Chapter 201 Humble
"Your servant, Shen Yan."
These words, like ice needles soaked in poison, pierced deep into Xiao Minglan's brain.
boom--!
There was a loud explosion in his head, and his last bit of luck was shattered to pieces.
Shen Yan.
Shen He's younger sister.
He met Shen He's biological sister.
That woman, the woman he longed for and thought about so much... If she knew, how would she look at him?
disdain?
Hate?
Or, regard him as your lifelong enemy?
Although Chen He's marriage to that fool broke his heart, there was still a trace of delusion in the darkest corner of his heart.
A fool can't give her a future, nor can he give her the true reality of a husband and wife.
He still has a chance.
But now...
Once he got involved with her sister, the gap between them became a bottomless abyss.
It's no longer possible.
Completely, it's over.
Xiao Minglan suddenly rolled off the bed and staggered back two steps, as if the soft bed was a monster that could devour people.
Walking barefoot on the cold ground, the chill ran down the soles of my feet all the way up to the top of my head.
He was completely awake.
Everywhere you look, there's a mess.
His own outer robe, and... the woman's clothes, torn to shreds.
The pink fabric, like butterflies with broken wings, was scattered miserably everywhere.
Every fragment silently accused him of his madness and brutality last night.
Regret and rage, like two poisonous snakes, gnawed at his internal organs madly.
Xiao Minglan clenched his fists suddenly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.
He stared at the ground, not daring to look at the shivering figure on the bed.
"last night……"
He finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper was rubbing against him.
When Chen Yan heard his voice, she trembled like a frightened rabbit. She raised her red and swollen eyes with a hint of humble expectation that she herself was not even aware of.
"Last night, Your Highness and I..."
She hadn't finished speaking yet.
"Nothing happened!"
Xiao Minglan looked up suddenly and interrupted her harshly!
His eyes were cold and violent, as if he was looking at a sworn enemy rather than a woman with whom he had had physical contact.
"Can't!"
"I can't let anything happen to you!"
Every word he uttered was like a loud slap in Shen Yan's face.
Can't?
Absolutely not?
What about the bruises on her body and the tearing pain?
In his eyes, her last bit of innocence and dignity were so insignificant that they could even be easily wiped out with just one sentence?
Finally, a hot tear, unable to be held back, slid down from the corner of her eye, hitting the quilt and creating a small dark stain.
Then, the second drop, the third drop...
Tears burst the dam, surging silently.
She bit her lips until they bled, but she couldn't make a sound.
All that remained was the broken whisper filled with endless grievance and despair.
"Your Highness..."
Xiao Minglan looked at her tears without any sympathy in his heart, only increasingly frantic annoyance.
He looked away, bent down, and began to pick up his clothes on the ground one by one.
His movements were rough, as if he wanted to tear the fabric into pieces.
"Go ahead."
He asked coldly without even looking up.
"Do you want money or status?"
silver?
status?
Chen Yan's head drooped even lower, almost burying it in her chest.
Those eyes that were once clear now had only a grayish look like stagnant water.
She clutched the quilt beneath her, digging her nails deep into her palms, trying to use the pain to awaken her numb nerves.
"Your servant..."
Her voice was as light as a feather, with a broken tremor.
"Nothing."
Xiao Minglan's movements did not pause at all, as if she was just saying some insignificant nonsense.
He turned his back to her, tightened the belt of his middle garment, and then put on his outer robe.
The hands that had caressed every inch of her skin were now calmly and neatly adjusting her clothes.
It seemed as if everything that happened last night was just an absurd dream that should not have existed.
After finishing, he bent down.
Picking up the torn pink cloth that belonged to her on the ground.
Then, without even looking at it, he threw it directly onto the bed, hitting Shen Yan's curled up body coldly.
"Put it on."
His gaze finally fell back on the bed.
But not at her.
Instead, he stared intently at the center of the bed sheet, that...
Especially dazzling, crimson.
It was like a poisonous flower blooming in the snow, burning his eyes.
This red color is irrefutable evidence.
It is the ironclad evidence of his stupidity and sin that he can never wash away!
Anger and murderous intent once again surged wildly from the bottom of his heart.
He turned his face away suddenly and strode towards the door, as if the air in the room would drive him crazy if he stayed there for another second.
The moment his hand touched the door knocker, he stopped.
Still didn't look back.
"If you have decided what you want, you can come to Prince Yi's Mansion to find me anytime."
There was no warmth in the voice.
That wasn't a promise, it was a cold ultimatum.
"Your Highness!"
This sentence was almost a scream.
Chen Yan, wrapped in a quilt, suddenly sat up straight, her messy hair stuck to her pale face, making her look like a female ghost fished out of the water.
She looked at his resolute back, and a huge panic gripped her heart.
He is leaving.
He just left like that.
Then what is she?
A joke?
"Your Highness, don't go!"
“I, I…”
She was incoherent and tears welled up in her eyes again.
"I don't want anything! I really don't want anything!"
"I know... I know that His Highness loves the eldest sister!"
"I won't... I won't hinder Your Highness! I won't say anything!"
"Please, don't go..."
She didn't know what she was saying, she just knew she couldn't let him leave like that.
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she was overwhelmed by endless contempt.
Shen Yan, look at what you look like now.
How despicable and ridiculous.
My eldest sister is right. You are no longer the aloof and proud second daughter of the Shen family.
But why?
Why are you still so humble?
I humble myself to the dust, just to beg for the slightest mercy from this man.
Xiao Minglan finally turned around.
There was no longer any trace of drunken confusion on his face, nor was there any trace of the rage he had just had.
All that remained was a chilling calm that made one feel cold all over.
He walked step by step back to the bed and looked down at her condescendingly.
That look was like looking at a dead object.
"I'm glad you understand."
He spoke slowly, enunciating each word.
"If Ah He knew what happened last night..."
His voice suddenly lowered, carrying a thick murderous aura, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, licking Chen Yan's earlobe.
"I will never forgive you!"
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