She didn't want to stay here at all; he forced her to stay.
Su Wanwan was delicate and frail; although she seemed to be making a big fuss, she couldn't hurt him in the slightest.
Soon I was exhausted.
His lack of resistance made her fists weak and even less intimidating.
She cried and cursed him, "You bastard, you're such a bastard!"
I shouldn't have met you!
Lu Xingjian laughed in exasperation, "How can you possibly not recognize me?"
Su Wanwan felt a lump in her throat and couldn't speak for a moment. Her red, tear-filled eyes stared at him.
His nose was red, and his messy hair was stuck to his forehead with beads of sweat from all the fuss.
Her little face, flushed pink from anger, was covered in both tears and sweat.
They look so pitiful.
They've known each other since they can remember, playing together every day. How could she not know him?
She really couldn't help but recognize him.
Lu Xingjian's heart softened, and he forcibly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.
He gently stroked her back, his tone softening.
"Hate if you want to."
Hate is better than indifference.
She coldly pushed another woman onto his bed, watching with a smile as he consummated his marriage with her.
Su Wanwan still felt wronged and cried.
Even though her self-inflicted pain was deliberate, she still felt pain and resentment when those pains were inflicted upon her.
Especially seeing how gently he treated Xia Xueyi.
Treat yourself with indifference.
The difference is like night and day; the knife feels like a cut on the heart, leaving it bleeding profusely.
She thought she had let him go a long time ago.
But when the crucial moment came, they realized they didn't have it.
Finally, she collapsed into his arms.
"Why? Why do you have to torture me?"
He stroked her hair, his thin lips kissing it, his voice slightly hoarse.
I'd rather you hate me.
I don't want to be completely unrelated to you either.
Su Wanwan cried and said, "I want to go home, I just want to go home."
Lu Xingjian took a deep breath, his voice low and deep.
"This is your home."
Su Wanwan pressed her face against his chest, sobbing softly like a spoiled child.
"No, no. I want to go back to the Su family, I want to find my father, let me go, Lu Xingjian, let me go."
She no longer had the strength to struggle, and could only sob softly.
Tears soaked the clothes on his shoulders, and his voice was soft and delicate, full of grievance.
Lu Xingjian released her, wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips, cupped her face in his hands, and looked at her with gentle but firm eyes.
"Wanwan, shall I take you home?"
Su Wanwan looked up at him through her tear-filled eyes, somewhat incredulous. She sniffled, her voice still trembling with tears:
I don't believe it.
Lu Xingjian pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly, and kissed her forehead with his thin lips:
"Believe me."
Su Wanwan sobbed, "You lied to me."
"I'm not lying to you."
Su Wanwan was quiet for a while, then sobbed and whispered, "I wiped my snot on your clothes."
He's a very clean and tidy person, so he'll definitely let go of her.
He hugged her too tightly.
Lu Xingjian chuckled softly, pressing her face closer to his chest, his eyes filled with a tenderness he himself was unaware of.
"You little rascal."
Su Wanwan was a little confused.
Wasn't he very angry? How can he still laugh?
But she was too tired to care about anything else.
After crying for a while, she relaxed completely, feeling utterly exhausted. She absorbed the warmth of his embrace and soon fell asleep.
Lu Xingjian didn't expect her to fall asleep like this; she looked like a disheveled little kitten.
He picked her up and put her on the bed, then pulled the blanket up to cover her.
He stroked her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Wanwan, wait a little longer."
Who doesn't want to go home?
A deep sorrow lingered between his brows.
He wanted to as well.
Su Wanwan woke up several times during the night, her leg aching terribly. She tossed and turned, curling up into a ball to massage her injured leg.
Suddenly, a large hand came over and started massaging her injured leg.
The force was a little too strong, and she gasped in pain.
The pressure on his large hand lessened considerably, and he asked her gently, "How is this?"
It was Lu Xingjian's voice.
Su Wanwan felt a mix of emotions and softly hummed in agreement.
He has a really sharp tongue.
The concern was genuine.
After massaging her for a while, she finally felt much better and fell into a deep sleep again.
When I woke up again, it was already broad daylight.
She was sleeping in a strange room, and she was all alone in the room.
She lay on the bed in a daze for a while.
I wondered if the person who massaged my legs last night was a dream or something that actually happened.
She should be happy.
He cares about her, and perhaps one day he will take action against the Xia family for her sake.
But my heart ached terribly.
Actually, he did give her a chance.
If she tells the truth, he might agree to help her get revenge.
But feelings are like saved money.
That's all.
If he harms his wife's family for her sake, she will owe him a debt.
I will repay his kindness in the future.
What can she possibly use to repay this debt?
Instead of relying on his promises, it's better to plan for yourself; you'll always find an opportunity.
The door opened and a stunningly beautiful woman with striking, exotic features entered.
The beautiful woman laughed in broken Chinese:
"Young lady, you're awake. Would you like to take a bath first or have breakfast?"
Su Wanwan thought of the twelve beautiful women of different ethnicities that Zhou Wanxiu had mentioned as tribute.
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