?"
“You can’t be unaware of what I’m talking about,” Feng Huaihe’s gaze grew increasingly fierce. “Why don’t you dare admit it?”
"God, I really don't know what you're talking about. What do you want me to admit?"
"You still have feelings for Zhang Yin, you can't forget him, can you?"
Zhu Qing was completely confused. Frustrated, she ran a hand through her hair and said impatiently, "Fine, fine, I just can't forget him and I still miss him. Are you satisfied now?"
Feng Huaihe sneered, his eyes reddening with jealousy as he looked at Zhu Qing. "So you like a good-for-nothing like him. Before marriage, he relied on outsiders like Zhang Chengye to pull strings for him; after marriage, he relies on you to scheme for him. What can he give you?"
Zhu Qing said loudly, "What he gave you, you can never give him."
"Tell me what he can offer you? Does he condone your sacrifices for him, or do you expect to spend your whole life planning for him only to gain nothing?"
“In my past life, I was with you in the Secretariat, but you never let me into your life. But when I went to Jinyang, Zhang Yin, though incompetent, was cheerful, always smiling, and gentle as jade. He opened his heart to me, something you could never give me!”
Even though Zhu Qing no longer likes Zhang Yin, she hasn't forgotten why she liked him back then.
Upon hearing this, Feng Huaihe clenched his fists so tightly they cracked: "But you can't deny that you've spent your whole life scheming for him and gained nothing."
"But you killed me!"
Zhu Qing roared, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed a teacup from the small table in front of the bed, and threw it hard at Feng Huaihe.
As the emerald green teacup flew towards him, Feng Huaihe neither dodged nor avoided it. It slammed into his face with a thud and then crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.
He felt a sharp pain in his cheek, followed by a warm flow of blood.
Feng Huaihe reached out and wiped his hand, finding it covered in blood. He looked up, his brows furrowed with intense ferocity, and stared at Zhu Qing with a sinister gaze.
His face, half covered in blood, still stared at people with a sinister look, which made Zhu Qing's scalp tingle. She suddenly turned over and tried to run away, but her ankle was suddenly grabbed by a large hand and pulled backward. She was dragged back.
Zhu Qing screamed, and Feng Huaihe wiped the blood off his face and pressed down on her.
“I originally wanted you to rest and recuperate properly, but you brought this on yourself. Look carefully, no matter how much you miss Zhang Yin, the only person who can truly be one with you is me.”
Zhu Qing's face turned pale with pain, and she gripped the mattress beneath her tightly.
This was the first time Feng Huaihe had caused her so much pain in this matter.
Feng Huaihe's face was covered in blood, and his gloomy eyes stared intently at Zhu Qing, looking just like a vengeful ghost that had crawled out of the underworld to grab people. Zhu Qing was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.
Feng Huaihe casually wiped away the blood and continued his investigation of Zhu Qing as if nothing had happened.
He couldn't understand why Zhang Yin, who was just a good-for-nothing in both his past and present lives, could appear by his side in both lifetimes and have such a strong presence, competing with him for the only thing he owned.
What exactly did Zhu Qing see in him?
A useless person who only knows how to rely on others for protection.
Thanks to the protection of Li Keyong and his son, Chen Zhong was unable to kill him. Only after the message was sent back did he remember to ask Zhu Qing what the relationship was between Zhang Yin and Li Keyong and his son.
But Zhu Qing still wanted to protect him, so she refused to say anything.
Thinking of this, Feng Huaihe slammed his head against the wall, trying to comfort himself that Zhu Qing was his.
He refused to believe that he could kill Zhang Yin, that good-for-nothing, without Chen Zhong this time. He would personally take to the field and use his knife.
Zhu Qing had no idea what he was thinking. Looking at his expression, she felt terrified; his eyes seemed to want to kill her.
Zhu Qing simply closed her eyes and refused to look.
Out of sight, out of mind.
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Zhu Qing has been extremely weak these past two days.
My calves trembled a little when I walked.
Fortunately, the boat that Feng Huaihe rented on the Yellow River was comfortable, with a rocking chair. Feng Huaihe was brewing medicine for her while she swayed back and forth in the rocking chair.
After a long and winding journey, we arrived at Yunzhong Mountain five or six days later.
As we traveled, it was already late autumn, and the cold air was penetrating everywhere, seeping into our very bones.
Feng Huaihe had prepared winter clothes in advance, and Zhu Qing was wrapped up like a ball of fur, but her frail body still felt cold.
Once we cross the Yunzhong Mountain, we will reach Jinyang.
Feng Huaihe found an inn in Yunzhong Mountain and planned to cross the mountain after he had rested enough.
The inn was crowded and the air was a little warm. Zhu Qing and Feng Huaihe sat around the table, and the waiter brought out their food one by one.
Feng Huaihe handed chopsticks to Zhu Qing and asked, "Do you find anything uncomfortable about the Xihua Hall in Chang'an? I have prepared a similar house in Jinyang. If there is anything wrong with it, you can tell me and I will make improvements."
Zhu Qing thought for a moment and said bluntly, "Nothing about it is right. But if you move out and don't live with me anymore, then everything about it will be right."
The decorations in Xihuatang were indeed elegant and beautiful. If it weren't for Feng Huaihe's interference, Zhu Qing would definitely have liked it.
Feng Huaihe frowned, about to speak, when he suddenly heard a horse neighing outside the inn.
He glanced up and saw a man in a white velvet cloak riding up on horseback. The man dismounted and raised his clear and refined face.
Feng Huaihe clenched his fist tightly; it was Zhang Yin.
Zhang Yin was followed by a carriage and two attendants.
He wore a light blue robe underneath a white velvet cloak. Light snow was falling outside, which made his figure appear aloof and upright, like a snow pine.
Zhu Qing also noticed him. When she looked over, she met Zhang Yin's smiling gaze. He strode over to her.
"Qingqing!" Zhang Yin called out excitedly before even getting close. Zhu Qing laughed awkwardly and secretly sized up Feng Huaihe. Although his face was normal, his eyes were dark and he was staring at Zhang Yin with a half-smile.
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Author's Note: I've been updating less this month to meet my attendance requirement for next month, but I'll be updating more tomorrow as the new month begins. [heart emoji]
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Two men vying for one woman, a story of forceful possession, a tale of love and hate, mutual redemption, a love-hate relationship, and a powerful male protagonist who is even more twisted than this one, along with a chaotic mix of drama and NTR elements.
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