"It could be anyone else, why the Si family of all? Liang Shaozun has such a bad reputation, so he could face the storm, but why can Chen Hede stand in the light while you can't? Why?"
Xu Zhuohua pounded his chest, and Cheng Muyun groaned before letting the rain of fists fall on him.
It turns out that Xu Zhuohua knew everything. Xu Zhuohua was much smarter than Cheng Muyun thought, and even knew the relationship between them very well.
Cheng Muyun grasped Xu Zhuohua's hand, his eyes filled with sorrow, "Zhuohua, I can't explain to you that we are responsible for different things, and the consequences we bear are naturally different."
"You know the consequences, Cheng Muyun! Do you know what the consequences are?"
You will be remembered with infamy for eternity! Despised by all!
It wasn't you who did it, but they're forcing the blame on you!
Aren't you wronged?
Xu Zhuohua's tears fell without warning, and her hands fell limply to her sides. "I don't want to see you like that. It's too unfair to you, Cheng Muyun. I don't want to see it."
Cheng Muyun felt a pang of sadness in his heart; he hadn't expected Xu Zhuohua's reaction to be so strong.
This made him suspect that Xu Zhuohua really knew about the future.
After all, her prediction about the fall of Dongzhou came true last time.
"What consequences could there be that even I cannot bear?"
Xu Zhuohua's tears fell like beads from a broken string, a mixture of heartache and grievance.
She didn't want to tell Cheng Muyun, but he was a stubborn person, and almost no one could persuade him. Even as his wife, Xu Zhuohua wasn't sure.
But one thing is certain: Cheng Muyun absolutely loves her.
Even though it meant using himself to threaten Cheng Muyun, Xu Zhuohua didn't care about anything else.
"You will be framed; someone will try to harm you."
Cheng Muyun said, "I'm not afraid. I've already made preparations."
"But I'm the one who died, so they can't harm you and instead turned their attention to me."
Cheng Muyun's eyes changed instantly, and his face darkened. He tried to control his expression, his lips twitched a few times, but he still couldn't control himself.
He felt his heart stop beating, his throat tighten, and he couldn't breathe. Just hearing about this outcome was unbearable for him.
"Really?" Cheng Muyun's voice was hoarse, startling both of them.
Xu Zhuohua was even more surprised by Cheng Muyun's strong reaction.
His eyes, usually sharp and determined like those of a hunting beast, were now filled with fear, as if he were a lamb to the slaughter.
Xu Zhuohua covered his cold hand and leaned forward, "It's okay, it hasn't happened yet, there's still a chance."
Cheng Muyun seemed to have been drained of all his energy. His handsome face was lifeless, and his eyes were fixed on Xu Zhuohua, but she felt that he was looking at a treasure that was about to be lost.
Xu Zhuohua dared not look into that despairing, withered look in Cheng Muyun's eyes; she couldn't believe that such a look could appear on Cheng Muyun's face.
She panicked; history cannot be revealed in advance.
Just like when you're watching a TV series and then watch it ahead of time, the huge satisfaction followed by a disappointment is hard to accept.
Xu Zhuohua was filled with regret. She hugged Cheng Muyun's stiff body and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It's okay now, it won't happen, Cheng Muyun, don't be afraid."
Xu Zhuohua felt a warm, wet sensation on her neck. She realized that Cheng Muyun was crying.
Cheng Muyun is a typical big man from Dongzhou, and he rarely cries.
Cheng Wenyun's unexpected death was one instance, but this time, his tears rolled down his cheeks, and he was even more heartbroken than before.
Xu Zhuohua seemed to see a hint of Liang Shaozun's grief for Cheng Wenyun on his face.
Broken, sad, helpless, that feeling of powerless frustration.
Xu Zhuohua hugged his face, wiping away his scalding tears with her fingers; she couldn't bear it herself either.
Tears streamed down her face as she tried her best to suppress her sobs, hoping to reassure Cheng Muyun. "It's okay, Cheng Muyun, it hasn't happened yet, there's still a chance."
Cheng Muyun cried like a child, and nothing could soothe her.
The road was uneven, and the car wobbled along.
Cheng Muyun had been holding Xu Zhuohua's hand tightly since the beginning, as if he was afraid she would leave.
The tall, upright man leaned on Xu Zhuohua's shoulder, his eyes filled with sorrow, like a wounded big cat.
Xu Zhuohua's thoughts drifted away with the swaying car.
The two embraced, each with their own thoughts.
By the time they reached the transfer station, it was completely dark, and the entire convoy drove into a spacious warehouse.
Cheng Muyun gave Xu Zhuohua a deep look, released his fingers, opened the car door, and got out of the car.
Xu Zhuohua stood frozen in the car. That glance was so unusual, as if it held countless lingering feelings of longing and reluctance.
She couldn't see clearly or understand, so she got out of the car with a frown, only to see Cheng Muyun already gone.
Her legs were a little numb. Standing there, watching Cheng Muyun's back, she had a vague feeling that this man was getting further and further away from her.
Amidst the puzzled looks of the crowd, Cheng Muyun walked to Luo Yunqiao's car, opened the door in a very gentlemanly manner, and extended a hand.
Luo Yunqiao's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
She hesitated when she saw Cheng Muyun's face clearly.
Cheng Muyun, however, naturally took that hand and gently pulled Luo Yunqiao out.
She still had a gentle smile on her face.
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