Yin Wuxiao said in astonishment, "What right do I have to talk about forgiveness to the young master in blue? Miss Yuwen, are you joking?"
Yuwen Cuiyu smiled: "I know you're angry that he cured you without asking if you wanted to, and you're angry that he didn't take the initiative to snatch you away from Chief Qiao. But if he didn't do that, he wouldn't be Baili Qingyi. Considering how much he's done for you, can't you forgive him?"
Yin Wuxiao slowly narrowed his eyes: "Miss Yuwen seems to know me very well."
Yuwen Cuiyu pursed her lips: "This is generally how young women think. Even someone as free-spirited as you, Miss Yin, is not immune to this."
Yin Wuxiao lowered his head and remained silent.
"What's the point of living if you can't get what you want? Miss Yin, you've experienced the pain of unfulfilled desires. Don't let it wear down your spirit. Think about it carefully: if you haven't tried your best to achieve something, are you really content?"
Yin Wuxiao suddenly looked up.
Yes, if you haven't tried your best to fight for it, are you really willing to accept that?
Yuwen Cuiyu scanned her face, and then a smile gradually appeared on her face: "Let me tell you another piece of news: the young master in blue is currently in the garden over there, having nothing to do!"
Yin Wuxiao was taken aback, but Yuwen Cuiyu gave her a push from behind: "Go, go!"
Chapter Seventeen: Where Will We See the Bright Moon Next Year (Part 1)
Yin Wuxiao stepped into the garden in a daze, and sure enough, he saw Baili Qingyi standing under a bamboo tree, looking just as dazed as he did.
Baili Qingyi's dazed expression immediately returned to her usual gentle and kind demeanor after her gaze fell on Yin Wuxiao, and she gave a slight bow: "Miss Yin."
Seeing him standing among several clumps of green bamboo in a blue robe, Yin Wuxiao suddenly calmed down, realizing that he was both so close and so far away from her.
Whether dealing with a burly man or an arrogant scholar, she was always at ease, able to corner someone with just a few words. But when Baili Qingyi acted so amiably, putting on an air of "I'm a pushover, come and squeeze me," she suddenly didn't know where to begin.
Yin Wuxiao remained silent for a long while, until Baili Qingyi thought she wouldn't speak again, before slowly raising her eyes and looking into his:
"Are you... are you really going to keep talking to me like this?"
Her words carried a hint of grievance, and in Baili Qingyi's eyes, they even revealed a touch of pitifulness.
The two of them simultaneously felt a chill.
Yin Wuxiao wiped his sweat, realizing that speaking to Baili Qingyi like this wasn't appropriate, so he shuffled over to him and whispered:
"Bai Li Qingyi..."
"Hmm?" Baili Qingyi answered slowly.
Yin Wuxiao looked around and felt that the place was too open and not a good place to talk.
"Come here with me." She grabbed Baili Qingyi by the front of his shirt, forcefully dragged him into the nearest room, then closed the door and shut the shutter.
Throughout the entire process, Baili Qingyi remained remarkably calm.
Baili Qingyi watched Yin Wuxiao close the door and shut the gate, and said calmly, "The way you are now, even if you were to kill someone and dispose of the body, I wouldn't be surprised."
Yin Wuxiao turned around and glared at him: "How do you know I wasn't planning to kill someone and dispose of the body?"
"Xiao'er, do you really want to kill her?" Baili Qingyi asked in surprise, then closed her eyes and said, "Come on."
He looked like he was ready to die.
"Who are you calling Xiao'er? You're not the one who calls Xiao'er!" Yin Wuxiao said angrily, turning around and lowering the gate again.
Baili Qingyi readily agreed: "Yes, Miss Yin."
"..." Yin Wuxiao felt as if he had pierced cotton with a steel needle.
She moved her lips, then stopped, and after a long while said, "Are the snacks delicious?"
Baili Qingyi was taken aback, then realized that she was asking about the pastries that Yuwen Hongying had made a few days ago.
"It tastes very good."
Yin Wuxiao's face darkened.
"Han Yi ate two whole plates of it, so I think it must have tasted pretty good. But I don't like sweets, so I didn't try it."
Yin Wuxiao suddenly looked up at him, then dejectedly lowered her head again.
"Baili Qingyi, do you remember what you said in that cave?"
"Which sentence?" Baili Qingyi raised an eyebrow.
"You said you wanted to wait until we met a few more times and got to know each other better before making any plans. I wonder what your plans are?"
Baili Qingyi's eyes instantly became deep.
"My plans?"
"Yes. I think that after so much time, you must have realized that I'm not quite the same person you used to think, right?"
Baili Qingyi stroked her chin: "It is indeed quite different."
Yin Wuxiao smiled wryly: "How is it different?"
Baili Qingyi actually frowned and pondered for a while with great seriousness.
Yin Wuxiao gritted his teeth inwardly, finding this man's dawdling annoying for the first time.
"Actually... I can't quite put my finger on what's different..." Baili Qingyi carefully chose her words, "It's just that it's a bit more vulgar, a bit more rude, a bit more timid, a bit more willful, and a bit more petty..."
"Bai, Li, Qing, Yi!" Yin Wuxiao wished he could pounce on him and stab him.
Am I really that bad?
Baili Qingyi nodded solemnly: "It seems that the reputation of being the most talented woman in the world is really a misconception."
"..." Yin Wuxiao glanced at him sideways and sneered: "Young Master in blue must be regretting it to death now, right? How could you have been so blind as to waste so much effort on a vulgar, rude, cowardly, willful, and petty woman like me?"
Baili Qingyi finally smiled: "Regret...it's not quite that bad..."
“You…” Yin Wuxiao gritted her teeth: “You…you can die now!” She happened to find a vase by her side, and without thinking twice, she threw it at Baili Qingyi with all her might.
Baili Qingyi was startled. Even though he had seen all sorts of enchantresses and witches, he had never seen a shrew like this smashing a vase before. He reflexively dodged, and the vase shattered against the wall behind him.
Missing his first strike, Yin Wuxiao grabbed another vase identical to the one from before and smashed it again.
Baili Qingyi was no ordinary person; naturally, he easily dodged the attack.
Yin Wuxiao was both angry and anxious. He turned around and saw a huge standing vase in the corner of the wall. Without saying a word, he went over and picked it up with both hands.
"Xiao'er!" Baili Qingyi exclaimed. In a flash, she caught up with Yin Wuxiao and scooped her up before her hands could touch the vase, slamming her onto the nearby desk.
Yin Wuxiao cried out, and before she could react, she was already pinned between Baili Qingyi and the desk. Her back was pressed against the cold, hard surface of the desk, and she could see Baili Qingyi's serious expression looking down at her.
"Do you know that you can easily hurt yourself by doing this?" Baili Qingyi glared at her.
"Let me go." Yin Wuxiao glared back defiantly.
"I won't let go!"
"Will you let go or not?!"
"I won't let go!"
"Damn it, are you going to let me go or not?"
"..." Baili Qingyi was surprised, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
Yin Wuxiao disregarded all restraint and dignity, opening her mouth to bite Baili Qingyi's wrist, which was resting on her shoulder.
Baili Qingyi frowned, but remained motionless.
She strained and strained until she finally tasted blood in her mouth, confirming that the wound would not heal for a month, before she was satisfied and closed the wound.
“Baili Qingyi! I am the future wife of the leader of the Qiao Gang! How dare you be so rude?” She looked up at Baili Qingyi from below, but her aura was in no way inferior.
Baili Qingyi's expression instantly turned cold, and veins seemed to appear on his forehead.
"The...wife of the Qiao Gang leader?" he repeated slowly, leaning forward and bringing his entire upper body close to Yin Wuxiao.
Yin Wuxiao suddenly felt the hairs on his neck stand up.
She forced a smile and said angrily, "What, doesn't the young master in blue congratulate me? I should thank you, young master in blue, for enabling my brother Fenglang and me to get married."
Baili Qingyi clenched her fist: "I want you to go find him, not to marry him!"
"What a joke! Who I marry is none of your business! Baili Qingyi, you should have known this would happen when you sent me back to Brother Fenglang! What else are you dissatisfied with? Do you think you can break the marriage agreement between the Qiao and Yin families? Do you dare?"
Baili Qingyi's expression was complicated. He tried to say something, but ultimately didn't.
Seeing his expression, Yin Wuxiao understood everything perfectly, and felt only a chill.
"Who are you, Young Master Qingyi? How could you possibly do something to ruin someone's marriage? If this gets out, wouldn't it tarnish your good reputation? To Young Master Qingyi, matters of love and romance are nothing but fleeting clouds. Am I right?" Yin Wuxiao stiffened his neck, the light in his eyes so intense that no one dared to look him in the eye.
“Xiao’er…” Baili Qingyi’s hand stopped in mid-air, as if she wanted to touch Yin Wuxiao’s cheek.
"Let me go!" Yin Wuxiao roared again, tears welling up in his eyes.
Baili Qingyi was taken aback.
Just then, the door creaked open.
Yuwen Hongying stood outside the door in a panic, looking at the two people inside the room in an ambiguous position.
“You…” Her voice trembled.
Yin Wuxiao stared at her in surprise... then a malicious glint flashed in his eyes. Caught off guard, she pulled Baili Qingyi down and pressed her lips to his.
Baili Qingyi seemed to tremble slightly.
He did not resist; his arms slowly encircled her waist, then tightened around her waist.
It started as a prank, a defiant act. Yin Wuxiao angrily bit his lips, trying to vent something. She could feel Baili Qingyi's body heating up, his breathing becoming heavy, and the strength in his arms tightening around her. But the situation seemed to slowly change. Later, it became unclear who was seducing whom, who was entangled with whom, who was biting whom, who was devouring whom, and who was tasting whom. Both of them forgot Yuwen Hongying's existence, forgot time and space, and could only feel each other's relentless lips and tongues.
Completely ignored, Yuwen Hongying stared blankly at the scene before her, tears streaming down her face. With a soft sob, she turned and ran away.
After a long while, Yin Wuxiao suddenly woke up and pushed away the man who was pressing down on her.
The two stood facing each other, stunned.
"I owe you a debt of gratitude, and I will definitely repay it in the future." After a long while, she waved her hand resolutely.
Baili Qingyi was startled.
A debt of gratitude? All she owed him was a debt of gratitude?
Ignoring his worsening expression, Yin Wuxiao walked out of the room with unsteady steps.