Volume One, Chapter Five: Xie Yu Went Mad

Since he first understood matters of men and women, Shang Chen developed a special feeling for Song Yi. Every time he even glanced at her slender waist and proud chest, an intense impulse surged within him. If he had any wish, it was to marry her, to lie beside her.

Of course, he was no rogue; with other women, no matter how beautiful they were said to be, he never felt such urges.

Song Yi: “...”

She felt awkward, caught between yes and no. “Besides that?”

Though betrothed to Shang Chen, after what happened with Xie Yu, she no longer had any interest in marriage.

Shang Chen turned his head away, his expression darkening inexplicably, his voice cold and deep. “Nothing else.”

Song Yi: “...”

It seemed she had annoyed him again.

Fine.

She decided not to ask further and would find a way to repay this favor herself.

After that, the two remained silent. The only sound in the room was Song Yi’s steady application of ointment.

Shang Chen felt the softness of Song Yi’s palms moving over his back, yet his mood grew darker.

He had thought that both of them understood the inevitability of their eventual marriage; it was just a matter of breaking the silence.

But now it seemed it was only his wishful thinking.

Could the rumors be true? Had Song Yi truly fallen for the pale-faced Xie Yu?

Song Yi didn’t know what had happened but noticed Shang Chen’s face growing darker and darker before he suddenly stood up.

Startled, she instinctively stepped back but stumbled over a stool, losing balance and falling backward—not to the floor, but into a broad, warm embrace.

It was Shang Chen.

His strong arms encircled Song Yi’s slender waist. He frowned deeply as he looked at her pale face. “What are you doing? Why the panic?”

If he hadn’t caught her in time, her head would have struck the table corner.

Song Yi’s heart raced, and she instinctively punched him. “I was about to ask you! Why did you suddenly stand up?”

Shang Chen neither dodged nor answered but tightened his hold on her arm, his expression clearly filled with fear.

Meeting his gaze, Song Yi’s cheeks flushed red, and she felt uneasy all over. She was about to ask him to let go when an angry voice interrupted.

“What are you two doing?”

Song Yi looked up and recognized the visitor. A chill rose between her brows. She pulled away from Shang Chen. “Xie Yu? What are you doing here?”

The twenty-year-old Xie Yu looked almost identical to his fifty-five-year-old self, instantly reminding her of the searing pain of the fire that had consumed her body and the cold betrayal of the man who had abandoned her.

If not for her regained reason and knowledge of her rebirth, she would have already slapped him across the face, demanding what thirty-five years of marriage meant and why he could treat her so cruelly.

Xie Yu glanced contemptuously at Shang Chen. “I heard from my mother that you refused our proposal, so I came to ask. Seems my mother and sister were right—you really are fickle.”

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