After growling thus, Chen Rong really wanted to cry. She blinked a few times and, not able to stop her tears from falling, proceeded to rub her face red with her sleeve. She then stared at him and seethed, “I’m being watched by the entire city right now. Wang Hong, what do you mean by coming here at this time? You don’t want to see me get married, is that it?!”
Wang Hong sighed.
He held out his hand with the kind of elegance and grace that stilled Chen Rong in awe.
He gently wiped her face with an index finger. By the time her tears had been wiped away, she was still standing there motionlessly.
After he had wiped her tears, he sighingly said, “If you knew that, then why did you tell me to close the door when I came in?”
He looked at her so very tenderly, his bright and lofty eyes appearing utterly regrettable. “A man and a woman left alone inside a room, and the door is also closed… now what are we going to do about this?”
Chen Rong’s face immediately turned purple.
Her whip-holding hand shook terribly.
A good while later, she pressed the whip harder against his throat and fumed: “Then why didn’t you remind me?” She burst into tears as she furiously wiped them away. Suppressing her fury, she quietly growled: “You even went along and closed it.”
“But you wanted me to close it, Ah Rong!” he blamelessly replied.
His voice was as sincere as one could ask for.
Chen Rong was livid enough to sputter blood. Her hands shook for some time. Finally when she could no longer stand it, she took a step back, slumped on the ground, held her face and wailed, “You jerk, you jerk!”
She was incredibly angry, incoherently scolding him over and over using only these words.
Warmth enveloped her when a pair of gentle arms drew her into a hug.
He held her in his arms and softly stroked her hair. Even his voice was intoxicatingly gentle. “Darling, the door is closed, but you are crying and yelling at me… When people talk, they will surely say that I was the man for whom you sought death.”
He paused, lowered his head, and then said to a frozen Chen Rong who still hadn’t moved: “Look, I reminded you this time.”
He had sounded so proud of himself that he might as well have asked for her praise.
Stiff as a board, Chen Rong still did not move.
At length, she sprang up and, intentionally or otherwise, bumped her head into Wang Hong.
This bump was quite hard, and it knocked Wang Hong backward against the door.
At the loud bang, the whispers outside came to a hush.
In the meanwhile, Chen Rong had shot to the door and, as she haphazardly rubbed the tears on her face, reached for the knob to open it.