Yang Baihe was thrown so hard she nearly had the breath knocked out of her, gasping for air before she finally caught her breath. Then, she started crying while hitting the ground: "You heartless thing, to raise a hand against your wife for some little vixen, you’ll suffer divine retribution..."
"Little aunt, don’t you like Qi Yong? Why are you..." Yang Ruyu asked cautiously. She found it odd. Yang Baihe wasn’t the brightest, especially when it came to Qi Yong. She’d heard her talk about it many times at the old house, obsessively so, but why was she suddenly pestering Qi Kang now?
"Qi Yong is his brother, and brothers are like fathers. His brother has betrothed me to him as his principal wife." Yang Baihe wiped away tears, but her hand was dirty from hitting the ground, and as she wiped her face, she ended up with streaks of dirt across her round face, making it a sight to behold.
"What did you say?" Qi Jingrong finally realized something was wrong and stepped forward to glare at Yang Baihe. "Say that again."
"If I have to say it again, I’ll say it again." Yang Baihe struggled to get up from the ground. "Your brother has betrothed me to you. I am your wife now. Let’s go consummate the marriage. I want to bear you a son..." she said, reaching out her dirty hand to grab Qi Jingrong’s hand.
"Get lost!" Qi Jingrong’s face darkened instantly, and he couldn’t even pretend to be affectionate anymore. His entire body suddenly radiated a murderous aura.
Yang Baihe instinctively took two steps back.
Qi Jingrong broke into a run towards the Gu Family, but before he’d gone far, he saw Yang Ruxin watching with lively interest and frowned. "Where’s Qi Jingyi?"
"He left." Yang Ruxin pointed in the direction of the town. "He left some fifteen minutes ago..."
"Qi the eighth..." Upon hearing that, Qi Jingrong stomped his feet in frustration, gritting his teeth. "If I catch you, I won’t spare your life..."
Meanwhile, Qi Jingyi had already reached the town and was looking for a place to eat, clearly in high spirits.
Yang Ruxin shrugged. "Yeah, how should I address you in the future? As little uncle or cousin-in-law?"
Qi Jingrong’s mouth twitched at the words and he noticed Gu Yao pushing Gu Qingheng over. His eyes flashed with mischief. He stepped forward, wrapped his arm around Yang Ruxin’s waist in one smooth motion, and pushed her against the wall: "I’d prefer you to call me ’husband’..." he said, his eyes dropping to her lips, leaning in to kiss her. This was a thought he’d had before and now it suddenly seemed like the perfect moment to act on it.
Gu Yao’s face darkened. Just as he was about to intervene, he noticed that his older brother, who had been seated in the wheelchair, started to move. A white figure flashed across the air, aiming a blow at Qi Jingrong.
Yun Yang naturally couldn’t just stand by, but just as he was about to make a move, Gu Yao stopped him.
Qi Jingrong, hearing the whistle of the wind, dared not be careless and raised his hand to parry, naturally unable to continue being forward with Yang Ruxin and thus released his grasp.
Yang Ruxin frowned slightly, looking down at the dagger in her hand with a hint of regret. Well, Gu Qingheng just saved this guy’s life, but... she felt happy inside. Gu Qingheng was willing to fight despite the other person’s status, showing just how much he cared about her.
Girls always liked being cared for, and she was no exception in this regard, perhaps a little vain even.
Qi Jingrong and Gu Qingheng exchanged over a dozen moves in an instant without determining a winner. The key was that Gu Qingheng was in the air and Qi Jingrong on the ground, putting himself at a disadvantage. Surprised, he thought to himself, hasn’t this guy been crippled and blind for more than two years? How was his martial arts not weakened at all? No wonder the Crown Prince was so eager to win him over.