432: Chapter 432: Love So Deep 432: Chapter 432: Love So Deep Love is selfish.
No matter how magnanimous Su Qingyu was, she could not be indifferent to Ye Shikai’s safety.
She would rather bear the infamy of being indifferent to his death than risk losing him.
Especially after everything they had gone through, she was even more resolute in this conviction.
A tightly closed door obviously couldn’t stop a cultivator like Ye Shikai, but what about the door to their hearts—could that be opened?
Perhaps it could, perhaps not.
The door to their hearts was shut, and the key to opening it lay in Su Qingyu’s hands.
What Ye Shikai faced was a dilemma: on one side was Ji Qian, on the other was Su Qingyu.
Both remained silent, leaving only the “tick-tock” of the rain against the window.
“Qingyu, do you understand me?” Ye Shikai said lightly, not bothering to continue explaining but instead taking a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it, and beginning to smoke.
In the darkness, only a faint glow flickered…
Do you think I don’t understand you?”
“You don’t understand; you only know the me now.
But what about my past?
Every single bit of it—can you really comprehend that?” His words seemed trivial, but perhaps only Ye Shikai could feel their profound meaning.
“Ji Qian used to be a girl who loved to smile.
Have you seen her smile now?
In the Underworld, smiles are deceitful.
Whether it’s me or Ji Qian, neither of us can change this world.
It is the world that changes us.”
“I climbed to this position step by step, but do you know how many people I’ve killed?
How many times I’ve nearly been killed?” As soon as Ye Shikai mentioned this, Su Qingyu’s complexion changed drastically.
She obviously didn’t know.
People always avert their ears from things they don’t want to hear; Su Qingyu was no exception.
She didn’t even dare to try and understand just how many crises Ye Shikai had been through.
“I’ve been betrayed thirteen times, had twenty-five close brushes with death.
The closest a knife ever got to my heart was less than a centimeter away,” Ye Shikai remarked indifferently, his harrowing experiences sounding astoundingly casual, as if he was discussing something trivial.
“Ji Qian has saved me six times; I’ve saved her eight times.” Ye Shikai took a deep inhale from the cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke.
“But she has never betrayed me, never abandoned me in face of death.
Everything she has done, she did with me in mind,” continued Ye Shikai, while Su Qingyu beside him had already dissolved into tears…
“In those years abroad, I always believed she was my support.
We didn’t wish for anything more than to find a deserted place and live an ordinary life,” Ye Shikai chuckled self-mockingly.
They had naively thought they could retire from their achievements and live out the rest of their lives ordinarily.
But what was the reality?
One opponent after another, and all they could do was to keep growing stronger, to keep defeating them.
Unwittingly, they had become the Main God.
It was ironic—those who desired an ordinary life the most had become the rulers of the Underworld.
If possible, Ye Shikai truly wished he could relinquish the title of the Netherworld King.
Carrying this burden was just too exhausting.
Su Qingyu clenched her teeth tightly; impelled by his words, she was already deeply moved.
Yet she persisted, knowing that if her heart softened, the man before her would leave her again, his fate uncertain.
Ye Shikai’s words continually assailed her emotional defenses.
To be honest, Su Qingyu had great sympathy for Ji Qian; she could hardly find any faults in her—yet she simply could not steel her heart to let Ye Shikai go.
“Qingyu, I can’t just stand by and watch her come to harm.
I truly can’t do it.” To this point, such depth of feeling.
The cigarette burned to an end, and the last wisp of light in the dark faded away.
Ye Shikai was left without words, without a face to show.
The two of them looked at each other with tearful eyes, yet speechless and choking up.
“Go ahead.” Su Qingyu slowly turned aside, making way for the door.
you agree?” Ye Shikai looked surprised; he had been ready to barge through, but he never expected Su Qingyu to actually compromise.
“You say it , isn’t it to make me agree?” Su Qingyu spoke indifferently, with two trails of tears still on her face.
“I know I can’t keep you, even if I, Su Qingyu, cling to you today, you will still go to save her, right?”
“Yes.” Ye Shikai didn’t want to lie to her, nor did he want to lie to himself.
Su Qingyu slowly walked to the table and took out two little red books from a box, those were their marriage certificates.
“If I say, if you leave today, we will get a divorce, would you still be so adamant?” Su Qingyu said icily.
She had hit Ye Shikai’s weak spot, it was a threat, a blatant threat, and also the threat that Ye Shikai feared the most.
“Please, don’t be , you just agreed, didn’t you?” Ye Shikai’s gaze flickered; he did not dare face Su Qingyu’s threat.
“I did agree, but if you go, we will divorce.”
“I’m giving you three minutes to think.” Su Qingyu continued.
Time ticked away by the second, and Ye Shikai remained silent; he was waiting for Su Qingyu to change her mind, while Su Qingyu was waiting for an answer.
“The three minutes are up, your decision…” Before Su Qingyu could finish speaking, she felt an electric shock on her lips; Ye Shikai pulled her into his arms, holding her tight and kissing her deeply.
The domineering kiss left no room for Su Qingyu to resist…
“I promise you, I will come back safe and sound, okay?” After a long time, as their lips parted, Ye Shikai gazed into Su Qingyu’s eyes, his deep gaze filled with tenderness.
This was already Ye Shikai’s bottom line; he could not bear the consequence of losing Ji Qian, nor could he bear the result of losing Su Qingyu.
Tears broke through Su Qingyu’s defenses all at once, and she threw herself into Ye Shikai’s arms, pounding on his chest with her hands…
On the way to the airport, Ye Shikai sat silently smoking by himself, seated in the passenger seat; he really had no mood to drive, wanting only a moment of quiet.
Su Qingyu eventually agreed, not using divorce as a threat, but as Ye Shikai left, he could distinctly feel her coldness.
“Uncle, you look exhausted, why don’t you take a nap?” The driver, Han Ruoyao, was somewhat concerned.
Ever since Ye Shikai came out of the room, he hadn’t smiled, wearing an expression as if he were mourning.
“No need, just drive, I’m not sleepy.” Ye Shikai shook his head, taking a deep drag of his cigarette.
“Uncle, what are you going to do in Europe, is it business-related?”
“It’s a personal matter.”
“Did you have a fight with Qingyu?
She seemed to have been crying just now.” Han Ruoyao tentatively asked, feeling that the interaction between Ye Shikai and Su Qingyu was off today, as if they had an argument, yet not quite so.