Indeed, just now, the look in Phoenix Blood’s eyes was terrifying.
It was as if they wanted to consume him alive.
But with a flicker of thought, Mr. Gao chuckled.
Let them be angry, let them be.
Yet, the seed of doubt had been sown.
Although Dong Huiying’s reaction was very normal, he was confident that his words today would surely have an effect.
Phoenix Blood’s face was ashen with rage, but what exactly was he angry about?
Wasn’t it just the fear of her overthinking?
Humph, you steal away my wife, you make my life miserable, then don’t expect to live happily yourself.
Reap the bitter fruits you have sown yourself!
After Mr. Gao left, Liang Shujun stood outside the small courtyard, looking at Dong Huiying inside. His expression was a mix of mockery and resignation, like relief but also somewhat reluctant.
All these feelings intertwined, leaving him in a state of confusion and complexity.
Dong Huiying was completely bewildered. Why was he looking at her that way?
Shujun was unusually quiet.
After a long while, he finally let out a ’huh’ and laughed ambiguously.
But his expression seemed to betray some bitterness...
"I have something to discuss with you," he said.
Dong Huiying paused, "What is it?" She looked at him, perplexed.
Shujun was more serious than ever, "What Mr. Gao said isn’t false, it’s all true."
He continued, "Could it be that, just as you said before, you don’t care at all, not in the least?"
Dong Huiying looked at him, astonished. She was about to speak when she saw Shujun give a wistful smile.
"I understand now..."
What do you understand? I haven’t even spoken yet!!
But he suddenly gripped her shoulders and then bent down to kiss her.
She was startled for a moment, then, infuriated, her face turned red as she quickly pushed him away.
Her eyes were wide with either embarrassment or anger; her whole face seemed to be ignited.
His voice was hoarse, but he laughed seductively.
"See, you do care after all."
He really hated her saying ’I don’t care.’
He preferred her vibrant state now to her indifferent reaction before.
He picked up a strand of her hair, brought it to his nose, and sniffed lightly. She must have used something on her hair, for her previously dry locks were now well maintained, shining black and supple with a sheen, and they gave off a fresh and elegant fragrance.
Dong Huiying pushed him away.
"You—!" she was so angry she couldn’t speak.
Was he teasing her again??
As the heat on her cheeks subsided slightly, she bit her teeth and said: "Don’t let there be a next time!"
She didn’t like him doing this!
What was he thinking, exactly?
Her small hands rolled up her sleeves, she vigorously rubbed her own lips until they were red and swollen, and only when they were quite sore did she let her sleeves down.
With a cold face, she passed by him and rushed to the barrel under the eaves.
She scooped up the water from the barrel and rinsed her mouth but still felt unclean, so she picked up a small twig, furrowed her brow, and began to scrub her teeth on the ground.
As if just now, it wasn’t a kiss she received but a disgusting loogie someone had spat.
Shujun folded his arms across his chest and leaned lazily against the door, watching her with a look of helplessness.
"Do you really despise me that much?" he asked.
She replied without turning her head, still annoyed.
Shujun covered his forehead, probably unaware of how adorable she looked.