Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

Chapter 1356: Chapter 1356: Warm, Fiery, and Crazy

When Su Qing heard about her brother-in-law’s second younger brother, her emotions involuntarily sank as well.

“Qingqing, actually there are some words I’ve been too embarrassed to say before, but in order to prevent you from getting angry, I’ll just say it directly today.”

Zhou Hengguang’s attitude was exceptionally sincere, but if Su Qing could see through the eyes on the bridge of his nose and penetrate his drooping brows, she would find not a trace of sincerity or any hint of weakness such as guilt in his eyes.

Behind the lenses of Zhou Hengguang’s glasses, his eyes, hidden by thick lashes, were profound, sharp, and cold like ice that had not melted for thousands of years. As he changed his tone, his choice of words, and his demeanor, the chill in his eyes slowly began to melt, and with this melting came warmth, as well as fervor and madness.

When warmth and heat, madness intertwined, they generated a startling power, filling people with fear and trepidation. No one knew his true intentions, nor what he would do next.

He was like an elegant wire-walker standing on the abyss, his skills refined, his abilities exceptional. He could move on the wire as if on solid ground, treating the abyss below as if it were nothing. Yet the wire was too thin, the wind too strong—every step was heart-stopping, every move challenged moral boundaries, toying with life as if it were a joke.

The onlookers were uneasy, but the elegant dancer was fearless.

That was the state Zhou Hengguang was in now—those around him were filled with worry, unsure of what to do, and concerned that they might provoke him and complicate the situation even further. But as for him, the affected party, no one really knew what he was thinking.

His indifference and his excessive care were so contradictory, so complicated.

Others couldn’t understand.

And sitting opposite him, Su Qing was like a hardy rose bush that grew sturdy in the storm. She was not as delicate as a rose, nor as splendid as a sunflower, but she was fragrant, charming, beautifully colored, and could withstand harsh winds and rains, blooming year-round.

Such a person, like Su Qing, was from a completely different world than Zhou Hengguang, but now everything had changed.

Because Zhou Hengguang had thought, hesitated so long, until he made up his mind.

He was going to make a move.

In the past, he didn’t understand love, didn’t know its taste, so he didn’t know how to woo a girl, how to encounter one by chance.

In his eyes, everything could be calculated, everything was under control. But now the control was problematic, the issue lying with himself. Thus, he would start with himself to achieve his goals, for which he was willing to pay any price.

Personality, preferences, face—all could be calculated, all were part of the price to pay.

Zhou Hengguang suppressed all emotions, gave Su Qing a bitter smile, and said in a lonely tone, “The reason I wrote letters inventing Lin Weiguo, pretending to be your classmate, was not actually to deceive you, nor was it to guess and probe you, as you think.”

Su Qing pursed her lips, striving to ignore the bit of care in her heart, and said irritably, “If it’s not to make a fool out of me, what is it? Stop lying to people. When I discovered the truth, your attitude already said everything.”

If it had been an ordinary person, faced with Su Qing’s questioning, they might have said, ‘It’s because you didn’t give me a chance to explain, because you’ve been avoiding me.’ But Zhou Hengguang didn’t say that; he steadily controlled the rhythm and direction of the conversation, smiling at Su Qing’s questioning.

“It’s my fault, but indeed it’s not like that, just listen to me and you’ll understand,” he said.