Super Allrounder

Kapitel 32

"Uh... really not going to wait a little longer?" Baili Tieyi asked hesitantly, which earned him a murderous glare from Qiao Fenglang.

Yin Wuxiao paused for a moment, but did not turn around. She took light steps and stepped onto the carriage.

Suddenly, a powerful force pulled her back from her forearm. Before she could react, she was already embedded in Qiao Fenglang's strong embrace, and his hard lips pressed down unexpectedly.

That kiss, fierce and heavy, unmistakably declared his ownership.

She trembled, then trembled again, feeling like a withered leaf awaiting its final shattering. The arrogant and overwhelming aura invading her made her want to cry, to escape. But before she could even think of resisting, Qiao Fenglang had already swiftly released her.

His cold, sinister eyes stared intently at her back.

Yin Wuxiao's back stiffened, and after a moment, she turned around hesitantly.

She met Baili Qingyi's unfathomable gaze.

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Baili Qingyi glanced indifferently at Yin Wuxiao's slightly swollen lips, but deliberately avoided looking into her bewildered eyes.

Baili Tieyi secretly worried for the two of them. This situation, hmph, was truly awkward…

"Young master in blue... have you also come to see us off?"

A hint of mockery flashed across Qiao Fenglang's lips, but he also wrapped his arm around Yin Wuxiao's slender waist in a warning gesture.

Yin Wuxiao suddenly realized that even if Baili Qingyi really made it clear that she wanted him, Qiao Fenglang would never keep his promise and let her go.

She looked at Baili Qingyi again, her dark, deep pupils staring directly at the large hand that had appeared on her slender waist, but she remained silent.

"The Qiao Gang will never forget the great kindness of the young master in blue. We would like to invite the young master in blue to attend our wedding on the 18th of next month and have a drink at the celebration."

Her soft, delicate hands, hidden beneath the crimson cloak, suddenly clenched, her white fingernails digging deep into her palms.

Baili Qingyi remained silent.

Baili Tieyi, standing to the side, was already starting to get anxious for him:

"Well... how about you two stay a few more days? I don't think the weather is suitable for a long journey today..." Sigh, his eldest son is really something. He's already here, can't he even say a word to persuade her to stay? He can't just watch that girl marry someone else, can he?

Yin Wuxiao's chest tightened, feeling a throbbing pain filled with unfamiliar anger. She suddenly hated his indifferent attitude, as if the sky were falling. If he truly didn't care, that would be one thing, but instead he remained silent. Did she, Yin Wuxiao, really not deserve even a twitch of his eyebrow or a peep from Baili Qingyi?

For the first time ever, she couldn't control her temper. She shook off Qiao Fenglang's tightly gripping hand, turned around and quickly went to the carriage. She glanced at the somewhat panicked coachman in the carriage, pried open the harness, and jumped onto the saddleless horse.

Her bright red cloak billowed in the wind beside her horse, adding a touch of heroic spirit. She forcefully turned her horse's head away and sneered, "Brother Fenglang, if we wait any longer, by the time we reach Qiaobang, it will be too late. I am not a pampered young lady confined to my chambers. Wouldn't it be much faster to travel by horse?" With a sharp cry, she spurred her horse forward and galloped off first.

No one expected her to make this move so suddenly, and Qiao Fenglang's expression changed drastically.

"Xiao'er!" Is she courting death? Knowing how to ride a horse is one thing, but this drudgery has been beaten and is not a mount. It is also not equipped with horse tack and is very different from the horses she usually rides. On this mountain road, an accident is very likely to happen.

He immediately untied another dwarf horse, leaped onto it, and tried to catch up. However, a green figure was faster than him, and with superb lightness skill, it overtook him in a few leaps and caught up with him, successfully landing on the horse behind Yin Wuxiao in the blink of an eye.

"You..." Feeling a weight behind him, Yin Wuxiao turned around and looked even angrier.

"What are you doing?" Yin Wuxiao cursed angrily. Didn't this person not care about her staying or leaving? Why did he suddenly jump onto her horse's back?

"Stop!" Baili Qingyi's expression was unusually stern, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his usually gentle eyes now held a hint of anger.

"None of your business!" She squeezed the horse's flanks and pulled the reins again, as if that would throw him off from behind.

"Listen to me, don't be willful!" Baili Qingyi's voice became even more stern. He wrapped his arms around her from both sides and reached out to snatch the reins from her forearm.

"You!" Completely unaware of the perilous situation he was in, Yin Wuxiao was unwilling to easily let him take control of the horse. Naturally, he resisted with all his might. With a series of frantic pulls, the old horse could no longer bear the excessive weight on its back and the uneven obstacles on the mountain road. It changed from its normal speed to a gallop, with its head raised high, trying to reduce the burden on its back.

Yin Wuxiao screamed in panic, never expecting that the normally docile horse would suddenly become so agitated. The scenery beside her rushed past, and without any support, she almost slipped off the smooth horse's back. Fortunately, a steady arm firmly supported her swaying body and held her firmly in a broad and strong embrace.

Even so, the wildly galloping horse still jolted her insides so violently that she almost vomited.

"Bai... Baili Qingyi!" She was almost dizzy. The reins had already slipped from her hands. She unconsciously reached out and grabbed Baili Qingyi's arm to maintain her balance.

"You dare to ride a worn-out horse without permission, why don't you dare to bear the consequences yourself?" Baili Qingyi's voice was cold and stern, full of lecturing.

“You…” What time is it? He’s still just cursing her.

A surge of resentment welled up in her heart. Her proud nature wouldn't allow him to have all the rights and wrongs. Yin Wuxiao steeled her heart and simply struggled to break free from his protection.

She'd rather fall to her death than listen to his lecturing!

"Xiao'er!" Baili Qingyi gasped as she finally managed to get the reins under control, but she hadn't anticipated that he would disregard her own safety and break free from his arms. She felt her petite body sway as she slipped out of his embrace and fell off the horse.

A sharp jolt ran through his chest. He could no longer control the raging horse. He quickly bent his body in the direction she had fallen and swiftly pulled her into his arms. Before landing, he barely managed to catch his breath, flipped over, and landed lightly on the ground.

Completely disoriented from the shock, Yin Wuxiao's eyes finally focused, and the first thing that caught his eye was Baili Qingyi's cold and stern face, devoid of any gentleness.

She was stunned for a moment. She hadn't noticed while she was on horseback with her back to him that his expression was so different from his usual calm and collected demeanor.

However, the next moment, Baili Qingyi said in a deep voice in her ear: "If you don't care about your own life, why didn't you say so earlier? Then I would have saved a lot of trouble to save your life."

Yin Wuxiao stared blankly at him.

She wasn't mistaken; he was radiating intense anger, though he suppressed it remarkably well. Was he really cursing at her?

“I…I never begged you to save me!” she said, her lips pale and her voice trembling as she refuted.

"Hmph, if I don't have to save him, why would I bother?" Even Baili Qingyi herself was unaware of the discontent and worry hidden in her involuntary cold words.

However, these words struck a nerve with Yin Wuxiao's already fragile heart. So, he really saved her only out of necessity, out of a sense of responsibility towards the entire martial world?

"You acted recklessly and impulsively! Where was there even a shred of reason in your behavior just now? You were no different from a spoiled, headstrong young lady!" Baili Qingyi relentlessly accused her, his heart nearly stopping as he watched her leap onto her horse without regard for her own safety. He had always thought she was calm and composed, never rash, but unexpectedly, she could still lose her temper. How could he possibly trust her?

Yin Wuxiao took a step back at his accusation, her head bowed. She knew how ridiculous and willful her behavior had been. Yes, it was as if she, Yin Wuxiao, was always supposed to be generous, composed, and inviolable. Didn't she have the right to be willful? Couldn't she be sad? Who in the world had the right to criticize her willfulness? Only he did not, because he was the one who had hurt her.

Yes, she was heartbroken because of him.

With her slender phoenix eyes tightly closed, Yin Wuxiao finally had to admit that she had fallen in love with the man in front of her, the man who was said to be the most perfect man in the martial arts world.

But he was too perfect, so perfect that it seemed he had no heart, so perfect that... he didn't belong to her.

She knew he had no intention of keeping her here. Since he could just watch her marry someone else, why bother seeing her one last time?

"You...you..." She lowered her head, stammering for a long time before finally uttering a single sentence, her words revealing her endless, unspoken sorrow: "You let the horse run away, how am I supposed to get back?"

Baili Qingyi's handsome face changed drastically. He seemed to barely moisten his dry throat as his lips moved.

Letting her go today is no easy task for him.

Just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of Qiao Fenglang arriving out of the corner of his eye.

"Xiao'er!" Qiao Fenglang rushed over.

Yin Wuxiao trembled, and then, very gently, she pulled her right hand, which was firmly held in Baili Qingyi's grasp, away.

"Brother Fenglang." She turned around and walked towards Qiao Fenglang, but never dared to look up.

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The beautiful figure in water-red disappeared before the carriage door, and finally couldn't help but pause for a moment.

"Young Master in Green, please remember to come and have a drink at our wedding," Yin Wuxiao said softly, as if he were making a sacrifice.

As the carriage pulled by a single horse slowly drove away, Baili Tieyi dared to approach and tentatively call out, "Big Brother?"

Baili Qingyi did not respond, staring intently at her outstretched palm with a complicated expression. Her palm was empty, as if she had lost something she shouldn't have lost.

A moment later, he turned and left.

"Big brother..." Baili Tieyi frowned and followed behind. He had no idea what his complicated older brother was thinking, but his back looked rather lonely.

Who rowed across the cloud-filled stream?

The blazing sun extinguishes the jade palace, while a cool breeze blows through the phoenix tower.

Carried baggage on the flat plain, a vermilion oar moored on the calm current.

Golden flowers adorn emerald feathers, and a flying boat is painted with a pheasant's prow.

The Song of the Water Chestnut Picker, the Song of the Yue Maiden from Jiangnan.

The sound of victory echoes through the still leaves, and resounds through the floating clouds in the valley.

Good times are rare, but beautiful women are hard to find again.

The reflection in the mirror is like a painting, every detail is exquisite.

Yin Wuxiao picked up a gold hairpin embroidered with a phoenix, flipped her fair wrist, and inserted it diagonally into her high-coiled hair. The gold pendant at one end was still swaying gently, which set off her fair, alabaster cheeks.

Today is her wedding day.

Half a month has passed since their parting at Baiwen Manor. During this time, Qiao Fenglang has sent out wedding invitations to heroes from all over the world, as if to announce to the world that he, Qiao Fenglang, has finally obtained what he wanted.

Aunt Yun, who miraculously awoke, seemed to have no memory of what had happened before. She was busy with the wedding of her stepson and niece. Yin Wuxiao tentatively asked her if she had any recollection of anything before she fell into a coma, but all she got in response was a blank look in her eyes.

“Xiao’er, no matter what happened in the past, I’m glad you finally understand what’s most important now.” Aunt Yun frowned. “Lang’er is an excellent child and will never disgrace you.”

She refused the elaborate dressing-up prepared for her by Qiao Fenglang's maids, instead choosing to do her makeup alone in front of the mirror. The bright red gauze wedding dress made any woman wearing it stand out from the crowd.

The mirror reflected a beautiful face with delicately drawn eyebrows and luscious red lips, reminding her of the elegant and noble woman she had been in the Cloud Pavilion that day. Now, all of that was like fleeting shadows of flowers, like raindrops falling on empty steps—a mere dream. She, Yin Wuxiao, though proud and aloof, and living a life of unbridled joy, today, like countless other women in the world, would become a wife.

Her jade-like fingers lightly brushed over the crimson veil neatly laid out on the table, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she picked up the red veil and gently covered her head.

The door suddenly clicked open, and Yin Wuxiao stopped what she was doing, put down the red gauze in her hand, and turned her head slightly:

"What is it?"

"This servant has come to deliver a lucky charm."

Yin Wuxiao frowned and answered loudly:

"Come in."

A maid in plain clothes pushed open the door and entered, carrying a round apple.

"Miss, Madam Yun said this is a lucky charm, symbolizing peace and safety. You must hold it in your arms until the ceremony is complete and it cannot be dropped," the maidservant relayed respectfully with her head bowed.