She was burning with fury, eager to know who was behind it all.
Yet after several days of investigation, she still found nothing.
Enraged, Chun Ci sought out Rong Fei, hoping he would help her.
Hearing her request, Rong Fei showed no interest in finding the assailant.
"You must have offended someone; why else would someone attack you so viciously? It’s normal to seek revenge for grievances. Think carefully about who you might have angered; people don’t just harm you for no reason," he said coolly.
"Young Master, I really can’t think of anyone..." Meeting Rong Fei’s gaze, Chun Ci’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he found out about the people she had sent to his sister’s quarters...
Realizing this, her face suddenly turned pale. "Young Master, tell me the truth, was it... you... who did it?"
Rong Fei’s eyes narrowed slightly, connecting the dots from what he had just said. So, in Chun Ci’s eyes, they had a grievance?
He was unaware of any such thing.
Seeing Rong Fei silent, Chun Ci became even more panicked.
"Young Master, was it really you?"
His silence only made her reveal more cracks. After tens of seconds of silence, Rong Fei, with a hint of chill, slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, preempting her, "Don’t think that I’m unaware of what you’ve done."
Chun Ci became flustered, "I... I..."
Seeing her in this state, Rong Fei’s thoughts sharpened, he continued to pry, "Is it because I didn’t let you accompany me anymore, and that’s why you harbor dissatisfaction towards me?"
Chun Ci was scared to death and immediately knelt down, "Chun Ci wouldn’t dare."
"What wouldn’t you dare to do?" Rong Fei said casually, "When do you plan to come clean to me?" Read full story at novel⚑fire.net
"I was wrong, I shouldn’t have ordered my men to kill Ding Xiang in Miss Rong’s quarters, I beg the Young Master for mercy."
Rong Fei’s hawk-like eyes shot towards her, "You did it?!!"
Hearing this, Chun Ci was stunned. He didn’t know?
Hadn’t she just incriminated herself?
She cursed herself inwardly for being a fool.
"No, no, it wasn’t me," she quickly denied.
"Are you joking with me? Or do you think I’m so easily deceived?" Rong Fei squatted down, grabbed the hair on top of Chun Ci’s head with one hand, forcing her to look at him, "Hm?"
"Young Master, I really know I was wrong, I truly do. Forgive me this once, I will never dare to do this again!!!"
"Who gave you the audacity to kill her on your own accord?" Rong Fei’s eyes, bloodshot, narrowed, "Did you borrow a myriad of gall from heaven, did you?!!!!!!!"
Chun Ci, in pain from the grip on her hair, twisted her facial expression, tears bursting forth, crying pitifully, "I was afraid you would fall for her. You’ve never allowed any woman to stay in your room before; even after we shared your bed, you never let me stay. But you let her live with you. I was jealous and scared, Young Master, I’ve been with you for so long, do you really not have the slightest affection for me?"
A cold smirk appeared on Rong Fei’s lips, "Affection? It seems you’ve long forgotten the rules I set for women: to play is to play, don’t involve love or emotion. I always thought you were a woman who knew how to play the game; otherwise, why would you send Ye Shui my way? It looks like it was all just an act after all."
Chun Ci looked at him, her heart aching so badly she couldn’t breathe, "Young Master, is your heart made of stone? After all these years, I’ve been with you for so long, yet not a bit of me has entered your heart."