Favoring a Hidden Mistress? Engagement Broken-Chapter 128 - 102

She steadied her emotions and mocked, "It’s so difficult to get a truthful word from you, Heir Lu. Of course, I want to hear the truth."

As if he hadn’t heard her taunt, Lu Ziyuan looked deeply at her.

Admitting to his beloved girl that his love was exceptionally intense indeed required courage. His expression rarely showed some hesitation.

"The truth is," he hesitated for a moment, then spoke with difficulty, "I want you to have only me in your heart and eyes... trust only me, care only for me, and let no one else distract you."

Not only that, he wanted all her emotions, whether joy or anger, sadness or sorrow, to be born because of him and extinguished by him.

She was too good to that maid.

So good that he couldn’t bear to watch.

So good that he was jealous.

He couldn’t even get her tender smile, yet the maid could see it every day.

He had seen how she interacted with that maid, they conversed closely, spoke freely, and mutually trusted each other.

On that day, he finally caught the maid’s fault, and the murderous intent he had hidden for so long couldn’t be suppressed anymore. Without thinking, he ordered it done.

He had stained his hands with blood countless times, committing many wrongdoings. People who died at his hands varied, some good, some evil, and he never regretted it.

Except for this matter, it brought him unbearable pain, and whenever he thought about it, the regret was endless.

In the days she wasn’t there, he often thought that if he had been more accommodating and accepted those she was close to, she wouldn’t have had that mental breakdown and the poison wouldn’t have acted so quickly.

The Seven Heart Attraction wasn’t incurable; he always thought of solutions, always tried to save her.

But at that time, his mind was clouded by jealousy. The consequence of this matter was that she ended up poisoned, dying in wrath.

If he had foreseen such a tragic ending, no matter how jealous he was, he wouldn’t have touched that maid a bit.

He had only revealed the tip of his deformity of possessiveness, but Xie Wanqing was already stunned listening.

No matter how she thought, she couldn’t believe the reason was like this.

"Couldn’t you bear to see me happy? Erqing was the only one by my side whom I could confide in. You..."

Her eyes slowly widened, "Do you know how I endured during those months at the monastery?"

If it wasn’t for Erqing accompanying her for conversations, she might have been driven mad by the prison-like monotony and solitude.

"...I know," Lu Ziyuan nodded with a bitter smile, "I dreamt of it, and I regret it, Wanwan, I regret it deeply."

He regretted leaving her at the monastery, letting a girl in her budding years become silent and withdrawn, losing her love for laughter.

Truly absurd.

Erqing died so tragically, just because she was loyal enough, considerate enough.

Good enough to her.

In such solitude and despair, she had just a little warmth, and he couldn’t even tolerate that.

This is the love he spoke of.

So absurd.

Her gaze was so cold, Lu Ziyuan felt a bitter ache in his heart, his lips tugging into a bitter smile, "Wanwan, I truly know my mistake now, could you give me a chance to change?"

How could he have the face to ask such a question!

Xie Wanqing’s body stiffened, she endured and endured, finally unable to hold back and raised her hand to slap him.

"If you had executed Erqing because she injured Lu Yunpei, it would be a more acceptable reason than the one you gave."

"If you were harmed to this extent, would you give another chance to the person who hurt you?"

In reality, the seemingly delicate skills of women in the boudoir, even if Lu Ziyuan were injured more severely, he could still dodge and even counterattack easily. But he merely raised his wrist instinctively, then instantly halted his movement.

Thus, the slap landed squarely on his face.

It is said not to hit someone’s face. This was Lu Ziyuan’s first slap across two lifetimes, and she used substantial force, leaving visible fingerprints on his handsome face.

Xie Wanqing didn’t expect him not to dodge at all. After delivering the slap, she couldn’t help but feel a bit panicked inside, her fingertips trembled from the force, soon held by him.

"Does it hurt?" Lu Ziyuan looked down at her reddened fingertips, as white as scallions, the crimson noticeable, he gently rubbed them, speaking softly, "If you want to punish me, don’t do it yourself. What if you hurt yourself? Just say the word, and I’ll do it myself."

"Divorce him, stay by my side, and I’ll let you punish me anytime. How does that sound?" His tone was calm, slightly enticing, "I owe you, and you can reclaim it yourself, I won’t resist."

His fingers were rough, slowly massaging her fingertips, Xie Wanqing instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, only for him to slowly straighten each finger.

Their fingers intertwined, surprisingly resembling vines under an old tree growing together, inseparable and indivisible.