She nestled into his arms in a deliberately coquettish manner, making him sigh helplessly! He missed the feeling of being cold and controlling in the past, but now—without her, sigh, forget it, what's the use of thinking about it? He can't live without her!
He was such a vixen! He gave her long, flowing black hair a playful yet affectionate tug. He'd never realized she was so good at being coquettish; she seemed born to have him completely under her spell!
"Tell me—why don't you let Hang Yisu bring them back?"
He knew it! Whenever she had a scheme, she would deliberately make his heart flutter and then suddenly give him a surprise attack.
"I'm not telling you!" he said, annoyed.
Sure enough, she looked up at him with "tender affection" again. It was infuriating! Other women would find such clumsy tactics disgusting, so why did she make him so helpless?
"Say it!" This little devil actually stood on tiptoe and breathed on his lips!
He wanted to sigh to the heavens, "I'll tell you after a kiss." He gave a bitter smile. That day, that little vixen offered him a kiss... sigh.
"Fine, don't tell me then." She said coldly, then bent down again.
Is this something she can just decide on her own? He lowered his head and kissed her passionately!
"He...I want him to...plan a revenge for Uncle Pei and Uncle Gui..."
Sure enough, she was happy when he said it, and actually kissed him back.
Fairy!
Just when he was about to explode, she actually stopped, looked at him sweetly, and made his heart tighten for no reason.
"Yi-Chun-Jun-" When she called his name seductively, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and his breathing became rapid. "Tomorrow is the seventh day memorial service, and I will be with Junwu..." She kissed his cheek, "He lost his loved ones, so we should all be good to him, right?"
He snorted, knowing she had an ulterior motive. "No! You're not allowed to be nice to him!" He threw a childish tantrum again.
She glared at him. "Whatever! I'm going to stay with him anyway."
His face turned cold, and he released her. She glanced at his expression, her smile vanished, and she turned to leave. He really wanted to just kill her with a single blow! But when he actually reached out, all he could do was angrily grab her hair.
She winced in pain, stopped in her tracks, and turned back to smile at him, her charm captivating him. "Alright, don't be angry anymore. Let's go back to eat, I'll feed you."
He glared at her, realizing that he was doomed to fail her in this lifetime.
"Give me a little something!" He grinned mischievously, took a step forward, slipped his hand inside her blouse, teasing her delicate breasts, and showered her with kisses behind her ear.
Her face flushed, and she pressed his hand down firmly to stop him from moving, turning her head away to avoid his lips.
“No…” she refused. “Not here.”
She couldn't stay at the Pei family's residence. Although fate had made her miss Pei Junwu, she would feel guilty if she gave him to Yi Chunjun here.
Chapter 57 of "The Smiling Flower": One Provocation After Another
The cacophony of chanting and the soothing Buddhist music intertwined to create a noisy boundary between heaven and earth. Servants, dressed in hempen clothes, moved about, occasionally weeping and wiping away tears. Monks, some fat and some thin, draped in gilded robes, surrounded the coffin, murmuring scriptures only they understood.
Xiao Yuan knelt beside Pei Junwu in a corner of the mourning hall. He hadn't spoken for a very long time. Xiao Yuan looked at him with some worry. He was stiff, his eyes were calm, and he remained motionless like a statue.
No one came to the memorial service. Xiao Yuan lowered his eyes. Even if someone came, even if everyone in the martial arts world came and wept bitterly before the spirit tablet, what good would it do? In the blink of an eye, they might all draw their weapons and start shouting for battle again.
I'm so lonely...
For Junwu, all those who could open their hearts and minds to him were dead.
Xiao Juyuan didn't attend; of course, she was "injured." Xiao Yuan was genuinely curious how she could lie so calmly less than a mile from the family she had killed, seemingly unmoved. How much of her crying was genuine?
The monks rang their bells and placed the yellow banners used to ward off evil spirits on the coffin. Pei Junwu finally reacted; his chin twitched slightly, but his eyes remained deep and still.
Xiao Yuan held his hand; it was so cold and trembling slightly. This slight trembling shook her heart.
If she hadn't been deceived by "Xiao Juyuan," if she hadn't been so naive and innocent, would he have had to suffer so much? Because of her—he went from being the darling of fate, envied by all, to having nothing left...
He looked at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and then turned his hand, which she was holding, to grasp her warm, soft little hand.
Xiao Yuan lowered her eyes, her heart in turmoil. What would she do without Yi Chunjun? Even now, having given him her heart and body, she still couldn't bear to leave Pei Junwu! Yi Chunjun… She raised her eyes, searching futilely through the crowd; she hadn't seen him since early morning. He probably didn't want to see her by Pei Junwu's side, or perhaps he was secretly carrying out some plan.
How was he going to avenge his parents? Go door-to-door killing them? Wipe out every single one of the martial artists who besieged Pei Family Village? He wasn't that stupid! She was somewhat looking forward to seeing what kind of crazy idea he would come up with; it would surely be interesting and cruel. When...would he finally be honest with her?
A guest rushed in through the door, his bald head covered in a layer of oily sweat. Xiao Yuan recognized him—Master Yuanjing. She gave a soft, cold snort. If there was nothing wrong, he'd rush over like he was upholding justice in the martial world; if something really happened, he'd be nowhere to be seen!
"Young Master Pei!" Yuan Jing's expression also showed a hint of embarrassment, after all, he had stayed far away when Pei Family Manor was besieged by various sects in the martial arts world.
Pei Junwu nodded slightly to him, his expression indifferent.
He clearly had something important to say, so he casually touched the coffin without even glancing at the memorial tablet.
"This humble monk has come to tell Young Master Pei some important news." Yuan Jing was rather impatient, skipping even the words of comfort and pleasantries, which seemed abrupt and impolite. "The concubine of the Palace Master of Mie Ling was captured the other day and revealed a shocking secret. The secret formula for the Xiao family's hidden treasure has been leaked."
Pei Junwu looked at him calmly, waiting for him to continue without much surprise.
Xiao Yuan blinked. This must be Yi Chunjun's revenge. He deliberately spread rumors to lure those who coveted the treasure to gather where he wanted them to go, so he could exact his revenge. How wicked! She smiled, a hint of pride in her eyes. What a simple yet clever method.
"Young Master Pei, is this song true?" Yuan Jing asked impatiently. Xiao Yuan glanced at him with a cold smile. So he had come to test the waters!
"White clouds gather beside King Xiao's tomb, the moon hangs like a bow over cold waters and verdant mountains. The wolf star sings at dawn in the east..." Only these three lines; the concubine didn't even know the last line. Yuanjing clicked her tongue in disappointment.
Xiao Yuan was stunned, his mind blank! This verse… except for the missing last line, it was all correct! If this was really something he leaked, how did he know?! Yi Chunjun—just how many secrets does he still hold?!
Impossible! Mother clearly said this was a secret known only to the Xiao family! Not even the Pei and Gui families could know it! How did he find out?
It's that same old feeling again—fear of him! I'm genuinely terrified of Yi Chunjun.