Mujer fatal - Capítulo 100
Her anger was directed at something else; with a ripping sound, the fine silk quilt was torn in two, revealing the bright red wedding robe underneath.
Young Master He's eyes were even redder than the wedding robes, almost dripping blood.
Even the most dull-witted and confused Pang Wan became completely sober at this moment.
"Young master, let me explain!" She jumped out of bed in fright and reached out to shake He Qinglu's shoulder. "There's a reason for this!"
However, He Qinglu ignored her and went straight to tear at her wedding robe. In an instant, the room was filled with tearing sounds, and pieces of bright red cloth flew all over the floor.
He was so angry that he couldn't care less about anything else.
Pang Wan dared not disobey him, so she could only wait for him to vent his anger with teary eyes until she was finally only wearing a snow-white inner shirt, at which point He Qinglu finally stopped.
“Explain.” He sat back down on the edge of the bed, panting, looking down at her.
Pang Wan then pouted and, trembling with fear, told the whole story about how the Southern Barbarians had asked her to act.
“It’s fake, this is a fake marriage.” She emphasized to him forcefully, afraid that he would lose his temper again. “We didn’t have any wedding vows, let alone a bridal chamber. It doesn’t count at all.”
He Qinglu looked at her coldly and didn't say anything.
He knew, of course, that the two did not end up getting married. He rushed to the Moon Worship Cult at dawn and went to the wedding hall immediately to confirm the news.
—If she really finished the ceremony, did she think she could still lie in bed and sleep soundly until dawn?
—If they really consummated their marriage, he… he simply couldn’t imagine it.
He looked at Pang Wan, and an unprecedented sense of frustration overwhelmed him, almost pushing him to the edge of a cliff.
Having lived as a favored son of heaven for twenty years, this was the first time he had ever valued someone so much, the first time he had ever wanted to keep someone by his side, to cherish her, to love her, to miss her, and to wish he could carry her with him at all times, to melt her into his mouth and hold her there—he even said the two words "like" that she thought she would never say.
But she didn't care at all.
Even though he made such a solemn vow to marry her.
A sudden tightness gripped his heart, causing him so much pain that he could barely speak.
Pang Wan watched as He Qinglu's face turned pale and then green, and she guessed that he was struggling with his conscience, feeling both guilty and sad. She could only take his hand in her palm and look at him longingly from under his eyelashes.
However, He Qinglu flicked her sleeve and pulled her hand back.
At this moment, Pang Wan bravely displayed her fearless and shameless spirit, persistently continuing to grab the young master's hand.
Hold on, get shaken off, hold on again, get shaken off again.
After about five such attempts, He Qinglu finally stopped shaking her off, only staring at her with a pair of amber eyes as cold as stars.
"Young master, I was wrong!" Seeing that he was finally looking at her properly, Pang Wan quickly pretended to be pitiful and obedient. "Can you forgive me this time?"
He Qinglu saw the cunning in her eyes clearly, and felt both angry and pained.
He understood that the clever little head was trying to please him, but this pleasing wasn't based on reciprocated affection. This realization made his chest feel like it was about to burst.
He took a deep breath.
No, he can't blame her. What's the point of blaming her? He owes her even more. He can't waste any more time arguing and hurting her.
"Come here," he sighed.
Pang Wan quickly climbed to his side, sat down upright next to him, and looked very serious.
He Qinglu studied her for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.
A barrage of kisses rained down on her, hot and wet, slowly devouring her soft flesh. Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps out of fear, Pang Wan was startled at first, then unconsciously opened her mouth and gently responded to the man before her, who should have been as handsome as a god.
In return, he unleashed a furious storm that nearly consumed her.
“You are my wife, He Qinglu’s wife. You cannot marry anyone else. You can’t act, you can’t joke, and you can’t even lie.”
The hoarse voice seemed to come from the distant horizon, carrying a hint of anger and sorrow.
Is it a tragedy?
Pang Wan thought vaguely that she was probably hallucinating.
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The two young people sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and then He Qinglu suddenly took Pang Wan's hand and started to walk outside.
"Come on, take me to see your father." His tone was extremely anxious.
Pang Wan was taken aback. She was about to say that she didn't know where her father was buried when she suddenly realized that the person the other person was talking about was actually her "biological father," Zuo Huai'an.
Overnight, the whole world should know about the commotion at yesterday's wedding.
“He went to find my senior brother.” Pang Wan’s face showed sadness and melancholy. “I don’t know when we’ll hear from him.”
—I wonder if Gu Xiju's claim that Zuo Huai'an killed the Southern Barbarians' biological parents is true or false? If it is true, given the Southern Barbarians' temperament, they probably will never return.
Seeing her pale face, He Qinglu stopped walking and sat back down on the edge of the bed.
“You did nothing wrong.” He stroked her hair.
He wasn't good at sweet talk, so after thinking it over, he could only instinctively comfort someone with right and wrong.
However, for Pang Wan, who had suffered three consecutive setbacks yesterday, hearing just one sentence was enough.
After all, her world collapsed in a single day—her father was no longer her father, her uncle was no longer her uncle, her relatives turned out to be undercover agents, and what's even more terrifying is that there was a treacherous beast who had been trying to control her all along.