Chapter 176 - Saved. The Trashy Couple. (2/2)

The man stood up when he heard Mo Xuetong’s voice. His purple robes with dragon embroidery sparkled in the light. He approached her and looked at her from above, his face slightly turned towards the window. Mo Xuetong could see the somber expression on his handsome face from where she was. His dark black eyes were like frozen pools of water. His long, slotted eyes were slightly narrowed and his brows arched coldly. He was not his usual lazy self. Today, he seemed like Hades with his sharp and cold look. His aura was dangerously menacing.

Those purple robes looked as if they were shone upon by a purple light. He approached Mo Xuetong and looked at her coldly.

It was Feng Yuran again. And it was a different Feng Yuran. It was an angry Feng Yuran.

She bit her lips. Mo Xuetong did not know why she could not speak to him boldly and confidently. She lifted her hands slightly and glanced at them. They were wrapped up tightly and she found it hard to move her finger even the slightest.

“Err, what are you doing here? Have I made a mistake? This is my room, right?” She laughed dryly. Her pink lips lifted slightly with a guilty conscience. Her large eyes looked like calm pools of water. If one looked at her carefully, they could see that she looked rather ill. One could not help but feel bad for her.

However, Feng Yuran could not be bothered with that. He said coldly, “I have already given you Mo Ye, and Mo Feng serves you too. How could Mo Ye not know what was happening after what Mo Yu told her? Are you really that worried that you have to act yourself? You don’t trust me?” His words were stern.

While Mo Xuetong wanted to pretend not to care, her heart twitched. Her eyes grew red even before she could speak. While she believed that Mo Ye and Mo Feng would definitely help her in secret, she was still not confident. Especially when she held the sharp porcelain shard, she was filled with hatred. It was a hatred that seeped down into her bones, and she could not tell fantasy from reality because of that.

The hatred and pain she felt would not allow her to think. She only had one thought. She wanted to eat Sima Lingyun’s flesh and drink his blood. Sima Lingyun had hurt her in her past life and she had died at his wedding. He wanted to ruin her in this life as well. It was a hatred that spanned two lifetimes. She wanted to seek revenge herself.

She had made meticulous plans earlier, but after that, she had just acted in anger.

“Look at you, you are a girl, and yet you risk your life to beat them. So what if you win? That place is full of writhing snakes. As long as someone sees you, you would have no choice but to end up with Sima Lingyun. Do you think the Duke’s Manor has good scenery or that Sima Lingyun is handsome? Do you want to marry him? Why don’t you use your brains instead of acting rashly in all things you do?” Feng Yuran saw that Mo Xuetong was not speaking. He could not see her slightly red eyes in the dark and could not resist reprimanding her.

It was bad luck for anyone involved in this matter. It did not matter whose fault it was. If someone saw that Mo Xuetong had been abducted by a man, her reputation would have been ruined. If Sima Lingyun touched her bare skin while saving her, then she would not be able to escape marrying into the Duke’s Manor.

Or perhaps, Sima Lingyun would allow her the position as his legal wife because of Mo Huawen and the General Manor. But so what? Something like this had happened before their marriage. What would the Duke’s Manor say in the future? Sima Lingyun would be allowed to do whatever he wanted. If they wanted to be nice about it, they could even say that they have helped her to save face.

If they did not put it nicely?

If that happened, Mo Xuetong knew that she definitely would not marry Sima Lingyun. She would not just watch as the tragedy that was her past life happened again. She would rather die than allow Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin’s plot to succeed. She could not hold back the resentment she felt after she heard Feng Yuran’s sharp and cold, mocking words. She clapped her hand over her face, wanting to hide her tears. But she had only just lifted her head when she felt a piercing pain. She realized then that her hands were wrapped up tightly.

“Why are you not talking? Why are you not explaining? Aren’t you usually good at talking? Why are you mute today? You hurt your hands and not your mouth. Don’t tell me that you have injured your mouth in such a short amount of time.” Feng Yuran’s veins twitched on his forehead. He could not help but scold her when he thought of how she had almost crashed into the tree.

It was a tall large tree. How could her slender body take it!

She would have died!

If he had not met Mo Feng coming back to report just as he stepped out of the palace, if he had been slightly later, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life. He could not force down the anger he felt. He wanted to drag her up and give her a stern beating to make her understand how weak she was.

How dared she go against Sima Lingyun so directly with a porcelain shard. Where had her usual intelligence gone?

Feng Yuran’s cold mocking voice broke the last straw. Mo Xuetong’s tightly gritted teeth relaxed and she could not hold back her tears any longer. They surged out. All the sadness, resentment, and fear she felt all turned into tears. She said, “Explain? Why should I explain? Why do I need to explain myself to you? Who are you to me to care so much?”

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