Chapter 27 The Damp Ghost Mu Han's expression became even more complex, a mixture of self-mockery and...
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A blinding light ripped across the sky, cutting through the clustered dark clouds. The flash of light disappeared in an instant.
Shen Qinglu opened her mouth with a mouth full of anger, as if she wanted to vent all her hatred. She did so with such force that her mouth immediately tasted rusty.
She wasn't pushed away; in the blink of an eye, she let go, but when she looked up, she saw an expression on Mu Hanshi's face that shouldn't have been there.
It was not entirely bewilderment, nor quite shock; it was extremely difficult to discern the truth.
Seizing the opportunity, she pulled at the other person, using the momentum to get up, and then shoved him away.
Mu Hanshi grabbed her arm and pulled her gently, but it felt like being chained, and she couldn't break free no matter what she did.
The drizzle intensified, like a weeping net trapping them.
She was really about to cry!
"I have no grudge against you, what I do is none of your business. If you want to curry favor with Yu Liuzhu, go find her. Why are you staring at me like this? You're a grown man, just say who you like. This sneaky stuff isn't honorable at all. You hypocrite, I despise you!"
Another bolt of lightning flashed, its brilliance like a reflective mirror, reflecting off Mu Hanshi's face. His expression became even more complex, a mixture of self-mockery, indifference, sarcasm, and a kind of exhilaration at being exposed.
Those calm, suffocating eyes stared straight at the person, gradually darkening and twisting, as if a giant serpent exuding poisonous gas was crawling out from within, its blood-red mouth gaping open, its long tongue flicking out, slowly approaching.
Shen Qinglu was horrified, her beautiful face turning as white as paper. "Why are you looking at me like that? If I were you, I wouldn't have time to pay attention to other girls. I'd just go find the one I love!"
"Then tell me, if I tell her how I feel, will she accept me?"
You really like Yu Liuzhu!
She cursed under her breath.
"If you don't tell her, how will she know? If she doesn't know, what's the point of talking about accepting or not accepting? Tonight is a beautiful night, why don't you go and tell her now?"
Because they were close by, even in the dark of night, she could roughly make out the other person's expression.
The sudden shift in demeanor, from a chilling aura to an indescribable loneliness and desolation, was merely a blink of an eye.
Is this Mu Laojiu crazy?!
She used the same trick again, taking the opportunity to push the other person away once more.
This time she succeeded.
Ignoring everything else, she lifted her skirt extremely high, and the way she ran so fast was not only unrefined but also lacked any semblance of grace; it was extremely inelegant and chaotic.
Darkness may conceal everything, but she could clearly feel an undeniable gaze following her from behind, as if she could never escape it.
She didn't know how much time had passed, so long that the feeling gradually disappeared, before she finally stopped to catch her breath.
"Miss." Xia Chan's voice rang out from behind a tree, and she quickly came over to help her. "Are you alright?"
Even though the night was dark and visibility was poor, Xia Chan could sense her panic.
She said, still shaken, "It's nothing, I was running too fast and tripped."
Looking back at the road I came from, there was no one there.
That Mu Lao Jiu should be gone by now, right?
The drizzle was still falling, and it seemed to have become even finer. A cicada opened its oil-paper umbrella and sheltered her head.
Her clothes, her hair, and her face were all damp, and when touched with a bare hand, they were all icy cold, just like her state of mind at that moment.
"No one saw you when you came over, right?" she asked Xia Chan.
Xia Chan shook her head, "Don't worry, Miss, I'll be careful."
She nodded, gazing at Liufang Xiaozhu in the night, and slowly curled the corners of her lips into a smile.
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The brightly lit courtyard, half-reflected in the misty, rain-drenched water, was utterly beautiful and hazy. From afar, it resembled a bright platform in the darkness, inspiring longing and attraction.
Inside the warm, spring-like house, everyone in the Yu family was present except for Yu Jingliang.
Yu Qingxue's hair was dripping wet, the water droplets falling onto her begonia-red cloak, spreading into patches of water stains. The cloak was made of jade and vermilion, and was a new style made after the New Year.
Yu Liuzhu was holding a large, dry cloth in her hand, preparing to wring out her hair herself.
She longed for it, felt a sense of relief, yet declined, saying, "Tang'er, I can do it myself."
"Aunt, you said someone pushed you into the water, but did you see who it was?" Yu Liuzhu asked, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, as she reached out to touch her.
Everyone was shocked by these words.
Madam Xie hurriedly asked, "Qingxue, who pushed you?"
Yu Qingxue hesitated. When she was rescued earlier, she was terrified and extremely anxious, and in her panic, she told him that she had been pushed into the water.
At this moment, reason prevailed over all her unease, and she began to hesitate and ponder.
Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Yu Liuzhu assumed that she had not seen the person clearly and said, "Aunt, who is that person? If you have not seen clearly or are not sure, I will call all the servants in the mansion together now so that you can identify them properly."
In the past, Shen Linlang would have thought her daughter was steady and capable, but now, seeing the child she had raised herself getting close to others, she felt that all the effort she had put in over the years had been in vain, and she felt an indescribable anger.
"Tang'er, do you think I'm not strict enough, or that I can't tolerate your aunt?"
These words were harsh, and Yu Liuzhu's eyes immediately welled up with tears.
Although Yu Zhiheng and his son Yu Jingxian didn't say anything, they both frowned. Their frowns weren't just about the matter itself, but also about Shen Linlang's attitude.
Shen Linlang doted on her daughter Yu Liuzhu to an extreme degree, never even raising her voice to her, let alone questioning her like this.
"Mother, what's wrong with you today? Tang'er didn't say anything wrong, why are you so angry?" Yu Jingxian asked, puzzled, but he could clearly sense the strangeness between his mother and sister.
Over the years, Yu Jingliang has lived in the General's Mansion, and his family of four has lived in harmony, never before as they have today.
Madam Xie wanted to ease the tension, so she could only start with Yu Qingxue, "Qingxue, you've been frightened, could it be that you've misremembered?"
Yu Qingxue lowered her eyes, her pupils contracting repeatedly.
At this moment, she also had some doubts, wondering if she had imagined things due to her extreme panic. If it was just her imagination, it would be a false alarm; but if it really was that wicked child…
After much deliberation, she decided that whether it was true or not, she couldn't say it.
Just as he lifted his eyelids, he suddenly met a pair of large, dark eyes, within which flickered eerie flames, and a chilling aura, which, combined with the wooden face, made him extremely eerie.
Even more terrifying was that the eerie face twitched, like a torn mask, revealing a menacing smile with its teeth and tongue, like a seductive ghost from the underworld coming to claim a life, enough to make one's soul fly away at first sight.
It's her!
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