Yes, he had long prepared himself for Chu Yeâs rejection. But he didnât think that Chu Ye would do so this bluntly. She didnât give him any leeway at all.
He believed that Chu Ye also held favorable feelings towards him.
Only, her like for him wasnât deep enough for them to discuss marriage.
If it werenât for the many outstanding men popping up by Chu Yeâs side, he wouldnât have been this impatient.
He really cared about her.
But oftentimes, the more you wanted to hold onto them, the quicker they slipped through your fingers, just like sand.
Seeing the sad look on Lanxi Liuhuaâs face, Huan Cheng and Chenzhu breathed out a long sigh of relief. However, they couldnât feel happy either.
Chu Yeâs blunt rejection seemed to be showing them a glimpse of their own future. How could they be happy?
Chu Ye truly wasnât an easily obtainable woman!
After taking a few moments to calm himself down, Lanxi Liuhua once again raised his head, his usual refined smile back on his face. âCan you tell me the reason for your refusal?â
Chu Ye raised her head to meet Lanxi Liuhuaâs eyes and said, âActually, I was quite moved, but your earlier words scared me.â
âWhich words?â Lanxi Liuhua asked in a hurried tone, wondering what couldâve scared her.
Huan Cheng, Chenzhu, and Lu Shi stretched their necks forward. What was Chu Ye pertaining to? They didnât think that Lanxi Liuhua had said anything wrong. On the contrary, everything he had said was incredibly touching.
âYou said that you want to take care of me for the rest of my life. To give me the happiest, most blessed life in the world.â Chu Ye couldnât stop the sneer from crossing her face. âThe fact that you said these words only proves that you donât understand me at all. Do you not have even the slightest idea of what Iâm after?
Then let me tell you. I donât want a happy, blissful life, much less live my life under someone elseâs care. I like freedom, physically and emotionally. I yearn for wild and crazy adventures, to feel the excitement of toeing the line between life and death. What I hate the most is peace and stability. Thatâs why Iâve never wanted marriage.â
There was once a man who had given her the impulse to step into the marriage hall. But that was only for a moment. Now that sheâd died and been reborn, that impulse and desire had already dissipated.
Hearing this, everyoneâs faces changed.
This mentality was absolutely the gutsiest, most unorthodox, most avant-garde, and most inconceivable thing that theyâd ever heard.
How could a woman have such frightful thoughts?
Wanted freedom, wanted adventures, wanted excitement, didnât want to depend on other people, didnât want a peaceful, stable life, didnât want marriage. Shouldnât only some buff men have this kind of mentality?
At this moment, they had to reassess Chu Ye.
This womanâs heart was too big! Too wild!
She was just like her name. Wild, undisciplined, and out of control. Who could bring her down?
Seeing everyone staring at her, Chu Ye innocently shrugged her shoulders and said, âI know that itâs a little hard for you to accept, but thatâs how I am. Now that you know of this, I hope that youâve psychologically prepared yourself. Iâm not willing to be a wife, but I can consider being a lover.â
Lanxi Liuhua, Huan Cheng, and Chenzhu felt like they had been struck with thunder at that.
Not willing to be a wife, but can consider being a lover?
What weird logic was that?
Huh? No, wait a minute. She didnât seem to have specified who this lover was just now.
The three men suddenly began a game of âyou look at me, I look at youâ before simultaneously turning towards Chu Ye and asking, âWhoâs the lover?â
âStill considering.â Now that everything had been explained, Chu Ye lightly got up and left the room, throwing out an âIâm full. Iâll be taking my leave first.â
The three men immediately chased after her. They shouted, âSpeak clearly before you leaveâŚâ
Lu Shi helplessly shook her head as she was forced to catch up to them. Her daughter was really becoming more and more radiant.
However, she didnât anticipate that after leaving the room, the neighboring roomâs door would open just as she was about to pass by it. A figure dressed in fiery red stepped out of the room. However, her stride was quite wide, causing Lu Shi to accidentally step on the ladyâs white boots.
The lady let out a pained cry. âAre you blind?â she indignantly yelled, shoving Lu Shi. This caused Lu Shi to stumble and almost fall down.
Not that far ahead, Chu Ye turned around after hearing some noise behind her and saw this very scene.
Anger rushing through her veins, she coldly shouted, âStop!â
Then she strode toward Lu Shi and supported her unsteady figure.
When Chu Ye looked up, she finally noticed that this capricious, mule-headed lady in red was actually Boling Feiwu, the eldest miss of the Boling clan.
Without hesitation, Chu Ye repeatedly slapped her, putting all her strength into it.
Who was she to dare push her mother?
Boling Feiwu caught sight of Chu Yeâs face for one second before she was once again subjected to a series of slaps.
Once the barrage of slaps finally stopped, she shot Chu Ye an incredulous look while holding her cheek. âYou⌠you actually slapped me?â
She was the noble Boling Feiwu, the eldest miss of the Boling clan. Not once in her life had someone dared to beat her like this.
âSo what if I hit you?â Chu Ye coolly spat out. She must be tired of living to have the gall to touch her mother.
âYouâŚâ Boling Feiwu seethed with so much anger that she actually forgot to fight back.
âLili, letâs go. Donât make trouble,â said Lu Shi, pulling at Chu Yeâs sleeve from behind. She naturally recognized Boling Feiwu in one glance. When she had been driven out of the Boling clan six years ago, Boling Feiwu was already nineteen. Her appearance hadnât changed much since that time.
She didnât want to get involved with the Boling clanâs people again.
By this time, Lanxi Liuhua, Huan Cheng, and Chenzhu had all walked back. They stood behind Chu Ye but had no intention of interfering. Chu Ye could easily handle such a small matter.
However, when Chenzhu saw the haughty Boling Feiwu, his breath hitched and his hands balled into fists.
He would never forget how excessively inhumane Boling Feiwu had treated him back when he became disfigured.
âWhatâs wrong, Sister Feiwu?â A youthful man, around 25-26 years old, walked out of the private room. He could be considered handsome, and his lips were slightly upturned, giving the impression that he was always smiling.
Like Boling Feiwu, he had red hair and eyes. One only needed a glance to know that he was a fire wizard.
As soon he showed up, he intimately wrapped his arm around Boling Feiwuâs waist. She didnât resist it at all and even subconsciously leaned against him. It could be seen that such intimate actions had become a norm between them.
âBrother Ming, she⌠she hit me just nowâŚâ said Boling Feiwu with a finger directed at Chu Ye, acting like a spoiled child. Then, she maliciously said, âBrother Ming, teach her a lesson for me. I want to return what she did to me tenfold.â
âWhoever dared to beat Sister Feiwu, why donât you face me?â He didnât bother distinguishing between right and wrong, only wanting to seek justice for Boling Feiwu. But when his eyes landed on Chu Yeâs clear, cold eyes and beautiful face, a shiver ran through his body, and his red eyes flashed with undisguised greed.
It was clear at a glance that this man wasnât proper goods either.
Chu Ye turned to Boling Feiwu, a mocking smile hanging from her lips. âBoling Feiwu, is this your new side-guy? Donât forget that youâre Chenzhuâs fiancee. If news of you having a private meeting with another man today were to spread, you wouldnât lose face but Iâd feel bad for Chenzhu!â
âWhat side-guy? Donât speak so vulgarly. Chenzhu and I have already dissolved our engagement. Since then, he and marriage no longer have anything to do with each other,â Boling Feiwu said with her head held high. Meanwhile, her hand ruthlessly pinched the flesh on the manâs waist. Damn male, lecherous and unable to read the situation. She lost all her face because of him.
After experiencing pain, the young man immediately knew that he had forgotten his manners and withdrew his gaze. He didnât dare give Chu Ye a second look.
âOh,â said Chu Ye. âSo the engagement has been dissolved? When did this happen? Why didnât I know?â
âMust my Boling clan inform you, an outsider, about our affairs?â The corners of Boling Feiwuâs lips raised in a sneer as she continued, âBesides, werenât you always pestering Chenzhu before? Why arenât you looking for him now? Isnât it because you canât stand his disfigured, ugly face either? So what qualifications do you have to tell me that?â
Chu Ye turned a deaf ear to her ridicule and profoundly said, âYouâre resolute in your decision to not like Chenzhu?â
âYou can take him if you want. Maybe his corpse is already rotting and stinking up in some hidden corner,â Boling Feiwu sharply retorted.
âFine, I hope youâll remember the words you said just now, and donât regret them in the future.â Chu Ye shot her a contemptuous stare. This woman was pitifully shortsighted.
Boling Feiwu snorted. âI, Boling Feiwu, will never regret.â
âGood, good!â Chu Ye nodded, breaking into a smile. Then seemingly facing the air, she said, âChenzhu, you heard her loud and clear. This woman isnât tied to you anymore. Youâre free!â
Behind her, Chenzhu, whose entire body was covered in a black cloak, trembled. But the next second, he slowly unclenched his fists, and his heart grew unbelievably lighter.
Boling Feiwu told Chu Ye of her lack of self-regret, not knowing that Chenzhu was standing right behind them in perfect condition.
Soon, today would become her greatest regret in life.
Now that Chu Ye had wrung out the words she wanted to hear from her, she was no longer interested in tangling with her. She turned around, ready to leave. âLetâs go.â
Seeing Chu Ye give the order to leave, Boling Feiwu shouted, âStop. You hit this young lady, and now you want to leave like nothing happened?â
âHow will you leave if I donât go?â Chu Ye turned her head. âYou want to have a taste of my Wind Needle Torture like Murong Chang?â
Chu Ye didnât believe that Boling Feiwu was unfamiliar with the Murong clanâs most famous seventh miss Murong Chang. She herself was the Boling clanâs eldest miss, after all. So how could she not know about Murong Changâs excruciatingly painful experience under the Wind Needle Torture, to the point that she had wished she was dead?
Sure enough, after hearing her words, Boling Feiwuâs face grew deathly pale.