Yue Tingfeng snatched Yan Qingsi’s hand. “No. It’s me who’s indecent,” he said, tone serious. “My will is too weak. Every time I see you, I burn with desire. I’m not worthy of even being treated as an object.”
Yan Qingsi extricated her hand from his grasp. “Then I won’t sleep together with you anymore. I have to take precautions against perverts like you.”
Yue Tingfeng found this unacceptable. He wrapped his arms around Yan Qingsi, sticking his body onto hers. “You can’t do this…” he said, “Will you still want your future husband if you sleep with my mom?”
Yan Qingsi rapped her hand on the crown of Yue Tingfeng’s head. “I did. Once. Now I don’t.”
“You dare—” Yue Tingfeng said, expression darkening, “You’ve tossed me around and have eaten me so many times. Are you going to abandon me once you’ve had your fill and not take responsibility for what you did?”
Yan Qingsi sniggered. She felt that Yue Tingfeng was… kind of cute when he was being childish.
Yue Tingfeng saw Yan Qingsi laughing, and he knew that the anger in her had dissipated.
He held tight onto her. “I’ll restrain myself as best as I can from now on,” he said. “Don’t be mad at me, okay? You’re probably hungry too. Let’s go down to eat.”
Yan Qingsi did not move. “I can’t move. I’m too tired.”
“Let me give you a massage.”
Yan Qingsi turned her head and looked at Yue Tingfeng. He earnestly gave her a solid massage on her waist.
This man was not the man she had first met. He was careful, considerate, and capricious, and he gave her warmth in her heart.
“You… Aren’t you curious about what You Yi and I talked about yesterday?” Yan Qingsi asked.
Yue Tingfeng smiled. “You’ll tell me when you want to.”
He paused, then continued, “I do want to know, especially because my woman went out alone with a man. Do you think that the thought sits well with me? But I trust you…”
Yan Qingsi extended a hand and pinched Yue Tingfeng’s cheek. “Since you’re such a simpering little character, I’ll… I’ll tell you. With a lot of resignation.”
Yue Tingfeng nodded. “Speak. I’m listening.”
“You already know that You Yi loved my mother. He looked for me yesterday, asking me to take him to see Mom, so I brought him there. I resented him at first because I hate the You family, but I believed everything when I saw his countenance before my mother’s grave. His love runs a lot deeper than I thought.
“I never believed that feelings that powerful existed in this world. He looked for my mother for 17 years. He never got
married, never had kids, even though he never knew my mother’s name. His emotional crutch had been my mother throughout all these years, but… she died, and the last strand of hope in his heart snapped.”
Yue Tingfeng hugged her, his chin barely touching her shoulder. “Do you pity him?” he asked.
Yan Qingsi bobbed her head. “Yes. Because I’ve experienced the pain he’s experiencing right now. I know how agonizing it is. I managed to get through it, but… he… I’m scared that he won’t get through it even after death. I don’t know if it’s worth it or not, continuing to be like that.”
Yue Tingfeng dipped his head and kissed Yan Qingsi’s face. “He deserves pity, but as a man, I want to tell him that—yes, this is a tragic ending, but it’s better than dying without finding a woman whom you truly love. Perhaps he simply got what he wished for. Feelings run deep beneath shallow words in love, and no one can interpret love. Only you know if everything was worth it.’
“Would you be like him, if it was you instead?” Yan Qingsi asked Yue Tingfeng.