Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 162

That day I so wished he would coax me. But I was wrong. I don't need anyone to coax me. A man has his own destiny.

My father disliked him. Just as I had calmed down and was about to forgive him and stop being so close to him, my father came to me and spoke to me sternly for the first time: "Stay away from him!"

"Impossible!" He's been by my side all these years. I've watched him grow up, watched him go astray, watched him cry, and watched him laugh. Without all of that, I don't know how I would have spent the rest of my days.

My father roared at me angrily, "Have you forgotten your own last name?! Do you know what you're doing?!"

I stubbornly turned my head away. I didn't need him to remind me; of course I knew what I was doing, and I had known it for a long time. But what could I do? It was your fault for not killing him before he became a threat.

I ignored the father who was calling out to me. I walked past him to find Yi.

The second time I stepped into his wretched doghouse, I was surprised to find Qingya even when I was in a bad mood.

When I saw him, he was lying in a rocking chair, his beautiful eyes forming crescent moons, his usually amusing smile now quiet and serene, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if he were having a wonderful dream about a big meal.

In this way, he looked more obedient than usual, more indifferent than usual, more like a woman than usual, and more delicate.

I don't want him to be weak, and I certainly don't want him to be spoiled. I like his energetic side, the way he always gets into trouble. That makes me feel that he's alive and strong, and that he can't be killed. To be honest, I hate those women who look frail and weak.

Lao Tzu watched him try to calm down from the past two days of frustration, but an eyesore of trash actually squatted down next to him and covered him with a blanket. The fly's gaze on its face was blank and infatuated. What right did it have?

I suppressed my anger, my fists clenched tightly.

Damn it, that fly dared to bring a man home! When he wakes up, I'll kill him!

When that trashy man's hand was about to touch the fly, I slapped him without hesitation. I promise I didn't kill him. I want all the guys who have designs on my fly to see how I married her!

After the trash left, I was about to kick the fly awake when it suddenly started blowing bubbles from its nose and mouth. I stopped myself in my tracks. It's my fly, the one I watched grow up. Every little thing about it is etched in my memory.

I picked up a folding fan and sat down next to him to swat away mosquitoes. The other person was doing the same thing.

I think I'm a fool. Why would I be so kind as to serve my vassal? It's an insult to the prestige of the Ouyang family!

But I did it anyway, staying with him until he woke up on his own.

When he woke up, he heartlessly turned around and left without even glancing at me. I wish I could break his neck.

I lied to him, both the old and new flames combined. He probably sensed I was angry, and was very attentive the whole way, enjoying the familiar voice and way of speaking, as if he hadn't deliberately ignored me these past two days.

It's pathetic, but I also have times when I'm easy to talk to, times when I can't control my principles, and times when I chase after guys who don't like me.

I was impatient and didn't want to accept this fact. Even though he was my precious treasure, it didn't matter. He could only depend on me, not be my everything. He could only distract me. I absolutely couldn't let him lose my pride or my Ouyang Wu Hui way of life.

When Sikong's tea almost spilled on his face, I didn't stop him. Firstly, I knew Sikong couldn't bear to part with that strange, smiling face, and secondly, I also wanted him to learn a lesson. But I chose the wrong target. Sikong is an overly rational person; he wouldn't be so easily angered by a fly.

In the end, I couldn't hold back and injured him. Seeing the wound on his lip, I felt like chopping off my own foot.

Even at a time like this, he still has time to put on an act for me, crying without any sincerity, and yet he easily makes me feel guilty. What exactly do you want?! You think I'm easy to bully? Bah! Bah! Bah! The descendants of the Ouyang family are definitely not easy to bully.

I know he's trying to scare me on purpose. He's scared me, but I'm already worried about him. What can I do?

I'm also helpless. If I had a chance, I wouldn't go to Huguo Academy. I want to be the person I used to be, to be the next eagle soaring high, to be a son my father can be proud of, and to be the next invincible legend of Dongguo, even if the hero is lonely, even if there is no beauty in the world!

He touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, tears and snot mixed with blood streaming down his face. I felt a terrible mix of emotions. This is not what I want. I want him... I want him... I don't even know what I want him for!

Let's try to calm him down first. There's plenty of time.

I was just about to approach him when Sikong dodged ahead of me and went to his side. My mood worsened. Damn it, even if my fly died, it wouldn't be your fault for being so kind.

I raised my hand to hit Sikong, but the fly was a step faster and yelled at Sikong, "Get lost."

Sikong's face was as ugly as his appearance.

He reluctantly got up and awkwardly retreated from the fly's side.

Haha! My fly really knows me too well. This is more lethal than if I beat it up. Even the invincible Sikong is like this, so what do I have to be upset about? My mood improved a lot in an instant, and I went to check on the fly that had been splashed with water.

Sikong's expression was unusual for the next few days, but I didn't have time to care what he did. I just wanted to be happy!

My adorable fly! I wish you were always this provocative and malicious!

Of course, Lao Tzu is an exception!

[Bonus Chapter: Ouyang Wu Hui (Part 5)]

"Sun Jingli is dead."

"So what if he dies?" It's all arranged for him to survive; why are you making a fuss?

"The problem is... it wasn't our people who did it," Zi Mo said hesitantly.

"No, it's not." As long as he's dead. Why bother me with this little thing!

"Done on the 11th."

"What!" I grabbed Zi Mo's collar in a panic. "Who did this?!" Who the hell dared to dirty my fly's hands?

"eleven……"

"Where is he now?" Please don't let him get killed.

"Sleep at home."

Sleep? Sleeping will put my mind at ease. "Who knows it was him?" I'll go and silence him.