“Darling,” Wang Hong unhurriedly said, “you can hardly hold back your tears as soon as you see me, if others see you being this way…”
Chen Rong’s hand froze on the door before he could finish what he was saying.
She, too, had considered this point, but had completely forgotten thanks to the anger caused by Wang Hong’s provocation.
She withdrew her hand, turned around and glared at him.
Facing his frustrating smile, Chen Rong took a step forward and again thrusted the whip handle to his throat.
This time, her forcefulness made him lift his head.
She stared at him, lowered her voice and ordered: “Wang Hong, I want you to find an excuse so that we can have a clean break.”
The smile on his face continued to be as frustrating as it had been. Chen Rong pushed the whip handle up. Immediately, the rough golden thread had drawn a small cut on his throat.
At the sight of the scarlet drop, Chen Rong softened and moved the whip in her hand away.
Wang Hong just looked at her quietly.
There was something strange about his eyes that made her inexplicably fraught with guilt. She lowered her gaze to avoid his eyes, muttering as she did: “You can’t marry me anyway.”
Wang Hong let out a long sigh.
He waved his wide sleeves and then slowly walked out.
In a flash, his hand had grabbed the door.
He stopped to look back at Chen Rong who was dazedly watching him. They stood face to face, sadness lurking in his clear and lofty eyes.
This sadness was very light and transient, but for some reason, she felt extremely guilty when she saw such eyes. She opened her rosy lips, instinctively wanting to comfort him. But when the words reached her mouth, she thought there would be no return if she kept dragging things on, so she whirled her back to him.
A sigh slowly sounded.
In the bedchamber, a very gentle, very soft, and very sad voice spoke to her: “I guess Ah Rong doesn’t love me after all…”
He sounded forlorn and grievous, as though the fact that Chen Rong did not love him had given him inconsolable grief.
Chen Rong knew perfectly well that the man behind her was smart enough to have known her intentions. And yet she still whispered back, “No, I do feel something for you… but having feelings for you will drive me beyond salvation!”
Squeak. The door opened, shortly after which his tall snowy figure went farther and farther from her.
For some reason, as she listened to the footsteps that were drifting farther away, Chen Rong whirled around to helplessly stare after him, her lips pressing into a line.
The moment Wang Hong left the room, the entire courtyard all turned around to stare at him.
He resembled a tree in the wind when he was dressed in white this way. His smile was so distant and faint.
He kept the smile on his face, flapped his wide sleeves and sauntered away.
Before she knew it, he had gotten into his carriage, took his servants and left her courtyard.
As Chen Rong looked at the crowd that was watching his departure, she had a niggling feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
By the time Nurse Ping hastened to her side, she suddenly heard Chen Rong gasping a curse: “Damnit! He didn’t say a thing! I wanted him to end our relationship!”
Befuddled, Nurse Ping swiftly closed the door and rushed to her when saw the tear stains on her face.
She paid attention to Chen Rong’s hands and carefully asked, “Miss, is something wrong?”
Chen Rong numbly turned to see Nurse Ping. Her mouth drew even flatter, and suddenly she broke into sobbing tears.
She threw herself into Nurse Ping’s arms, helplessly clutched her sleeves and blubbered, “Nurse, I don’t want to like him. I don’t want to like this man!”
Seeing her gasping for breath with tears, Nurse Ping worriedly patted her back and asked, “Are you talking about Wang Qi?”
Chen Rong nodded, sobbing: “Yes, him. I don’t understand this man one bit. And he has such a noble background. Nurse, I really don’t want to like him.”