Chapter 1492: 1487: She Left, Never to Return
Chapter 1492: Chapter 1487: She Left, Never to Return
Behind the screen, the noise ceased, and Su Miaoyan stood there, enduring in the luxurious yet empty room.
She saw a tall figure move; Xiao Yu walked out from behind the screen, his upper body bare, revealing several scratch marks and some purple-red traces on his chest.
Su Miaoyan felt awkward, lowering her eyes as if wounded by these marks.
But soon she recovered and lifted her head immediately, “Brother Yu, are your legs healed?”
Her eyes brightened as the man, graceful as a bamboo, approached her; his hair slightly disheveled, facial features sharp, and deep-set eyes. No matter how one looked at him, he was an unrivaled handsome man, and the lingering desire on his body made him even more captivating.
Xiao Yu stood in front of her, from a commanding height, his gaze cold as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed her against his chest, “Why do you assist me like her? Like this?”
After saying that, he made a move on Su Miaoyan.
Su Miaoyan cried out in shock, instinctively pushing him away, “Brother Yu, don’t!”
He had just touched Sister Mu, she… she didn’t want that.
“Even this you reject me! Su Miaoyan, what else can you help me with?” Xiao Yu let go of her, his icy eyes carrying a hint of scorn.
“I… I can help you, manage the household well, Xiao family always needs a mistress…”
“What you can do, Mu Qianya can do better than you.”
“But she is only a concubine.”
“Her capabilities are sufficient.”
“But I am still the legitimate daughter of the Marquis’s Manor, Sister Xue’s sister, I even have the title of Princess, I…” Su Miaoyan spoke less confidently as she continued.
These were gifts from her family, not achievements of her own.
These were hers from birth.
Placed before Xiao Yu, how could he not know?
“Perhaps once the Xiao family needed the noble status of a madam to add glory to the family crest, but now, Princess Miss, you are just a burden to the Xiao family. The trading items spent for covering up your affairs and bearing the consequences are countless. If it gets out, how can I, Xiao Yu, face anyone with a madam who has lost her chastity?”
Xiao Yu’s words cut into Su Miaoyan like a knife, each word deeply embedded in her heart.
Su Miaoyan stood there, shoulders hunched, eyes red, saying, “I… I have not lost my purity, Brother Yu I told you, nothing happened with Big Cow Brother, I did not…”
“Whether or not you have, I am not interested to know. I only know that you have shared a bed with another man. From then on, nothing else matters, you don’t need to tell me the details.”
Xiao Yu turned away, his voice filled with thick sarcasm.
Su Miaoyan stood still, her body numb, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and falling in clusters. As the scene before her twisted and turned, the only thing Su Miaoyan could feel before losing consciousness was the cold ground.
Madam Yin received the sent-back Miaoyan, wiping tears tenderly, and when she somewhat regained consciousness, she was helped into the carriage.
Before leaving, she did not make a fuss but hugged something, got into the carriage, silently shed tears, and spoke no more.
Madam Yin shifted her to her lap, gently patting her back comforting, “Good girl Miaoyan, it will be fine once we are home, everything will get better.”
Having left the Xiao family, without the threat to her life, however deep the wounds, they would gradually heal with time.
On the wedding night, Xiao Yu sat in his wheelchair, tore up the bright red wedding gown, clutched his chest, and gasped with a pale face.
Zhuiying handed him a pill, and after Xiao Yu took it, the pain in his legs became more evident. He threw things around in a fit of temper and drove everyone out of the bridal chamber, including Mu Qianya.
Feng Ling followed Mu Qianya out, muttering unhappily in a low voice, “Why like this? Even if it’s just for show, there’s no need to drive the Miss out to catch a cold. It’s still chilly on these early spring nights.”
“Okay, no more talking. Go to my yard and fetch a cloak. I’ll take off this wedding gown,” Mu Qianya tapped her on the forehead.
Feng Ling obediently nodded and left.
Mu Qianya swiftly undid her wedding dress and took it off, setting it aside.
Zhuiying’s cold voice arose, “Aren’t you cold?”
Mu Qianya was startled, then turned back to look at him, her calm face turning into surprise, “It’s cold, but this wedding gown is for a concubine. Besides, Xiao Yu and I aren’t really married. It was just to show to others, and now that there’s no one here, there’s no need to wear this burden.”
“You two… had a fake marriage?”
“Otherwise? What do you think I and Xiao Yu were doing? You know very well. Besides, the one I love is you…”
Mu Qianya blurted out and then realized she had spoken without thinking. She immediately pursed her lips, swallowing back the rest of her words.
Zhuiying’s ears heated up, and a blush crept up his face.
He wasn’t much of a talker, but Mu Qianya seemed to always have a lot to say whenever she saw him, as if making casual conversation. She stood in front of him, “How is Xiao Yu’s condition?”
Zhuiying shook his head, “Not good.”
His master’s condition was worse than ever. He had brought a doctor, forcefully medicated himself, and put on a show in front of Su Miaoyan, pretending to be intimate with Mu Qianya, and feigned standing on his legs to drive Su Miaoyan away.
Afterward, his health deteriorated even more.
The doctor said it would take two or three months for him to recover from this self-inflicted damage.
Yet, knowing the consequences, he still forcefully proceeded.
It was all to completely hurt Su Miaoyan and drive her away.
Mu Qianya had to cooperate with Xiao Yu, of course, complying unconditionally. She feared Su Miaoyan hating her, but she was more worried about Su Miaoyan’s health, “Miaoyan needs to be well taken care of. Now in the Xiao family, her body isn’t harmed, but the heartache is something no amount of tonic can heal. Pressured by her mother, Xiao Yu had to let her go. I don’t know if she can maintain her health after she returns.”
Zhuiying rarely spoke and never offered opinions, but hearing Mu Qianya say so much, he uncharacteristically responded coldly, “She won’t recover well.”
Mu Qianya slightly startled, looking up at him, “You also think Miaoyan staying by Xiao Yu’s side would be better?”
“Uh-huh.”
Zhuiying hadn’t been with Xiao Yu for long, but he could see that only when Su Miaoyan was around, Xiao Yu’s mental and physical state seemed relatively well.
In this period, he tormented others, often tormenting himself even more.
The damage more fatal.
Mu Qianya walked two steps towards Zhuiying, stopping only a fist’s distance away from him, whispered, “Then let’s not emulate Xiao Yu, shall we stay closer?”
Zhuiying subconsciously stepped back, but Mu Qianya followed up, grabbing his hand and placing it on her wrist.
Zhuiying felt a string of bracelets, the red bracelets she wore every day.