Was it you that night?-Chapter 46 - Kissed by Her

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Kissed by Her

Chapter 46 -46: Kissed by Her

The space on the Zen Chair was limited, Shen Qinghe had just sat down when her legs unavoidably brushed against Dongfang Wuya’s long legs, which had nowhere else to rest.

She sat stiffly, daring not to move, yet the warmth radiating from the man’s legs followed her like a shadow, constantly reminding her that she was too close to a young man.

Dongfang Wuya, however, was unaware of Shen Qinghe’s complex emotions and did not notice her discomfort. Seeing Shen Qinghe sitting with her little face stiff and looking straight at the Execution Platform without a glance elsewhere, he thought her expression not that of a spectator but rather of someone undergoing punishment.

“What are you nervous about?” Dongfang Wuya asked, puzzled, leaning close to Shen Qinghe, his long legs nearly pressing against her delicate ones.

Shen Qinghe shifted her legs, wanting to say she was not nervous, but Dongfang Wuya’s legs were tightly against hers. She tried to subtly move away when Dongfang Wuya leaned in even closer, “Why is your face so red, are you perhaps feeling shy?”

“No, not at all,” Shen Qinghe said resolutely, looking straight ahead at the execution platform, only to meet Xiao Chen’s dark, gloomy gaze.

The blush on her face quickly disappeared without a trace, a chill rising in her heart. For a moment, she also forgot about the fact that Dongfang Wuya’s legs were pressed against hers.

She averted her gaze, avoiding Xiao Chen’s dark eyes, only to find out when she turned her head that Dongfang Wuya was too close—her lips had just brushed against the man’s face.

Dongfang Wuya was leaning towards Shen Qinghe, not expecting her to suddenly turn. He was caught off guard and unexpectedly received her kiss.

The maiden’s lips were warm and soft, as if carrying a faint scent of fresh grass. This was an experience he had never had before, and for a moment, he did not know how to react.

He looked at the girl in front of him, seeing her in a state of panic, looking left and right, not daring to meet his eyes.

He, too, felt somewhat uncomfortable, the tips of his ears a bit warm. He gave a light cough and pretended to be dignified as he moved a bit further from her.

The few people on the Execution Platform all witnessed this scene, Xiao Chen’s eyes sharp and resentful, clenching his fists. He felt as if a wild beast was lurking within him, ready to burst out at any moment.

Nan Sheng watched with wide eyes as Shen Qinghe flirted with Dongfang Wuya, filled with envy.

She usually found it difficult to even catch a glimpse of Dongfang Wuya, and yet Shen Qinghe was openly being intimate with Dongfang Wuya in public—how could Dongfang Wuya possibly fancy Shen Qinghe?

Shen Qinghe was unaware of Nan Sheng’s thoughts; she was still embarrassed by the recent accidental incident. Although it was unintentional, it was still extremely uncomfortable for her.

As she sat there anxious, she felt a strong gaze at her side.

Turning her eyes to look, she met Sect Master Zuo’s eyes burning with the flames of gossip, seemingly asking her when she had started an affair with Dongfang Wuya.

Shen Qinghe knew she was in trouble now—it was likely that the whole Sky Pole Sect would think she and Mr. Wuya were involved.

But it wasn’t what everyone thought, her relationship with Mr. Wuya was absolutely clear and couldn’t be purer.

Fortunately, the execution began on the platform, which relieved her embarrassment.

As the Thunder Whip fell, Nan Sheng’s screams reverberated, but Xiao Chen and Yan Changsheng gritted their teeth and endured, not letting out a sound.

With another whip crack, Nan Sheng cried out again, weeping and shouting, “Brother Xiao, Brother Changsheng, it hurts so much…”

Xiao Chen and Yan Changsheng were preoccupied with their own pain, enduring the punishment of the Thunder Whip; they had no spare energy to take notice of Nan Sheng.

Yan Changsheng’s emotions were complex. He believed he had done his best, sharing Nan Sheng’s burdens. He loved Nan Sheng with all his heart and soul, yet at such a crucial moment, Nan Sheng still had Xiao Chen on her mind.

In Nan Sheng’s heart, what was he?

What did it matter if he loved Nan Sheng more? Her heart would never belong to him alone.

He numbly endured the punishment of the Thunder Whip, but found the pain on his body was far less than the agony in his heart.

By the time the tenth lash fell, Nan Sheng had passed out from the pain.

The execution did not stop because of this, and soon she was splashed awake to continue suffering inhuman torture.

Every whip that struck her was like shattering her bones and muscles, causing such agony that her face twisted. She struggled to open her eyes, only to see Shen Qinghe sitting side by side with Dongfang Wuya.

That woman sat with proper posture, beautiful and graceful. Next to the almost demonically handsome Dongfang Wuya, they appeared quite well matched.

Why?

Why was it Shen Qinghe sitting next to Dongfang Wuya while she was thrown onto the Execution Platform without any dignity, undergoing cruel torture?

She had never suffered like this since she could remember, nor had she ever been humiliated in such a way.

Shen Qinghe was her defeated subordinate, yet only because of Dongfang Wuya’s support, Shen Qinghe had the opportunity to trample her underfoot.

Nan Sheng’s hateful gaze was almost tangible, making it difficult for Shen Qinghe to ignore.

A playful smile appeared on her lips as she met Nan Sheng’s gaze openly.

So what if Nan Sheng was the Fated Female Protagonist in the book? She relied on her blessed fate, wanting to snatch whatever she desired. Yan Changsheng was taken by Nan Sheng, and she felt not the slightest regret; after all, he was just a man who did not love her. If Nan Sheng wanted to take him away, so be it.

But why should Nan Sheng have her Secret Manual, by instigating Yan Changsheng to steal and rob it?

Even though Nan Sheng was the Fated Female Protagonist, today she also had to kneel here, suffering the punishment of the Thunder Whip without any dignity.

Nan Sheng, of course, also saw the mockery in Shen Qinghe’s eyes—they felt like her organs were out of place due to the pain, yet she still had to endure the mockery from useless Shen Qinghe, angering her to the point where her heart and lungs ached.

How dare this woman mock her?

As Nan Sheng stared fiercely at Shen Qinghe, Dongfang Wuya happened to see this. He slightly curved his thin lips, “Nan Sheng still has the strength to glare at people; is the executioner showing mercy?”

The cultivator carrying out the execution felt his scalp tingle under Dongfang Wuya’s piercing gaze, and then he heard Wuya’s cold command, “Give it your full strength when hitting her!”

The executioner immediately used all his strength, striking Nan Sheng viciously.

At this lash, Nan Sheng let out a scream and passed out once again.

Afterward, she was splashed awake, and with every strike of the Thunder Whip, it seemed as though her bones were being shattered. Each lash ended with her collapsing into unconsciousness.

When the execution was over, Nan Sheng’s clothes had turned into a bloody garment, torn into rags. She was in tears and disheveled, stripped of the beauty and grace of Sky Pole Sect’s most beautiful woman.

Xiao Chen and Yan Changsheng had also been severely punished. At this time, as Nan Sheng cried out to them, they both looked at her, their expressions stiffening upon seeing her horrifying face. They forgot their own pain for a moment, truly startled by the terrible sight of Nan Sheng’s face.

Unaware of how frightening her face was at present, Nan Sheng saw Xiao Chen and Yan Changsheng looking at her with wide eyes and was suddenly overwhelmed with sorrow, “Brother Xiao, Brother Changsheng, I’m in so much pain…”

Xiao Chen, looking at that tear-streaked and snotty face, stiffened his own face and looked away.

Yan Changsheng’s brows slightly furrowed, feeling somewhat ambivalent. Unsure how to face Nan Sheng’s disfigured visage, he too shifted his gaze.

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