Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Going Crazy
A tall and handsome figure stood at the door. His face was blurred by the sunset light, and his facial features could not be seen clearly. However, Zhe Rou recognized him at a glance.
When their eyes met, she felt a sudden pain in her heart. She almost instinctively wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by the low and hoarse voice, and she was frozen in place, unable to move.
"妱妱."
Lu Chen walked through the gate and headed straight towards the two people in the yard, with no expression on his face.
It had only been over half a month since we last met, but he had lost a lot of weight, his face was pale, and he looked indescribably haggard and tired. His eyes seemed to be darker and gloomier, with a hint of hostility surging in them.
Watching the familiar yet unfamiliar young man approaching step by step, after a brief moment of surprise, Zhe Rou felt her heart pounding.
How did he find his way here? And how did he get here so quickly?
Before she could react, Ye Yian had already noticed something was wrong. He took a step forward, blocking Zhe Rou behind him, and looked up at Lu Chen: "Sir, who are you?"
Lu Chen didn't even look at him. His dark eyes were fixed on Zhe Rou. He said in a hoarse voice, "Come here, 妱妱."
Zhe Rou pursed her lips, her throat choking slightly, "Lu Bingyan, I have nothing to do with you anymore."
Lu Chen was stung by her rejection. Anger surged in his dark eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Come here!"
Ye Yian straightened his back, stretched out his hand to block the way, and said coldly: "She, she has nothing to do with you, don't embarrass her!"
Lu Chen had lost all his patience by this point. He grabbed Ye Yian's wrist and twisted it hard with his backhand. With a crisp sound of bones crackling, he slammed the man to the ground and shouted angrily, "Get out!"
Seeing that Nan Heng was about to attack, Zhe Rou was startled and hurriedly stepped forward and whispered to Ye Yian, "Master Ye, you go first."
Seeing her defending him, Lu Chen felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He didn't know whether she was trying to mock her or stab himself. "Why, are you feeling heartbroken?"
After hearing his nonsense, Zhe Rou raised her head in disbelief, her body trembling slightly with anger, "Lu Bingyan!"
"Nine Lady..."
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Ye Yian was naturally worried and wanted to protect Zhe Rou behind him. However, as a weak scholar, how could he withstand Nan Heng's skills? Before he could struggle, he was knocked unconscious by Nan Heng's hand knife and carried away.
The courtyard became quiet again. The evening breeze rustled through the branches of the jujube tree. Neither of them spoke.
Lu Chen stared at Zhe Rou with his dark eyes for a long time before he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Why are you leaving?"
Zhe Rou was angry and couldn't help but sneer when she heard this: "If I don't leave, do I have to stay and watch you divorce your wife and marry someone else, and then drink a glass of your wedding wine?"
"Jiajie!" Lu Chen's face turned pale, as if he had been stabbed in the chest. He said angrily, "You know I can't do it!"
Since these words hurt him, how could she feel good about it? Zhe Rou gritted her teeth and said nothing more.
Closing his eyes, Lu Chen suppressed his anger and patiently explained, "Miss, I have dealt with the Xu family's affairs."
Zhe Rou was stunned.
"Xu Chong's wife, Zhou, is dead. I did it myself."
"The daughter of the Xu family must remain at home in mourning. Moreover, I am the murderer of her mother. From now on, I will have nothing to do with her."
Zhe Rou was completely stunned.
"Miss, stop making trouble and come back with me, okay?"
The news came too suddenly. It would be a lie to say that he was not shocked at all. But there was much more between them than just Xu Shiliu Niang. He even thought... did he think she was making a fuss?
When she came to her senses, Zhe Rou felt a sharp pain in her heart.
She shook her head and whispered, "Lu Bingyan, I understand you've had difficulties. There's no need to dwell on the past. I'm living a good life now, and I don't want to look back."
After that, she said nothing more, turned around and walked back into the house. She raised her hand to close the door, but Lu Chen caught up with her and pushed her back, "What do you mean by this?"
Zhe Rou pursed her lips and whispered, "It's getting late. It's not convenient for me to be here. Please leave."
"You are my wife. It's just a room. Why should I be inconvenienced? Why can't I enter it?"
Lu Chen stepped directly into the room. The air seemed to become thinner in an instant. Zhe Rou's heart trembled and she secretly clenched her palms.
Lu Chen looked around the house she was currently renting.
It was extremely simple. There was only a low couch in the bedroom, the tables and chairs in the living room were all old, and the floor was made of the roughest bricks and stones.
It is still barely habitable now in the midsummer, but when the winter comes and the south of the Yangtze River is cold and damp, there is no heated kang, and no one will chop firewood and boil water for her. She will have to use cold water for washing and cooking, and frostbite on her hands will definitely come back.
I would rather live such a hard life than leave him.
Lu Chen's heart suddenly ached, and he gritted his teeth, "Send someone to pack up and go home with me tomorrow."
Thinking of the days in Shangjing, Zhe Rou felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she shook her head gently, "That's not my home."
"Why not?!"
"Lu Bingyan...you and I are not equals at all...if one day in the future you want to take a concubine or a mistress, I will be helpless and can only endure..."
After a long while, she bit her lip and looked up at Lu Chen, her vision blurry. "I can't rely on your conscience to live my whole life... Lu Bingyan, do you understand?"
"I don't understand!" Lu Chen grabbed her wrist, his eyes red. "You don't trust me, but you trust others, even that poor scholar, huh?"
Zhe Rou remained silent for a moment, but Lu Chen could no longer bear it. He lowered his head and kissed her lips desperately, kissing her eagerly.
Their breaths were intertwined, and it was difficult to tell one from the other. Zhe Rou was furious and struggled hard to push him away. Lu Chen simply twisted her hands behind her back, pinched her face with one hand, and kissed her deeply and passionately.
The skin under his palm was warm and soft, as delicate as jade, with the familiar faint fragrance of apricot blossoms. The moment he touched it, Lu Chen's heart suddenly trembled, and his eyes suddenly felt sour and hot.
The desire in his heart grew stronger, and he could no longer satisfy it. He tried to pry open her teeth with his breath, but Zhe Rou clenched her teeth and refused to obey.
The veins on her forehead were throbbing. While kissing her, Lu Chen skillfully reached into her clothes and covered her slender waist with his hot palms.
The invasion came unexpectedly, and Zhe Rou was completely defenseless. She whimpered immediately. The man in front of her took advantage of the situation to push open her teeth, drove straight in, hooked out her tongue and sucked deeply.
Unspeakable humiliation and sadness filled her heart. Zhe Rou was extremely angry and used all her strength to push away. She didn't know where she hit him. Suddenly, she heard Lu Chen groan, as if he couldn't bear the pain, and the strength in his hands relaxed for a moment.
Zhe Rou took the opportunity to break free from his restraints, holding onto the table, gasping for breath.
After a long while, Lu Chen raised his hands to cover the wound on his waist and abdomen. Blood was seeping out from between his fingers. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of grief. "妱妱..."
Zhe Rou couldn't get through to him, and the pain in her heart grew worse. She choked out a sob and said, "I was born in the countryside, and I should have lived an ordinary life like this. It's better than having anything to do with high-ranking officials and nobles."
"He's really unwilling to be associated with high-ranking officials and nobles..." Lu Chen laughed mockingly, "Then what do you think of Xie Mingqi's identity?"
"Lu Bingyan, I have nothing to do with them! Even if I do, it has nothing to do with you." Zhe Rou's heart ached, and she couldn't help but look up at him. Her chest heaved violently, and tears welled up in her eyes. She barely suppressed the sob in her throat, "I asked your mother for a divorce letter. Now I am an abandoned woman of the Lu family. You have nothing to do with weddings or funerals anymore!"
Their eyes met in silence for a moment, and Lu Chen suddenly chuckled, his eyes cold and silent, "Where is the divorce letter?"
Zhe Rou was slightly startled.
The divorce letter... The divorce letter was left on the canal boat and she couldn't get it out right now.
Zhe Rou was unable to answer for a moment, so she could only lower her head, bite her lips, and dig her fingertips deeply into her palms.
Lu Chen lowered his eyes and watched her silent resistance. He felt as if he was about to be completely swallowed by the sour tide in his chest. The pain in his lungs was like needles pricking him, making it difficult for him to breathe. He even wanted to bend over in pain.
Where is the divorce letter?
The divorce letter was sent to the capital, where the thieves used it to exploit his weak spot and threaten his life.
At that time, he was seriously injured and unconscious. The thought that she might have fallen into the hands of thieves made him afraid to die, for he was afraid that no one would rescue her and she would be bullied.
But suddenly there was another moment when he was confused and thought, if he lost his life like this, when she knew about it in the future, would she feel sad and regret leaving him?
Who would have thought that she was living a happy life, with Xie Mingqi on her left and a poor scholar on her right. How could she care about his life or death?
Lu Chen only felt the pain in the wound on his waist. The bitterness mixed with resentment, pain and jealousy in his heart boiled up and choked his throat. In an instant, his rationality was burned dry. The anger in his mind surged and buzzed, and there was only one thought shouting wildly.
Zhe Rou's feet suddenly felt empty, and Lu Chen picked her up by the waist, carried her into the bedroom in a few steps, and pressed her onto the couch.
When she came to her senses, her face turned pale in an instant and she struggled to get up, but Lu Chen easily restrained her and untied the belt around his waist with one hand.
It was clear what he was going to do.
For a moment, panic, anger, and shame all surged into her heart. It was as if a hole had been broken in her heart, and a cold wind rushed in. Zhe Rou could no longer bear it, raised her hand and slapped him, sobbing.
"Lu Bingyan, you're crazy! Let me go!"
Lu Chen gritted his teeth and endured the blow. He turned back and grabbed both of her wrists, quickly wrapping his belt around them several times and lifting them high above his head. He then leaned forward, his dark eyes fixed on her without blinking, and nodded calmly, "I am crazy."
“Lu Chen, you bastard!” Zhe Rou was truly panicked, panting rapidly, tears streaming down her face. She kicked and struggled with all her might, “Let go… You can’t do this to me…”
The thin summer gown tore through her azure silk, revealing a sliver of white. Lu Chen used his knee to push her legs apart, a hint of hurt in his eyes. "Why not? You and I are already husband and wife!"
The light was dim, and the pearls and jade on Bai Fu's body were eye-catching. The blood rushed to the eardrums. Lu Chen bent down and kissed her, his rough tongue entwining and lingering skillfully, and one hand reached out to her skirt.
After being together for many years, he was too familiar with how to comfort and please her. The numbness in his bones mixed with the humiliation and anger instantly spread throughout his body.
The slightly cool night air brushed against her skin, and Zhe Rou shuddered. Her body felt cold, and her heart felt even colder. Her heart seemed to shrink suddenly, sinking empty into the depths.
She knew that Lu Chen was determined to succeed and that she was completely unable to resist his strength. She simply stopped struggling and said softly, "I'm having my period."
Hearing this, Lu Chen paused for a moment, then a trace of clarity returned to his mind. He said in a hoarse voice, "How could I not know when your period is? It's only mid-July now, and your period will be at the end of the month."
Zhe Rou's throat was choked with sobs, and her voice was very soft and low: "After it left, my period has been irregular..."
After understanding her meaning, Lu Chen's figure froze in place for a moment, like a stone or clay sculpture.
The air seemed to freeze into a ball. It was silent all around, and the only sound was the two people's entangled and slightly rapid breathing.
After a long while, Lu Chen raised his hand solemnly, his fingertips trembling slightly, and gently stroked her lower abdomen. He felt that from every joint and crevice of his body, a sour and cold air that made him feel powerless hissed out, forming an invisible fine net, tightening his heart bit by bit.
Zhe Rou turned her head away and buried her face in the quilt, her shoulders trembling constantly.
Lu Chen slowly stood up from her body. After a long moment, he untied the restraints on her wrists. His eyes gradually filled with crimson. "Jiaojiao... I really wish I could see what kind of heart you have given birth to."
Zhe Rou's arm was hurt by his grip, but the pain in her heart was a hundred times worse. She closed her eyes and sobbed, "Let me go."
Lu Chen stared at her for a moment, then suddenly let go of her hand.
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