In Nangong Yi’s eyes, Caiwei’s actions counted as intimate contact with him, and she was effectively his woman. She had no other choice but being his wife. However, the fact that his woman, especially the one he was emotionally drawn to, was so close to another man and even intended to break free from him to embrace someone else was something he could not tolerate.
However, in Caiwei’s view, the man’s reasoning was nothing more than remnants of feudal thought, a mental shackle the old society used to oppress a multitude of women, which she would not yield to or tolerate, let alone when it came from him!
Caiwei scoffed: "We’ve already discussed this topic last night. I’ll reiterate one last time—I, Mu Caiwei, would rather marry a farmer and hunter than marry a trash like you. Give up any hope at once! Go do something beneficial!"
His fury was thoroughly provoked by her words. A chilling aura filled the air, making the hairs stand on end. He stared dead at Caiwei and stepped forward until he reached the foot of the bed. He leaned over and grabbed her delicate chin, his entire body shrouded in a cold air.
Caiwei was stunned, forgetting to resist, and allowing him to wreak havoc.
The man’s kissing skills were very poor, without any experience or technique.
The pain between her lips brought Caiwei to her senses. She hadn’t expected the evildoer to do something so shameless to her. In rage, she totally forgot about her modesty. Baring her teeth and showing her claws, she stabbed towards the wound on his body.
She knew his wounds best, and she soon accurately pricked the most severe wound on his left chest.
Nangong Yi stifled a groan, his complexion suddenly turned pale, and he stopped his movements. Caiwei took this chance to deliver a forceful kick at him and broke free from his shackles.
This kick, delivered with all her strength, was ruthless!
Luo Xue, who had been standing by the door the whole time, rushed into the room like an arrow upon hearing the noise. She was startled to see her master’s pale face and stepped forward to support the man, asking him in concern, "Master, are you okay?"
Nangong Yi paid no heed to her concern, and sternly watched Caiwei. He said: "Huo Yuan is not your true love. Give up this hope!"
Caiwei was in the heat of her anger. Of course, she wouldn’t believe him and scoffed: "If Huo Yuan is not my true love, are you claiming that you are?!"
Luo Xue, who’d been standing by, couldn’t help but speak: "Miss, you’re mistaken, the master didn’t..."
"Leave, don’t come in without my order." Nangong Yi cut her off and ordered coldly.
Luo Xue bit her lip, looked at Caiwei’s puffed up lips with a complicated gaze, curtsied, and backed out.
The room fell into complete silence.
Caiwei clutched the quilt, huddled in the corner of the bed, vigilantly and resentfully staring at the man. Like a small beast driven into a corner, she appeared ready to strike back with her tiny but sharp claws at any moment.
Seeing the girl’s state, the man’s anger gradually subsided. He lifted his robe and sat down by the side of the couch, looking deeply at the stubborn and defiant little face in the corner, then began to speak after a long while.
"Wei’er, let’s talk."
coldly huffed: "I have nothing to discuss with you and am not going to marry you. You’d better give up hope as soon as possible!"