Questions sur les chansons d'amour

Chapitre 83

Although this girl feigned calmness, the cunning glint in her eyes wasn't completely concealed. Only he, knowing her true nature and having been repeatedly fooled by her, could see through her deception. Otherwise, he might have fallen for her trick without even realizing it. He believed that once this girl obtained the portal, she would immediately abandon it and forget their agreement. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but snort coldly.

Chapter 174: The Alluring Young Man

Having been seen through, Qingyan showed no embarrassment whatsoever. She simply pursed her lips, shrugged indifferently, and turned to leave.

So what? He can't do anything if he doesn't give it to her? What good is his power in this world? Even in his world, there are different countries. This is Tianxing, not Dawei. The only men he brought were three hundred Cheng family soldiers, and they couldn't be too blatant. They had to abide by Tianxing's laws, right? But she—well, she's currently the Left Prime Minister, the head of all officials in Tianxing. She can subdue him silently with a wave of her hand. Now is not the time for her to be afraid of him.

Even disregarding the Left Prime Minister's power and influence, with so many subordinates in her faction, she had already thoroughly investigated his whereabouts. The only thing missing was the nature of this spatial portal; she dared not alarm him, otherwise, how difficult could it be to obtain it? And after obtaining it, Cheng Jue... Qing Yan narrowed her eyes, letting out a soft, cold laugh. She wanted to ensure he could never return to her time and space, and before leaving, hmm, she would definitely give him a once-in-a-lifetime gift.

It seems that anyone who tries to scheme against her never ends well. Even if she were willing to let it go, that troublemaking monster would probably not.

"Just like that, she left?" Cheng Jue glared angrily at Qing Yan's retreating figure. He wanted to call out to her, but he was unwilling to compromise and make amends first, especially since it was clearly Qing Yan who refused to reconcile first. With nowhere to vent his anger, he punched a tree trunk beside him. The poor weeping willow, which had just been lush and green, was now covered in fallen leaves, leaving only bare branches.

Cheng Jue turned his back and stood by the lake, but heard Qing Yan shout with joy. He couldn't help but turn his head to look, and suddenly froze.

Through the swirling rain of green leaves, Qingyan, dressed in green, stood there joyfully, her face beaming with happiness, but her gaze was fixed on a young man in front of her.

Cheng Jue had never seen Qing Yan look so happy. Her heart softened, but then she suddenly felt inexplicably annoyed and followed Qing Yan's gaze with displeasure.

He was an exceptionally handsome young man with a faint smile on his lips, his expression languid and alluring. His movements were captivating and indescribable. He walked slowly, his long, dark robe draped over his body as if it were a color perfectly suited to him. Though dark, it shone brightly under the clear sky.

What a captivating and alluring young man!

"Yu... Yuwen Ke..." Cheng Jue's jaw almost dropped. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, then rubbed them again and again, blinking and looking suspiciously at the smiling Qing Yan, then at the approaching young man. No, he was definitely not Yuwen Ke. Although they looked extremely similar, for a moment he almost thought they were the same person, but now he was certain that it was not!

Who is this person?!

While Cheng Jue was still in shock, the young man walked in leisurely. The closer he got, the more shocked Cheng Jue became. This young man looked exactly like Yuwen Ke, but he was a hundred times more alluring and beautiful than Yuwen Ke. He seemed to have an inexplicable attraction, strange and bewitching, like a bottomless abyss, making it impossible for people to look away.

The young man stopped gracefully in front of her, smiled charmingly, reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind Qingyan's ear, lightly touched the tip of Qingyan's nose, and said softly, "Look at this little kitten, how did you get so messy? I haven't seen you for days, how are you, my little Yan'er?" As he spoke, he used his long, slender, and crystal-clear fingertips to wipe a small patch of dust from Qingyan's face.

Cheng Jue was furious, his gaze turning as cold as a sword. He grabbed Qing Yan, pulling her behind him, his hand on the long whip at his waist, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

Chapter 175: Answering Readers' Questions about Adding Verified Accounts

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Chapter 176: Under the Cherry Blossom Tree

Qingyan wrinkled her nose, somewhat impatiently brushed Cheng Jue's hand away, and took a step to leave. Then, as if remembering something, she suddenly turned back. "Oh, right, when did we meet, you said?"

Cheng Jue paused for a moment, then said, "Sixteen years ago."

Qingyan wrinkled her delicate nose, turned around and looked at the devilishly handsome boy with anticipation, blinked, and asked, "How was it? Do you remember?"

Upon hearing Qingyan's words, the young man turned his head slightly, his cool gaze falling on Cheng Jue. His gaze seemed almost tangible, as if it could see through skin to the very depths of one's heart. Cheng Jue felt a chill run down his spine, becoming fully alert. He frantically racked his brains, reviewing all the information he had gathered, desperately trying to guess the young man's identity. The young man, however, suddenly turned his gaze to Qingyan, parting his cherry-red, petal-like lips to reveal a captivating smile, uttering a few words, "Little Yan'er, have you forgotten? Sixteen years ago, under the cherry blossom tree..."

Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then, as if she remembered something, her face instantly turned ashen.

"Sixteen years ago, under the cherry blossom tree," how could she forget? At that time, she was obsessed with Japanese cartoons and manga. Her master, trying to please her, boasted that he would go to Japan to bring back a cherry blossom tree for her. However, upon arriving in Japan, she met an unparalleled beauty under a cherry blossom tree and stayed there for several months. When she returned, it was the middle of the night, and she encountered a heavenly tribulation halfway back. She was burned by heavenly fire, screaming like a ghost. She fled from the sky to her room. Qingyan had been stood up for months and was furious. She was also awakened from a good dream by a ball of fire falling from the sky and was almost scared to death. In order to help him put out the fire, the whole room was almost flooded. Both she and the demon were blackened to the point of being like African charcoal. Afterwards, Qingyan was not polite at all and scolded the dying demon until he was dizzy and his eyes rolled back. He almost died again.

What's even more hilarious is that the very next morning, newspapers all over the city prominently featured headlines in the largest font: "Comet Collided with Earth Last Night, Unexpectedly Hitting Aliens." Then, for miles around Qingyan's neighborhood, countless reporters and curious onlookers searched everywhere for fragments of the alien spacecraft. Qingyan was so frightened that she didn't dare leave her house for days. Even the troublemaking monster, under Qingyan's fiery gaze, had to behave considerably. The trauma of that incident was so profound that long afterward, the monster would scream at the sight of fire, and the girl would fly into a rage at the mere mention of cherry blossom trees.

Hearing her master bring up the old story again, Qingyan immediately remembered it and became angry again, glaring at her master fiercely.

Seeing Qingyan's gaze, the demon felt somewhat embarrassed, touched his nose, and smiled helplessly and ingratiatingly.

Qingyan snorted, then patted her head, feeling annoyed. Why did everything have to happen at once? When her master said that, she remembered. That heavenly tribulation was sixteen years ago. If her acquaintance with Cheng Jue was also sixteen years ago, then it must have happened during the months her master was missing. It was just a chance encounter in childhood, and they only spent a few days together. They were practically complete strangers. Given her personality, she probably would have forgotten about it as soon as she turned her back on it and wouldn't have remembered it at all. Let alone sixteen years later, in fact, she probably wouldn't have remembered it after a few days.

She had been hoping her master's abnormally strong memory would allow her to find out what really happened back then, what had occurred between her and Cheng Jue, and what promises they had made. But now, that hope was gone. That damned monster had simply disappeared back then; asking him was pointless. Sigh...

Chapter 177: The Feud is Over

Forget it, she couldn't get an answer anyway, so she simply gave up asking.

Thinking about it, what's the point of finding out the truth? Even if everything is as Cheng Jue said, it was just a childhood game between two kids who met by chance. What's the point? Are we really going to turn this game into reality more than ten years later? Pshaw!

Qingyan rolled her eyes with extreme disdain and glanced sideways at Cheng Jue. She snorted inwardly, "Cheng Jue, no matter what, this feud between us is now set in stone."

The so-called past affections were illusory, seemingly there and then gone, while the recent enmity was a stark and undeniable reality. How dare they scheme against her, not only pushing her into another dimension, but also closing the spacetime barrier, attempting to imprison her here?! Imprisonment—

This is the first time I've ever been outmaneuvered. From childhood to adulthood, she's always been the one bullying others, never the one being bullied.

Cheng Jue watched as Qingyan and the man who looked remarkably like Yuwen Ke exchanged a few words inexplicably. Then, one of them changed her expression, one became embarrassed, one frowned, one touched her nose, one was angry, and one felt guilty. Although they didn't speak, their expressions conveyed an unspoken understanding and harmony.

"Qingyan, who is he?" Cheng Jue asked coldly.

Qingyan glanced at him, clearly annoyed, "What's it to you?"

Cheng Jue was taken aback by Qing Yan's tone, and couldn't help but raise her voice in a fit of pique, "Just who is he?"

Why does he look so much like Yuwen Ke? Yes, the more you look at him, the more he resembles him, but he is definitely not Yuwen Ke. Could he be Yuwen Ke's twin brother? But I've never heard of such a prince in Tianxing. Cheng Jue frowned, especially finding the familiarity and tacit understanding between this man and Qing Yan irritating, and his voice was full of hostility.

Before Qingyan could speak, the eerily beautiful young man turned around, looked at him, suddenly blinked, gave a wicked smile, and gently patted his shoulder with a look of pity and sympathy. "Who I am is not important. What's important is, what will you do in the future?"

Anyone who dares to provoke his little Yan'er should be prepared to face retaliation. Not to mention little Yan'er, his methods are so ruthless that anyone who has experienced them will shudder at the thought. Thinking of this, the master's expression of sympathy deepened. His gaze towards Cheng Jue was almost one of profound pity, yet it also contained an inexplicable surge of excitement, making Cheng Jue shiver.

Qingyan grew impatient. She pouted, wrapped her arms around her master's, and dragged him away. "Oh, let's go, let's go. Don't pay any attention to him. Let's hurry up. I still have something to ask you."

Cheng Jue's repeated calls of "Qingyan, Qingyan" from behind seemed to go unheard by her.

Cheng Jue watched helplessly as Qing Yan and that alluring young man left together, his face turning pale with anger. He angrily punched the tree trunk beside him; this time, no leaves fell, only a few green branches creaked and fell. Then, someone, stunned with rage, stomped on them, shattering them completely.

Cheng Jue stood alone by the Huai Lake, watching the water ripple gently and flocks of white birds fly to and fro, chirping sweetly. After a while, he finally calmed down and reluctantly prepared to return to the city.

It was still early, and I didn't want to go back to the inn. I saw a restaurant by the roadside, so I went inside.

Chapter 178: She was admiring the scenery on the bridge.