Luo Zhiheng quickly shook her head, her little head bobbing like a rattle drum, a hint of panic in her eyes. She was drunk, after all, and somewhat out of it. Feeling wronged, her eyes reddened. 17245408
Mu Yunhe was now consumed by rage, with only a sliver of reason remaining. His heart felt completely choked, suffocated, agitated, and filled with rage and ferocity. Seeing Mu Yunjin holding Luo Zhiheng like that, he wanted nothing more than to chop off Mu Yunjin's arm. Hearing Mu Yunjin call her Aheng, he wanted nothing more than to rip out Mu Yunjin's tongue!
He thought he must be crazy! Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a depraved idea. But he just couldn't bear it. Even thinking about it now, what he had just seen, made Mu Yunhe feel as if his heart was being torn apart! He had been tormented by illness for so many years, and he absolutely did not want to suffer any more torment!
Mu Yunhe had no idea that his reaction was jealousy, possessiveness, and a raging sea of envy!
He grabbed Luo Zhiheng's arm, ignoring her pain, and pulled her forcefully to his side. However, because Mu Yunjin was holding her tightly, firmly restraining Luo Zhiheng's waist, Mu Yunhe couldn't pull Luo Zhiheng out of Mu Yunjin's arms all at once.
Therefore, Mu Yunhe's eyes became even more gloomy, like the Dead Sea, and his sharp and wild gaze, like that of a wolf, looked at Mu Yunjin, mercilessly attacking her like a knife! 1.
"Let go!" The voice was cold and deep, with a hint of thunderous rage rising within it.
Mu Yunjin narrowed his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips. Men all have a competitive spirit, a desire to win, and a need to save face; but for a man like Mu Yunjin, these emotions were even stronger. He had grown up being admired and praised, he was arrogant and disdainful of everyone, always believing himself to be successful and confident. How could someone like him be threatened by a sickly younger brother he had always looked down upon?
“If I let go, Aheng will definitely fall. I don’t think Yunhe wants Aheng to fall either, right? You’re not strong enough, so why don’t you let your brother support her?” Mu Yunjin didn’t care about Luo Zhiheng’s dislike or Mu Yunhe’s cold-bloodedness at all, and just kept provoking her.
It was indeed at the phone station. Mu Yunhe was enraged. The cold smile on his lips was like polar ice, chilling to the bone! He suddenly grabbed Mu Yunjin's arm that was restraining Luo Zhiheng's waist, using an unknown amount of force. Mu Yunjin let out a muffled groan, and Luo Zhiheng felt her waist loosen, the suffocation immediately disappearing. The next moment, she was pulled into the embrace she loved by a tremendous force.
Luo Zhiheng immediately took advantage of the situation, hugging Mu Yunhe's waist in a flattering manner, rubbing her face against his chest, and said softly, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry with that bastard. Don't worry, I won't let a shameless person who talks nonsense call my name."
Mu Yunjin's face instantly turned extremely ugly. She cursed Luo Zhiheng inwardly for being shameless and utterly unscrupulous, managing to seduce Mu Yunhe so quickly. She really never let her guard down.
Mu Yunhe's expression softened slightly upon hearing this, but his anger remained unabated. He glared at Mu Yunjin and commanded in a harsh and domineering tone, "You are not allowed to call her Aheng, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
He embraced her and called her that name. Mu Yunhe was burning with rage and wanted to kill, but a sliver of reason and good upbringing allowed him to retain some compassion and consideration for humanity. But this was limited to this final gesture and warning.
Mu Yunjin didn't take Mu Yunhe seriously. This was a habit he had developed since childhood, and it wouldn't change just because Mu Yunhe had changed now. Hearing this, he wasn't angry or afraid at all. Instead, he laughed and said, "Yunhe is too domineering, isn't he? You weren't here just now, so you didn't see how close Aheng and I were. After all, I personally brought her into the house, so our relationship is naturally different. I just didn't expect that Aheng's pretty little face would change so easily, turning her back on me like that. She certainly put on a wonderful performance."
"You bastard!" Mu Yunhe roared, and his fist suddenly struck out with a thunderous storm.
Mu Yunjin never expected Mu Yunhe to attack him; in fact, he never thought Mu Yunhe was capable of doing so. Because he was the stronger one, and Mu Yunhe was the weaker one!
But now the situation has reversed. Mu Yunhe not only made his move, but he was also quick, accurate, and ruthless, with a chilling ferocity.
Mu Yunjin was also a trained martial artist, so his reaction speed was naturally excellent. Moreover, having suffered losses at Luo Zhiheng's hands over the past few days, he dared not be careless again. He immediately took a step back.
Unfortunately, this retreat came too late.
Mu Yunhe's punch was delivered after a bloodbath and slaughter, it was ready to be unleashed, full of power and strength, and was the king of the boxing styles among the few external martial arts of the divination priest! Even if Mu Yunhe was weak and powerless, such a punch with perfect timing, location and support would crack even the skin of copper and iron, let alone a human face.
Striking Mu Yunjin with a fierce punch, his face instantly went numb. His head buzzed, his vision blurred, and he staggered a few steps before collapsing onto the steps. Only then did Mu Yunjin feel pain, followed by a warm, wet sensation in his nose, mouth, and ears. He raised his hand to wipe it, and his pupils constricted—it was blood!
Shock was an understatement for Mu Yunjin's feelings at this moment. He looked at Mu Yunhe with a fierce gaze: "When did you learn martial arts?!"
Mu Yunhe sneered contemptuously, turned around coldly, and easily lifted Luo Zhiheng up by slipping his arm under her weak legs. He then steadily walked away from Mu Yunjin's sight.
Mu Yunhe used his strength and the facts to show Mu Yunjin whether he was capable of preventing Luo Zhiheng from falling!
Mu Yunjin was deathly pale, utterly shocked, her heart churning with turbulent emotions. If Mu Yunhe's survival was a miracle, then Mu Yunhe's punch today was no miracle, but something truly bizarre! How could a sickly man who had been on the verge of death for over a decade suddenly recover? And possess such terrifyingly powerful abilities?
Mu Yunjin started indulging in conspiracy theories again. He wondered if there was some reclusive master by Mu Yunhe's side, or if Mu Yunhe had been hiding his true abilities all along. If it was the latter, then Mu Yunhe's years of forbearance were enough to make people tremble with fear!
Suppressing his shock, Mu Yunjin finally realized he should really get to know his younger brother better. But watching Mu Yunhe's departing figure, which was filled with murderous intent, he couldn't help but curl his lips into a mocking smile. Regardless, he had deliberately framed Luo Zhiheng today; he feared that the two of them would cause a huge rift when they got back. It might be good if it created a rift between them.
315 An unromantic encounter can still spark a flame because it's love!
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Mu Yunhe threw Luo Zhiheng onto the bed!
Without tenderness, without pity, without hesitation, Luo Zhiheng landed on the bed with a thud, leaving her dizzy. Luo Zhiheng's anger flared instantly. It wasn't like she intentionally wanted to be with Mu Yunjin; she still felt dizzy, and he was giving her the cold shoulder?
Luo Zhiheng was furious. She sat up abruptly, her eyes blazing with anger, and said, "Why did you throw me?"
Mu Yunhe's icy gaze was like hitting an iceberg, leaving him with shards of ice everywhere, just like his current mood—a volcano on one side, a glacier on the other. The alternation between hot and cold was extremely agonizing.
His arms were trembling, and his body was recovering little by little. He couldn't become strong immediately; after all, his body wasn't as strong as Mu Yunjin's, which had been honed over many years, as his foundation was unstable. He had used all his strength to carry her back like this.
But seeing Luo Zhiheng's lack of remorse and her daring to yell at him, Mu Yunhe also got angry. He rushed to the bedside, pressed one hand on Luo Zhiheng's neck and grabbed her collar with the other, his breath coming out hot and scorching.
"Why did I throw it at you? Don't you know? Can't you feel it?" He roared, but his voice lacked conviction. He was exhausted, but he was unwilling to back down in front of Luo Zhiheng at this moment, and he didn't want Luo Zhiheng to see his weakness.
He's a man too, and he has his own dignity and pride to uphold. He didn't realize this before because there was no comparison or pressure, but now that Mu Yunjin has come along, no matter what Mu Yunjin's purpose is, he feels uncomfortable when Mu Yunjin stands next to Luo Zhiheng. His whole body feels twisted and uneasy.
When Mu Yunjin mocked him for being unable to protect Luo Zhiheng, when Mu Yunjin ridiculed him for not even having the strength to lift Luo Zhiheng, his male pride was shaken and severely damaged.
The saying "No pressure, no growth" is indeed true. But with pressure comes a sense of urgency and anger. He suddenly realized that he was such a narrow-minded person. He couldn't bear the slightest contact between his Aheng and other men! This thought made Mu Yunhe inexplicably panic. Was he really such a hypocritical man? Was the seemingly open-minded and carefree self he once was all a facade?
Luo Zhiheng was ultimately worried about Mu Yunhe's health and didn't want to upset him too much. She also felt a little guilty; although she hadn't intentionally approached Mu Yunjin, Mu Yunhe's temper made her feel both sweet and flustered. She decided to go along with him.
She rubbed her bottom against the bed, moved a little closer to Mu Yunhe, and then wrapped her arms around his wrist, saying pitifully, "Don't be angry, okay? I don't know why you're angry, but I was wrong, okay? Look at me now, my mouth stinks. Let me tell you, I just threw up all over that bastard, haha, I feel disgusted with myself, wouldn't that make him sick?"
Luo Zhiheng laughed heartily, the thought of Mu Yunjin's face changing colors made her ecstatic. The taste in her mouth was indeed unpleasant, and the vomit made her feel truly uncomfortable. She dazedly looked at Mu Yunhe's still fiery eyes, finding them incredibly beautiful. She then playfully nuzzled his face, softly saying, "Yunhe, little Hehe, I really feel so bad, can you give me a sip of water?"
Mu Yunhe felt as if his anger had hit cotton, leaving him feeling utterly powerless and in pain. He had fire to vent, yet this woman was still seducing him. Mu Yunhe was now in a state of deep turmoil and burning desire, and he was the one suffering the most.
But out of concern for her, he irritably shook off her hand, turned around to get some water, and forcefully fed it to her. Seeing her slurping it down and getting soaked, Mu Yunhe's temper flared up again. He abruptly took the teacup away and shouted, "Are you dead? Can't you even drink water properly?"
Enraged by the roar, even the most patient and magnanimous Luo Zhiheng finally snapped. Her eyes blazing with fury, she roared, "Are you done yet? Are you angry? Tell me why you're angry! Do you want to kill me or what? What have I done to offend you? Why are you holding this grudge? Explain yourself!"
Mu Yunhe was stunned. Luo Zhiheng's toughness was as formidable as ever, making him afraid to provoke her. He didn't know where his anger came from, and he felt he had gone a bit too far. But he couldn't vent the pent-up anger in his heart. The image of Mu Yunjin holding Luo Zhiheng kept flashing before his eyes, so glaring and so terrifying.
"I gave you a chance, and you still won't talk, huh? If you're not going to talk, then don't say anything at all." Luo Zhiheng pointed at him, looking impatient, and then stumbled off the bed.
Mu Yunhe panicked and tried to stop her: "Where are you going?"
"Go to hell! It'll save you from all this trouble," Luo Zhiheng said irritably, swatting his hand away.
The cold light in his eyes shattered abruptly. Mu Yunhe hugged her tightly, his anger and rage gone. He shouted in a flustered and somewhat aggrieved tone, "I didn't say anything else! I just wanted to know why you're with him. Can't I even vent my frustration? You're leaving over something so trivial?"
Luo Zhiheng felt dizzy, unsure whether it was from anger or the effects of the alcohol, but she felt terrible. Mu Yunhe's embrace made her weak all over, and she said impatiently, "Let go!"
"I won't let go!" Mu Yunhe roared stubbornly. Perhaps realizing his voice was a bit too loud and afraid of angering Luo Zhiheng, he quickly lowered his voice and emphasized, "I won't let go!"
Luo Zhiheng was so angry she laughed. She pinched his hand and said through gritted teeth, "Let go of me now, or I'll really hurt you."
"I won't let go even if you strangle me. Didn't you just promise me we wouldn't argue?" Mu Yunhe was a little exasperated, feeling that Luo Zhiheng had broken her promise, and also feeling wronged. Was it wrong to care about her? Couldn't he even express his anger when he was upset? How could he have fallen in love with such a domineering woman? It was unbelievable.
"I can't hold it in anymore!!" Luo Zhiheng almost roared. She was trembling with anxiety. When Mu Yunhe threw her so forcefully, she almost couldn't hold it in. The thought of possibly wetting the bed at her age made Luo Zhiheng's face turn bright red. She hated the culprit behind her even more. She gritted her teeth and said, "Let go of me right now, or I'll make you do it too!"
Isn't that just going along with the crowd? If the wife wets her pants, the husband will get a little wet too.
Mu Yunhe didn't understand Luo Zhiheng's meaning for a moment. Anyway, he was determined not to let go, and his stubbornness came over him. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything, his face was cold.
Luo Zhiheng was at her wit's end and could hardly take it anymore. Her voice was weak and restrained as she said, "Damn it, let go of me right now, I need to go to the outhouse!"
Mu Yunhe was stunned, his handsome face turning completely red in an instant. He quickly let go, and seeing Luo Zhiheng dart away like a rabbit, he couldn't help but chuckle foolishly and scratch his head. But then he was startled: "You brat, I haven't even taught her a lesson yet, how could I let her get away with it so easily!"
When Mu Yunhe caught up, Luo Zhiheng had just finished relieving herself and was about to pull up her pants when Mu Yunhe came in. Luo Zhiheng was dumbfounded and froze, and Mu Yunhe was also stunned.
There was a toilet in the bathroom for the owners to use, so the two of them were practically naked in each other's presence. But sadly, there was no romance or beauty to be found; all that remained was an eerie silence and awkwardness.
There aren't many romantic things in a couple's life together. For example, if the husband can watch his wife using the toilet without any disgust, then their relationship is harmonious and beautiful.
However, Mu Yunhe not only didn't find it disgusting, but his eyes even lit up. His beautiful eyes widened, and all the calm and ruthless coldness he had shown before was gone. All that remained was the desire of a man seeing his beloved woman in such a state.
"Ah!" Even with her thick skin and composure, Luo Zhiheng couldn't help but scream in this embarrassing situation. She even forgot to pull up her pants and pointed at Mu Yunhe, angrily cursing, "You lecherous scoundrel!"
Although Mu Yunhe's face was flushed, he did not flinch or back down this time. In any case, she would be his sooner or later. He was just getting a sneak peek at his beautiful territory.
With a slam, Mu Yunhe slammed the door shut and walked towards Luo Zhiheng, his steps firm and resolute, as she stared at him in shock and confusion. Luo Zhiheng's heart pounded in fright, and she involuntarily took a step back. But her pants were in the way, and she momentarily forgot about them, nearly tripping.
"What are you doing? Get out!" Luo Zhiheng stammered, feeling overwhelmed by the sight of Mu Yunhe walking towards her. The pressure was immense, her face burning. She wanted to pull up her pants, but even bending over felt too embarrassing in front of Mu Yunhe. Luckily, her skirt had fallen down, concealing what lay beneath.
Even so, she still felt incredibly hot.
Mu Yunhe approached step by step, his gaze sharp and cold like a leopard's, gleaming brightly. His steps were steady and extremely oppressive. In an instant, he forced Luo Zhiheng against the wall. She crashed into the wall, with nowhere to retreat, and a hint of panic appeared on her pretty face.
Mu Yunhe, however, gave a wicked smile and glanced at the toilet with a flirtatious and teasing look. Luo Zhiheng's face turned pale instantly, and then flushed red.
How could he... how could he look at that thing?!
Although she hadn't defecated and there was no waste inside, he had still just relieved himself. Drinking has led to serious mistakes, such serious mistakes! How could she possibly accept this?
Mu Yunhe, however, seemed completely unfazed. He calmly bent down, picked up the toilet seat with his long, beautiful fingers, and placed it on the toilet before straightening up and looking at her with fiery eyes.
"Why is Aheng's face so red? Is she shy?" Mu Yunhe asked deliberately, taking a few steps closer and making a sniffing motion before slowly saying to Luo Zhiheng, who was staring in disbelief, "So this is how Aheng is when she uses the toilet. I've never seen it before. I should observe her more often in the future; it will enhance our relationship. It was such a pity just now; I should have personally helped Aheng use the toilet."
Luo Zhiheng felt as if thunder was rolling, wind and rain were raging, lightning was flashing and thunder was roaring, crows were flying everywhere, and she was bewildered by the wind.
Was she being teased by Mu Yunhe, that cunning, scheming, and pretentious fox-like man?!
Luo Zhiheng blushed, only to find that she, known for her quick wit, was now speechless, unable to utter a single rebuttal. Her heart pounded wildly, and she felt utterly weak. Had the alcohol taken effect at this moment?
Mu Yunhe took two more steps closer, finally imprisoning her completely in his arms and chest. His features were exquisite, his smile elegant yet enigmatic, yet carrying a strong sense of provocation and suppressed anger and desire—extremely complex, yet incredibly passionate.
He lowered his face slightly, his hot breath spraying all over her face. His kisses were as delicate as fish on shallow water. His slightly parted lips landed on her cheeks, tickling and soft. His soft laughter mixed with his unique tenderness, as if he wanted to drown her and imprison her forever!
"Ah Heng, do you know how crazy I am about loving you? I really can't stand any man getting close to you, not a single one. It makes me want to kill someone. I don't even know why I'm angry, but if this is how I show my love for you, then you can't be angry with me. I won't allow you to be angry with me because of other men, remember that?"
These domineering and slightly willful words were Mu Yunhe's true feelings. He was a newborn in love, inexperienced and naive, but he possessed all the innate romantic instincts, far stronger than most people. Having lost too much, he feared losing even more, and therefore he was determined to protect everything he had worked so hard for.
Life, the future, and Ah Heng!
Luo Zhiheng felt sweet inside. He could tell her these things directly, without the ulterior motives and ulterior motives that others had, and he didn't inexplicably give her the cold shoulder. This was good, and it was more conducive to the development of their love.
"That's more like it. Talk to me nicely, I won't be unreasonable. I really didn't know what was wrong with you when you suddenly got angry. I don't like being touched by others either, especially that Mu Yunjin, I hate her so much. It'll be fine once we get back to the Prince's Mansion, and we'll make sure Mu Yunjin gets lost." Luo Zhiheng turned her head, her voice softening.
She was unyielding to outsiders, neither gentle persuasion nor force. But with Mu Yunhe, she could be different; she would respond to gentle persuasion but not force.
Mu Yunhe was also clever. He seized upon Luo Zhiheng's uniqueness towards him and made full use of this to win over Luo Zhiheng's heart and safeguard their precarious relationship.
A kiss landed on her flower-like lips, and the deepening kiss made their breaths intertwine. Luo Zhiheng was so confused that she was lost in his tenderness that she did not see the deep smile and mischievousness in Mu Yunhe's cool eyes.
Sure enough, she'll behave once she's given a little sweetness. If only she could always be this obedient, letting him bully her so easily! He could love her, he could bully her, everything about her would belong to him.
"Then tell me, Ah Heng, it really wasn't you who made Mu Yunjin call your name, was it?" Mu Yunhe coaxed her. Deep down, he knew this was Mu Yunjin's trick; he could figure out why Mu Yunjin would do such a thing even with a toe.
It was nothing more than an attempt to sow discord, to create a rift between him and Aheng. But Mu Yunjin underestimated Aheng's place in his heart, underestimated the love between them, and even more so, underestimated his understanding of Luo Zhiheng. He simply didn't believe that Luo Zhiheng would say such a thing to Mu Yunjin.
But not believing doesn't mean you won't feel bad or mind.
The fact that Mu Yunjin could exploit Luo Zhiheng's vulnerability stemmed from the fact that Luo Zhiheng still had weaknesses, one of which was her intoxication. A drunk Luo Zhiheng was utterly vulnerable, making her an easy target. Anyone could easily trap her. He was worried about Luo Zhiheng today, afraid she might get drunk and cause trouble, which was why he planned to pick her up just as she was finishing her food and drink.
Then he saw the scene that made him almost explode with rage!