Chapter 1477: 1472: Brother Yu, don't leave me behind
Chapter 1477: Chapter 1472: Brother Yu, don’t leave me behind
He coldly hit back at the time, “My love isn’t as cheap as yours, I will protect her for a lifetime, she will always be the madam of the Xiao family.”
“Hehe, really? Xiao Yu.” That man stroked his beard and chuckled lightly, letting him return to the bridal chamber.
He detested that man’s laughter to the extreme, so much so that after he left the Xiao family, he sealed off that man’s courtyard and never entered it again.
But now, drinking alone under the moon, when he thinks of that man’s laugh, he feels defeated again.
“Just as my father said, the head of the Xiao family does not deserve to love,” Xiao Yu, leaning against his wheelchair, laughed miserably, not knowing whether he was mocking his father or himself.
He calculated everything, yet he still ended up in such a predicament.
“Xiao Yu, do you really love her that much? Love her to the point where… it doesn’t matter to you if she is tainted?” Mu Qianya held the wine jar nervously.
This sentence lingered in the subconscious of Su Miaoyan, it was her written fear.
She will probably never see Su Miaoyan again, but she deceived Su Miaoyan, she wanted… to get an answer for her.
She wanted to know, this thing that Su Miaoyan cared about, did Xiao Yu care at all?
Xiao Yu, holding the wine jar, laughed with a gloomy and chilling voice, like it came from hell, “I killed him!”
That man who defiled his Yan’er!
Killing others, it was all an act, all to go along with the play!
But, with that pair of siblings, he did it on purpose!
He had to personally execute them, couldn’t let them live in this world!
But his Yan’er…
Xiao Yu tilts his head back, chugging half the jar of wine, then leaning back on his wheelchair, looking up at the sky, laughing foolishly, “My Yan’er is pure and flawless, she has never been defiled, she has no stain at all.”
If there was any, it was his fault.
Mu Qianya’s tears suddenly gushed out at Xiao Yu’s words.
She accompanied Xiao Yu, finishing off a jar of wine.
She staggered along the wall, slowly walking back to her courtyard, mumbling as she walked, “Miaoyan, he doesn’t blame you, he… loves you very much.”
She was lucky.
What separated them wasn’t these trivial matters, not all this virtue and propriety.
It was just that Xiao Yu cherished her, truly, and dearly loved her.
That’s why they were parted.
Mu Qianya foolishly smiled, “To be loved like this, it’s wonderful.”
She really envied Miaoyan!
“You’re drunk.”
The man’s cold and deep voice came, emotionless, which startled Mu Qianya.
She turned around and saw a tall, dark silhouette.
Shadow.
He was following her.
Her legs suddenly went weak, and she fell towards him.
But he wasn’t like other men, even if he had no compassion, he would still lend a hand.
Instead, he just watched her fall to the ground, the crash making a crisp sound.
Mu Qianya, pained, burst into tears and accused Shadow, “Can’t you catch me?”
At any rate, they had been together for so long.
Even if just as friends, he should have offered a hand, shouldn’t let her fall so painfully, right?
Shadow was expressionless, just like the nickname she gave him, a dead wood.
Mu Qianya, crying with tears streaming down her face, could only slowly move herself up from the ground, then leaning against the wall, slowly stood up.
But the man’s arms were strong as steel, encircling her waist, and she was suddenly pulled into his embrace.
Safely and securely.
Mu Qianya’s head bumped into his chest, which hurt more than when she just fell to the ground.
But at this moment, she didn’t want to stand up so quickly; it was as if her body could no longer stand straight; she just wanted to lean against his chest.
His chest was hard, yet very warm, not cold like he was.
Mu Qianya’s face flushed, slowly nestled closer, and she softly said, “I got hurt from the fall just now, warn me before you let go, or it’s really going to hurt if I fall again.”
The wound on her hand hadn’t fully healed yet.
She spread her palm to show Pursuit, who saw that she hadn’t taken good care of it. The wound was scabbing, but scars would undoubtedly be left, never to disappear.
For a girl, she would inevitably have a scar in the end.
Pursuit was a bit unusual tonight. Not only was Mu Qianya not pushed down to the ground by him, but she also felt her body being lifted up and slowly moved towards a place.
She didn’t exert any strength herself.
Pursuit, holding her, walked to the door of her room, then lowered his head to ask her, “Can you stand steady?”
“Hm?”
Mu Qianya opened her eyes, her vision blurring, and her breath after drinking exuded an intoxicating scent of alcohol, “Yes.”
Pursuit set her down, without thinking too much about it. But she didn’t expect that after being held for a while, her legs would become weak, and she stumbled to one side as soon as she touched the ground.
“Ah!”
Mu Qianya fell to the ground, but this time, she was still hooking Pursuit’s neck, and pulled him down with her.
His tall body pressed on top of her, creating a strong force, accompanied by a chilling oppression.
Mu Qianya felt as if she was being crushed straight into hell.
She pushed him with her hands, “Can you get up a bit? I can hardly breathe.”
Not to mention the build of this assassin—it was much larger than ordinary people—she indeed felt… a bit heavy.
Pursuit looked down at her, his voice hoarse, “Let go.”
“Huh?”
Mu Qianya opened her eyes and saw her right hand still softly hooked around his neck as if deliberately seducing him to pull closer.
Her face turned rapidly red, as if she was steamed.
She immediately let go, but in her haste, her bracelet caught his hair, and as she pulled, Pursuit frowned.
When he wasn’t frowning, his face was terrifyingly cold.
Now with the frowning… it looked even more stern and bloodthirsty.
Mu Qianya’s heart pounded violently, thumping against her chest as if it wanted to jump out.
Pursuit’s voice was low and hoarse, “Are you that afraid of me?”
Her heartbeat thundered like drums.
Mu Qianya hurriedly shook her head, “No… not afraid!”
She was just panicking, extremely flustered.
The more flustered she was, the heavier her hands were; she even pulled out some of Pursuit’s hair from the back of his head.
She saw her hand finally came off his body, but on her bracelet there hung a strand of this man’s hair, and his expression…
She didn’t dare to open her eyes to look, and with some guilt, she closed them.
Her delicate features all scrunched together tightly.
Shortly after, the pressure on her body eased, and a strong force pulled her up; finally, she had the strength to stand steady.
She scrutinized the man in front of her, towering a whole shoulder above her. Standing straight in front of him, she reached just to his chest; tall, majestic, and imposing—that must be his aura.
Until Pursuit left, Mu Qianya was still somewhat out of sorts.
She felt as though him carrying her back, and everything that followed, seemed like a dream.
But when she truly woke from her sleep, the strand of hair on the bracelet was real.
And upon inspection, it was not her own hair.
In the Marquis’s Manor, Su Miaoyan had an uneasy night, always waiting for Xiao Yu to pick her up, but even by noon, there was no word, and she couldn’t help but ask Madam Yin several times. Madam Yin kept putting her off, telling her to take good care of her injury and not to rush things.
But Su Miaoyan’s heart grew more and more anxious.