C210 (1/2)

Xie Heng's heart skipped a beat.

For a moment it was hard to tell if she was drunk or sober, and her mind was a mess.

The moonlight was shining through the window, and the candles in the house were bright.

The two were separated by a window, but they were only a few feet apart. It was as if they were standing in a different world.

Just based on his words, the world turned upside down between the two of them.

Wen Jiu just looked at him with shining eyes and asked again, ”Do you like me?”

”Yeah.” Xie Heng laughed and asked: ”How did you only know now?”

Wen Jiu paused for a moment.

Not long after, a ”peng” sound came from the window.

The Miss Wen that was leaning against the window fell to the ground stiffly. Xie Heng couldn't even reach out to pull him in time.

When he leaned on the window and looked in.

She had already collapsed on the imperial concubine's bed, her eyes wide open. After a long while, she let out a long sigh. ”Blame me for having too much silver taels!”

Xie Heng suddenly thought that he had heard wrong, ”Jiu, what did you say just now?”

Wen Jiu was still immersed in his previous life as the wealthiest woman. Everyone around her loved her money, and no one treated her with sincerity, so he muttered in a low voice: ”Everyone says that I love money as if it were my life. If someone loves me as much as I love money, then what would happen if I give up such an enormous fortune?”

Xie Heng quietly listened to her nonsense.

She raised her hand to cover her eyes as she said in a bitter voice, ”You want to crush me with the word 'innocent'? I won't!”

Wen Jiu suddenly sat up from the imperial concubine's bed, gritted his teeth, and said, ”I want to live on happily!”

Xie Heng caressed her head and softly consoled her in a low voice, ”Jiu, nothing can overwhelm you. With me here, no one will dare.”

Wen Jiu's tightly knitted brows slowly relaxed. On the surface, he did not have any expression, but his mouth was muttering nonstop.

Xie Heng leaned over to listen, but he did not hear clearly what she had said.

Wen Jiu suddenly slapped his face, with a ”pa” sound, it was clear and crisp.

The one who was beaten up didn't say anything, but the one who was beaten was scared out of his wits and looked at him with wide eyes.

Xie Heng was helpless, ”What are you panicking for?”

Wen Jiu replied honestly: ”This is the first time I've heard someone slap their face so loudly, I'm a little scared.”

Xie Heng, ”...”

Usually, when this girl spoke, she would think of the most suitable way to put it. She always had a gentle and warm appearance in front of everyone.

Who would have thought that there would also be such a sentence that would cause one to choke to death.

The youth could not help but reach out to rub between his brows, ”Wen Jiu, do you still know who I am?”

Wen Jiu leaned in and earnestly looked at him from head to toe, vaguely saying, ”Ah, Little Tyrant.”

Xie Heng did not hear it clearly, ”What?”

”You're so noisy.” Wen Jiu said with slight disdain.

Xie Heng restrained himself and said patiently: ”Then go to sleep.”

Wen Jiu replied with an ”Oh”, raised his head and fell on the imperial concubine's bed.

”Jiu.” Xie Heng leaned on the window and called out to her.

Wen Jiu blinked his eyes. It was obvious that he was no longer clear-headed.

The youth lowered his eyes and asked softly: ”How much do you like Xie Qi?”

She was somewhat at a loss. ”Who?”

Xie Heng was startled for a moment, and only now did she remember that Wen Jiu had always called her by her name. The days that she and Xie Qi had known each other for were not long, and they only addressed each other as ”Fifth Young Master” and ”Miss Wen”.