Chapter 61 Mu Huaian Learns the Truth
The charcoal fire in the copper basin crackled. Yu Qinghuan didn't hold the soup bowl firmly and it fell on the table. The soup spilled and flowed along the table to the ground, wetting the hems of their clothes.
Yu Qinghuan opened her mouth and wanted to say that it wasn't Xie Zhili, but Xie Zhili's look just now would make anyone suspicious. Is there any difference between saying that it wasn't Xie Zhili who bit her and saying that it was Xie Zhili who bit her?
As soon as Xie Zhiwen died, she became entangled with Xie Zhili and couldn't wait to find other men to support her.
If Mu Huaian knew, how would he view himself?
Thinking of this, Yu Qinghuan clenched his teeth. This injury could only have been caused by Xie Zhili.
Seeing her reaction, Mu Huaian had nothing to understand. It was indeed Xie Zhili.
He suddenly closed his hand that was hanging at his side, the tip of his nail piercing deep into his palm. He spoke with difficulty: "Did he force you?"
Yu Qinghuan's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and she thought: It can't be considered forced.
From the very beginning, I was willing, but the situation changed later. Xie Zhili couldn't give me what I wanted, so I went to Xiao Jinghe again, which led to the dispute last night.
But how could I possibly explain all this clearly?
After a while, she shook her head and said, "Don't ask anymore."
As Yu Qinghuan spoke, she wanted to pick up the spilled soup bowl, but her outstretched hand was held by Mu Huaian.
The temperature of his palm was icy cold, which frightened her so much that her breathing stopped. She stared at Mu Huaian in a daze, her eyes full of confusion.
The wind outside the window made the window frames rustle.
Mu Huaian's Adam's apple rolled violently. He cared too much about what happened between Yu Qinghuan and Xie Zhili. Could it be that in order to survive in the Marquis' Mansion, she chose Xie Zhili between Wang and Xie Zhili?
"Qing Huan, if you have any troubles, you can tell me. No matter what, I can find a way to solve it for you."
When he said this, Yu Qinghuan clearly saw the emotion in those eyes that she had seen in Xie Zhiwen before.
She jerked her hand away, her heart pounding. "I'm not in trouble."
Mu Huaian didn't believe it, "The Yu family didn't treat you well, and Wang from the Marquis' Mansion is not a kind person. Now that Brother Yan is away, Xie Zhili is ambitious and is forcing you..."
"Mu Huaian!" Yu Qinghuan interrupted him anxiously.
Looking at Mu Huaian's stunned eyes, she explained helplessly, "It's not what you think. He didn't force me, so don't guess anymore."
Mu Huaian suddenly started coughing violently, and his inner shirt was already soaked with cold sweat.
Yu Qinghuan looked at the cold sweat oozing from the edge of his mask and realized that his cold was not completely cured.
She frowned, feeling that Mu Huaian really didn't take care of his body.
"I'll ask Xiaowu to find a doctor."
As she said that, she turned around and was about to leave, but her hand was once again grabbed by Mu Huaian behind her, and her fingertips were covered by his cold palm.
But this time, Mu Huaian hugged her from behind, his hot breath blowing on the back of her neck, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
"Don't go." His hands were shaking, his Adam's apple rolled heavily, and his previous self-control and courtesy were crushed between his lips and teeth: "I want to help you."
Yu Qinghuan was suddenly hugged by him, her feet nailed to the ground, unable to move. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt that Mu Huaian's behavior was not good. There was a difference between men and women, and it was against etiquette.
She put her hand on the trembling hand on her waist and wanted to pull the hand away from her waist, but when she felt the clammy hand, her heart softened.
At this moment, Mu Huaian looked down on himself more than ever. He was the young master of the Duke Dingguo Mansion, and also Xie Zhiwen's best friend for more than ten years. He should not have such despicable thoughts about his friend's wife. Even if he said he wanted to help her now, it was just selfish.
But he was too scared. He was afraid that Xie Zhili would continue to press him, and that Yu Qinghuan would eventually become Xie Zhili's person.
He could beat Xie Zhili in chess, but to Yu Qinghuan, Xie Zhili was a healthy man with a bright career, unlike himself...who had to hide behind a mask all day long before he could see anyone.
He buried his head in Yu Qinghuan's neck, fine beads of cold sweat oozing from the edges of his white jade mask. His voice was hoarse as he spoke carefully, "The Marquis' Mansion is a quagmire that eats people. Let me help you leave the Marquis' Mansion."
Yu Qinghuan's fingertips trembled slightly, "You can't help me, and I don't want to leave the Marquis' Mansion now."
Mu Huaian's eyes were filled with forbearance: "If you are afraid of having no place to stay after leaving the Marquis' Mansion, I will marry you in name only, not in reality..."
Before he could finish his words, Yu Qinghuan broke free from his arms, turned around, and stared at him, unable to believe that she would hear such words from his mouth.
She suddenly felt a little reluctant, but she didn't want to see Mu Huaian wasting his time on her. Such a good man should find a girl who is in love with him and is a good match for him, instead of doing it to help herself.
Thinking of this, Yu Qinghuan hardened his heart and sternly refused, "Mu Huaian, I don't need it."
Mu Huaian's unfinished words were stuck in his throat, and the blood color on his thin lips under the mask faded.
He swayed slightly and took a half step back. A look of desolation flashed in his eyes, and his fingertips dug deep into his palms. "I'm sorry, I was so abrupt. How could I let you marry my broken body?"
After all, he overestimated his own abilities. He thought that she was forced by Xie Zhili and wanted to keep her by his side, but he forgot that in his current state, no woman would be willing to marry him.
Compared to myself, Xie Zhili is the better match.
Hearing the self-mockery in his tone, Yu Qinghuan hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant."
Mu Huaian pulled the corners of his lips, suppressed the sourness in his throat, and forced a smile, "It's okay, just pretend I didn't say this today."
Yu Qinghuan clenched his hands into fists under his sleeves, feeling conflicted. If this continued, Mu Huaian would only think that he rejected him because he disliked his face, and he would be even more reluctant to take off the mask in the future.
Thinking of Mu Huaian's embarrassed look in the carriage, Yu Qinghuan felt uncomfortable.
We have known each other for a while, and I would rather not see or contact each other again than let him misunderstand me like this.
She made up her mind and said in a deep voice, "Xie Zhili didn't force me. I did it of my own accord."
Even though he had guessed it in his heart, when he actually heard Yu Qinghuan say this, Mu Huaian's heart still ached.
He suppressed his bitterness and said, "It's good that it's not forced."
A bitter feeling welled up in Yu Qinghuan's throat, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the charcoal basin. "After Xie Zhiwen died, Wang forced me to give birth to a child under Xie Zhiwen's name, or else she would kick me out of the mansion. So, I went to find Xie Zhili... For convenience, I moved to the manor."
Mu Huaian's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his pupils under the mask shrank as tight as needles.
Just now, he thought that Xie Zhili forced her, or they fell in love with each other after Xie Zhiwen's death.
But he could never have imagined that it was Yu Qinghuan who voluntarily approached Xie Zhili in order to give birth to a child so that she could stay in the Marquis' Mansion.
Yu Qinghuan gritted her teeth and said, "Xie Zhili and I have already been married. It's not that you are not good enough, it's that I am not worthy."
The crackling of the charcoal fire made the room even quieter. Mu Huaian's hands trembled, and there was only one sentence in his mind:
She and Xie Zhili had already been married, and it was her own will.
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