Chapter 45 My Wife 45 Surrounded by wolves, how can I know I can’t do without you? ...
I don’t know what the other people in the place who were looking at the host family thought.
Cheng Ruochen couldn't take his eyes off the widow who remained as tall and straight as a bamboo even after kneeling in front of the eternal lamp for a long time. He managed to restrain himself from greedily describing that beautiful face, but his gaze went down and he was deeply attracted by the slender waist that was tightly bound by a belt of the same color, which looked so light, flexible and easy to control.
Thinking further, it was already very inappropriate to combine it with the memory of him holding Lu Huai horizontally in Huaying Tower, and he started to have wild thoughts.
As the widow's closest friend, Pei Yu was also invited to participate in the funeral rites. He sat in the tent closest to the mourning hall with Cheng Ruochen, Bai Qichao, and others.
Originally this position was reserved for close relatives from both families.
But the people at Duke Shen's mansion were incredibly indifferent, not even bothering to put on a show. Neither Shen Youzhong nor Liu Yilan showed up. Upon hearing the news, Shen Meng was somewhat willing to go, but Lu Huai, knowing whether she was sincere or not, rejected her as well.
Lu Huai felt that it was better if they didn't come. Shen San's spirit in heaven probably wouldn't welcome them to come and just make him unhappy...
Pei Yu wanted to give Yan Jin some time to recover because he had just revealed his feelings so boldly not long ago, and not to keep pressing him and annoying him, and also let himself think about what to do with Yan Jin in the future since he had given his heart to him.
Who would have thought that in just a few short days, everything would be turned upside down. Even Chen San, who was lucky enough to have Lu Huai accept the man and caused him to feel ugly jealousy, had become a ghost in the flames.
He had assumed that since both his love was in the same person, he would have mixed feelings about the departure of this person, someone he'd considered a childhood sweetheart. He might even have felt a sense of shame, feeling that he would be Yan Jin's closest person from now on.
But when he really faced the Lu Mansion, which was different from the past in silence and solemnity, looked at the coffin with exquisite carvings but no admiration, and thought that Shen San's body was contained inside, he still didn't know what to feel.
Although he was accustomed to seeing separations and deaths on the battlefield, with many of his brothers chatting and laughing with him before going into battle, only to be found lifeless and cold and stiff when he was counted, he was still somewhat saddened by the sudden and unexpected loss of such a young and vibrant life in the peaceful and harmonious capital.
After knowing the other man's identity, he originally thought that a man with such ambitions as Shen Chensheng would definitely climb very high and make Shen Youzhong and his gang pay the price before he would give up. However, he never expected that he would not fulfill his long-cherished wish and leave so hastily and quickly, and finally stay forever in the false identity of "Miss Shen San".
At this moment, Pei Yu's heart was actually filled with a dark emptiness. Perhaps the only thing that could describe it was regret, and worry about the increasingly thin figure in white clothes.
Chen San, oh Chen San, do you know that if you pass away like this, leaving this white chrysanthemum that has always attracted countless eyes without its home and vulnerable exposed among the public, how many people will be tempted to stretch out their hands filled with dark desires again?
But thinking about himself again, Pei Yu couldn't help feeling bitter, thinking that Shen San still occupied the position of "Lu Huai's wife".
Furthermore, she died so tragically when their love was at its most intense. No matter how hard others tried, they might not be able to penetrate Yan Jin's closed heart. Even if they were lucky enough to get a place, they would probably not be able to get past this "deceased wife" of his.
But he had little hope to begin with, and even at this moment, no matter how heartbroken he was, he did not dare to rashly step forward to pick the fragile white flower, to gather him under his wings as he wished, and pass on strength to him.
Because he understood that although being honest about his feelings was a necessary step forward, it came at a price. He and Yan Jin could no longer return to the pure sunshine of close friends. All their entanglements were now tinged with lust and love.
He could only look at Lu Huai deeply, suppressing the strong desire to hug him in his arms immediately.
Lu Huai was still kneeling there silently, as if, ever since he had briefly greeted them as the host, he had become like a statue of an immortal with his soul extracted, as if only his body made of cold jade remained in the world, and his mind had gone with the person who had died in the sea of fire.
The tenderness of the past was now etched in his bones, leaving only a dead silence and gloom, which made his friends such as Bai Qichao and Fang Siming, as well as everyone else in the Lu Mansion who was also grieving, extremely worried.
But after all, they are not the deceased's closest relatives. No one has the right to rashly disturb the widow who is left alone in the world of grief, and to interfere with and destroy the last reunion between him and his lover after they are separated by life and death.
No one knows how it feels to just be in love with your lover, to just fulfill your duties and do what you should do, and then come back to face a shocking change and be crushed by the cold and desperate reality.
Lu Huai couldn't accept it for a while, and even thought it was his fault that the accident happened. He felt that he shouldn't have let Shen San get what he wanted, so he really died in a daze in his dream.
He passed out on the spot and nearly took out his wife's jade hairpin and stabbed it into his throat in a trance. Fortunately, Chunying and Xialu, worried about him, stopped him from doing such a self-destructive thing. His father also dared not sleep a wink because of this incident, heartbroken but afraid to say a word to his poor son.
He knew that he couldn't continue like this, otherwise he would disappoint everyone. He had to cheer up and deal with everything that followed, so that his unfortunate lover could sleep peacefully, instead of being engulfed by the merciless flames and unable to find peace.
Even now, when Lu Huai was kneeling in front of the coffin, he was still in a daze. He always felt that Chen Chensheng had not really left so abruptly, but was in some corner, still gazing at him with eyes full of tenderness for him, and staying by his side.
He still couldn't give up the pursuit of the truth. He didn't believe that everything was so coincidental. It really could be that clumsy excuse: the unextinguished candle was knocked over, and it happened to merge with the lamp oil, igniting the fire and then engulfing the unconscious Shen San in his dream...
How could he have been so deeply absorbed in unconsciousness when he was in a deep sleep? Could the tears he vaguely saw the night before, when they were passionate, be a sign of separation?
At this moment, Lu Huai was shocked to find that rather than being certain that his lover was so completely separated from him, he would rather Shen San had never truly loved him, that everything was just a heartless conspiracy, and that it was not him who was lying quietly in the coffin.
But no matter what, except for the face that was difficult to identify, the charred corpse's clothes and body shape were very similar to Shen San. He had personally collected the corpse, and it seemed that... there was no chance of survival.
Unconsciously, this gentleman who is usually the most gentle and polite could no longer control the grief in his heart. His expression was silent and numb, but the tears seemed to have life, flowing out of his eyes like continuous drizzle.
A hand suddenly appeared in front of him, handing him a clean handkerchief, while comforting him, "Please accept my condolences, don't hurt yourself, Yanjin."
He originally thought that the person coming was Huaiyuan, but the voice was too different to be recognizable.
"Thank you... Xuan Ning"
Lu Huai raised his head, and when he met those peach blossom eyes filled with concern, he seemed to be burned by the light in them and dodged a little. He took the handkerchief and replied bitterly.
My condolences... He was thinking so, but how could he easily resist the emotions that were like a tidal wave that was about to swallow him up?
But he didn't know that the moment he raised his face, Cheng Ruochen, who had just been genuinely concerned about the young master and had taken advantage of Pei Yu, the first "loyal minister", standing there without showing any courtesy, had his pupils shrink slightly, because the tearful gesture on the plain and pure face of the lonely and helpless widow was really too...
Unexpectedly, what was more gripping than the scene where his tear marks were half-dried and the tears were about to fall but couldn't, was the sight of him actually crying.
This sense of impact is like an immortal being contaminated by the mundane world and shackled, unable to pull his clothes off the stakes on the altar that bound him. He is like a fragile glass sculpture that can only be manipulated by others.
It also made it difficult for him to control some of his own thoughts that he did not want to tell others, such as wanting to personally take the handkerchief and carefully wipe away Lu Huai's tears, and gently stroke the petals stained with the water-blue lotus - that pale, soft and sad face.
Then, while restraining his wrists, she covered her face with the handkerchief, sniffed and licked the wet handkerchief in front of him, and shared with him how delicious the dew was.
Cheng Ruochen didn't consider himself a gentleman. With his courage, he couldn't even seduce the young master in front of the deceased mistress, but the prerequisite was to be accepted.
He felt that he was just a good dog of his young master. Although the chances of him taking the throne were higher without his mistress, he still had to do his duty, especially at a time when Lu Huai was so sad. He probably didn't have the energy to cater to his wishes anymore.
The heartache I feel at this moment is greater than the budding desire.
Cheng Ruochen stayed patiently by Lu Huai's side. Although he knew that the other party would not regard him as someone to cuddle with, he still couldn't help but imagine that he could give Lu Huai some strength and support.
What if the young master could see how good and reliable I am and have some mercy on me?
He took a step forward, pretending to be the most considerate relative, and gently placed his hand on Lu Huai's back and stroked it. He noticed that although the body under his hand stiffened for a moment, he did not perceive any other meaning. He just relaxed and calmly accepted it slowly.
Cheng Ruochen's eyelashes drooped slightly, his face showing the same sorrow and heartache as the others, or even more intense. However, a raging wind roared in his heart, repeating the most despicable and dark plot:
That's it, take it slow, let the little master get used to his closeness little by little, and then replace Shen San's position in his mind step by step.
Until they actually entered the house, she told the elegant young man, who was feeling very guilty for betraying his deceased wife, that "the past is dark and cannot be retrieved", and then she took him into the bed curtains and pushed him down, letting him forget the past and follow the usurping evil dog to a new bliss.
The widow he was comforting was actually daydreaming, silently chatting with 0359 in her heart.
0359 As soon as Lu Huai put on this white outfit and got into the role, he started yelling: "Huai Huai, you look really good in this..."
"What's good? When did our Xiaojiu become so hesitant in speaking?"
"You can say that, it's so astringent and feels so good!" You can tell from the tone that the expression must be very aroused, without even seeing the little ball, and the eyes are looking around dishonestly, almost like whistling.
Isn't it just wearing a white dress and tying it a little tighter around the waist... As for... why does it feel like Xiaojiu has become weird after staying in the pure love world for too long?
At that time, he was watching the servants and maids placing tributes and tidying up the mourning hall in a "sad and wooden" manner, and he almost lost his concentration when he heard the voice of 0359.
If she lacked the conviction of a good actor, the image of a tragic widow that she presented would not be flawless.
Then came a series of procedures. In the middle, Lu Huai and Pei Yu looked at each other briefly and then looked away. The concern and heartache for each other were indeed what a good friend should have, but he was so well-behaved that it made people feel distressed. Just like a loyal big dog that smelled sadness and would only squat aside and support silently.
Lu Huai was very satisfied with his performance and felt that he only needed to play the role of a love-struck widower who was extremely sad and infatuated with his wife well, and he would receive a reminder from the system that the plot line was completed.
Unexpectedly, before the main system's announcement, the beautiful young man with peach blossom eyes who handed over a handkerchief "supported him" very gently and considerately, causing the protagonist's body, which had become sensitive due to the "training", to almost have some unusual reactions.
0359 said in a strange tone: "This third place winner is really looking for opportunities to get close to me, Huai Huai, he definitely has ulterior motives."
Lu Huai sighed, and instead of bringing up the awkwardness just now, he simply replied calmly, "I know."
At this time, I received a notification from the main system.
[The second male lead plays an important plot point: "Life and Death Parted" completion rate 1/1, has been lit up "Deep Love, Shallow Fate" achievement. ]
On the other hand, Chu Yuanting in the palace opened a fast letter handed to him by the visitor under the resentful gaze of Shen Chensheng who had returned to report.
"Yan Jin has been having a really hard time these past two days. He's really been suffering. I heard that he barely managed to cheer himself up today, but he's already wearing white to say goodbye to his late wife."
When Chen Chensheng thought about how much her decision to leave him like that had just happened would hurt her husband, what kind of situation he would be in now, and how heartbroken the people who loved him in the Lu Mansion would be over this matter, her heart ached so much that she wished she could cut herself into pieces.
His cold gaze rested on the lofty king. "If it weren't for your despicable scheme, I wouldn't have been forced to separate from my husband. Now I am still by his side. I will protect him and prevent him from any harm."
"Your Majesty keeps saying that this is for the good of Yan Jin and me, but in reality, it is Your Majesty who is causing us pain."
Chu Yuanting seemed unaffected by his accusations and twisted the letter slowly and calmly: "But I gave you everything you wanted, didn't I? If it weren't for my help, you, Shen San, could have made Shen Youzhong retreat step by step?"
He continued to vent his anger, "You've been very efficient these past two days. It turns out your stepfather and aunt were planning to go and offer sacrifices to you, but they were caught off guard and completely overwhelmed by this incident. This has saved Yan Jin a lot of worry."
"If you have any concern for Yan Jin, have you ever thought about why you were able to act so decisively and ruthlessly without considering the consequences? In the final analysis, it was because of my protection."
“That’s enough!”
Chu Yuanting looked at Shen Chensheng's increasingly ugly face, and suddenly laughed meaningfully: "Is it painful now? I heard that Pei Yu and Cheng Ruochen were beside Yan Jin today. You must know what they think of him.
Furthermore, the official who took the initiative to go with him to Huaying Tower was the son of his tutor who always asked him for advice on poetry... You are always the only one who showed your courtesy to Yan Jin."
"Guess what, gaunt in white, with tears streaming down her face, in a corner unknown to you and me, who knows what kind of pitiful state this widow has become because of them?"
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The author has something to say: My wives, I am late again. Today is also a day when a hot girl (crossed out) is pitiful to me (checked). Huai Huai is being imagined a lot.
I am a sinner who punishes myself tomorrow, not today. I will create a new Cheng Xiaogou and the Widow () column Big Eyed Cat (meow meow meow)
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