When the old lady saw that Fu Beiyao was injured, her expression changed slightly. She quickly came up from behind and said, "Tenth Prince, why did you do this?"
"It's yours, it won't run away." The old lady comforted him, her eyes gentle and filled with heartache for him.
But her words had a double meaning, and how could Fu Beiyao not understand?
With a wave of his hand, he seemed to reject the old lady's concern, shutting her out completely. "Ha, everyone knows you only favor him."
"Tenth Prince." The old lady looked troubled, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. She glanced at Rong Shang but ultimately said nothing.
She simply said, somewhat embarrassed, "Miss Mu, I'm sorry you had to see this."
Rong Shang smiled slightly and then shook her head.
But when she closed her eyes, her shimmering gaze shone with an unusual light.
*
With Fu Beiyao there, the old lady didn't get to say anything to Rong Shang in the end.
When it was late at night, the old lady prepared to go back to her room to rest before letting them return to their respective residences.
Rong Shang didn't say anything while traveling with Fu Beiyao.
Just as she walked out of the Jingyang Tower's main hall, the man behind her strode up and suddenly bent down to pick her up in his arms.
The pleasant scent of mint wafted over, and Rong Shang raised her eyes.
In an instant, their eyes met, and flames erupted.
Rong Shang raised an eyebrow, her gaze turning slightly cold. "What, has Tenth Master forgotten the lesson from before?"
Last night, he hugged her once and she kicked him twice. He still feels pain in his chest.
But Fu Beiyao didn't want to let go.
He smiled lazily and said, "I just wanted to give you a ride since you were injured."
Did I ask you to deliver it?
With an indifferent expression, Rong Chang struggled for a moment.
The pressure on his hand increased, and Fu Beiyao's smile widened. "Heh, you really have no conscience."
Red lanterns were still lit in the courtyard in front of the main hall. Fu Beiyao looked up and glanced at them, then picked up Rong Shang and walked into the courtyard.
"I heard that Fourth Brother has always been indifferent to you. How could you like that taciturn guy?"
He was determined not to let her go, which is why he held her so tightly, with his arms wrapped around her legs.
Rong Shang glanced at him indifferently, and couldn't help but think that this brat was really bold.
"He's a quiet type, and what about you?" Raising an eyebrow, Rong Shang said teasingly, "One's a repressed flirt, and the other's a flirtatious one?"
Well.
His steps suddenly stopped.
His long, dark eyes narrowed slightly, Fu Beiyao pursed his lips, and his sexy Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"Mu Yunshu, if I were the one who met you first, would you like me?"
Most people like Fu Jingchen but not him.
But he didn't care at all.
But now... he feels like he's starting to care a little bit again.
They carried her out, but on the way, the woman's cold voice came over, "No."
Does love have a first-come, first-served order?
No.
Fu Beiyao understood.
He licked his dry lips and replied with a hint of bitterness, "Yeah, I was just asking."
Perhaps feeling that his current low spirits didn't suit him, Fu Beiyao chuckled mischievously after saying a few words, "Do you believe me?"
"One day I will climb into your bed, and then you won't push me away."
Whatever the reason, he will get her, he definitely will.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the woman suddenly raised her hand as if to gouge his eyes.
In an instant, Fu Beiyao panicked. He subconsciously raised his right hand to cover himself, but he fell into Rong Shang's trap and let her escape from his arms.
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