Zhao Rong nodded regretfully.
The righteous young man didn’t know what he was thinking, but seeing Zhao Rong with nothing to counter, seemingly stammering and insecure, he suddenly thought he had seen through the villain’s schemes, successfully playing the hero to save the beauty...
At that moment, the righteous scholar crossed his arms and sneered:
"Hmph, and you said she is your wife," he paused, his eyes sizing up the young Confucian Scholar, then turned back to carefully look a few more times at the pretty young girl nodding with puffed cheeks, and with a decisive wave of his hand:
"Ha, I’m not blind. This lady is so beautiful and charming, placing her in our Taiching Four Mansions, she would likely be among the top ranks, maybe even compete with the most famous Fairy Zhao... And you, this lad... Hmph, how could it be possible? It’s clearly eighty percent false."
With a head full of black lines, he opened his mouth and then closed it again.
This was indeed irrefutable with reason and evidence...
The positive impression Zhao Rong had just begun to form of the righteous scholar vanished in an instant.
Expressionless, he asked, "Young sir, may I have your esteemed surname?"
Zhao Rong nodded and with a formal bow said, "I am Lin Wenruo, and she is called Su Xiaoxiao. If you do not believe me, you can check later... I did not deceive you tonight. She and I know each other, have mutual affection. We were just quarreling, and she is still angry. I am truly not a bad person."
He paused, then sighed, "Would you grant me, Lin Wenruo, this favor?"
The righteous young man still didn’t believe him.
Not far away, Su Xiaoxiao, seeing that the stranger had no intention of harming Zhao Lang, let down her guard and turned to sneak away.
Zhao Rong’s mouth suddenly twitched, and he said aloud:
"If you still do not believe, I can prove it to you. Xiaoxiao has a mole on her shoulder..."
PS: A bit short, guys refresh tomorrow morning, there might be more words...
Although Zhao Rong was impatient, hearing this, he still lightly exclaimed "Eh," thinking the young man had a point, however... he clearly had never been in love. Ah, when girls are upset and say they don’t want something, can you really listen to them? Young sir, you might not be young, but you’re still unseasoned.
Zhao Rong nodded regretfully.
The just youth didn’t know what he was thinking, and at this moment, seeing Zhao Rong offering no rebuttal, seemingly stuttering and uneasy, he suddenly believed he had seen through the villain’s scheme, heroically saving the damsel in distress...
At this time, the just scholar crossed his arms and sneered:
"Hmph, and you say she is your wife." He paused, his gaze sizing up the young Confucian scholar and turning back to carefully look at the pretty young girl nodding with pursed lips a few times, confidently waving a big hand:
"Ha, I’m not blind, this lady is so beautiful and lovely, placed in our Taiching Four Mansions, she would probably rank among the top few, maybe even comparable to the most famous Fairy Zhao... and you, boy... hmph, how could that be, it’s obviously mostly false."
With a head full of black lines, he opened his mouth, then closed it again.
This was truly irrefutable with sound reasoning...
The positive impression Zhao Rong had just started to form about the just scholar instantly vanished.
He expressionlessly asked, "May I know your esteemed surname, sir?"
Zhao Rong nodded, clasped his hands, and said solemnly, "I am Lin Wenruo, and she is Su Xiaoxiao. If you don’t believe me, you can check later... I didn’t lie to you tonight, I know her, we have feelings for each other, we were just arguing, and she is still angry, I am truly not a bad person."
He paused, then sighed, "Would you give me, Lin Wenruo, some face?"
The just youth still did not believe him.
Not far away, Su Xiaoxiao, seeing that the stranger had no intention of harming Zhao Rong, let down her hanging heart and turned to sneak away.
Zhao Rong suddenly smirked, declaring loudly:
"Brother, if you still don’t believe, I can prove it to you. Xiaoxiao, she—"