“Third Master, I can barely stand. If you don’t take me, how am I supposed to get there?” Ye Qianqian pouted as she asked.
She recalled the Bullet Chat saying that Song Yuntao and Ye Qingyan were already holding their wedding ceremony, yet no one had come looking for her!
That must mean the elders of both the Song and Ye families were happy to see it happen!
If she wanted to cause a scene at the wedding and confront Song Yuntao and Ye Qingyan head-on, it would be like an egg hitting a rock—she’d be courting her own destruction.
Would they really be so heartless toward her?
Half-believing and half-doubting, Ye Qianqian wanted to find a powerful ally to accompany her and check things out, just in case.
If they were heartless, then she wouldn’t blame herself for being ruthless!
The most formidable person was right beside her. Originally, she had been too afraid of him to speak up, worried he might break her legs.
But the Bullet Chat told her that the Living Yama had a secret crush on her. Otherwise, even with ten times the courage, she wouldn’t dare provoke him!
She had crossed paths with the Living Yama a few times before but had never noticed any signs of a secret crush.
It wasn’t that she wanted to believe those Bullet Chats, but the fact that she had forced herself on him and was still unharmed gave her the confidence.
If she went to the wedding venue to verify things, she could judge the authenticity of the Bullet Chat.
Lu Jingchen saw the woman on the floor look up, casting a pleading glance at him before lowering her head in disgust. His eyes darkened.
With an indifferent expression, he spoke as if it had nothing to do with him: “If you can’t stand, roll there.”
“Third Master, I don’t have the strength to roll. I was set up, which means someone also set you up. Are you willing to be used?” Ye Qianqian said in a soft, pleading tone.
She was testing the Living Yama’s limits, even changing the respectful “you” to the informal “you.”
“So what?” Lu Jingchen’s face remained expressionless. He wouldn’t tell Ye Qianqian that he wasn’t being used—he had simply snatched his own nephew’s opportunity.
He swiftly got out of bed and walked over to Ye Qianqian, startling her so much that she scrambled backward in panic.
Seeing this, Lu Jingchen was displeased. Every time she saw him, she acted as if she’d seen a ghost.
His face stern, he said nothing but bent down to pick her up.
Ye Qianqian looked at his sexy Adam’s apple and the exposed eight-pack abs, unconsciously swallowing hard.
But when she saw the red scratch marks covering his body, her legs went weak with fear again.
Even though it was the Living Yama who had been too rough, ignoring her pleas and making her scratch him, Ye Qianqian still felt guilty.
She closed her eyes, too embarrassed to look.
But the Bullet Chat before her eyes remained.
[Wait, something’s off! Shouldn’t the female supporting character crawl out and hail a taxi to rush straight to the wedding venue?]
[I’m also curious. Why is the female supporting character snuggled in the short-lived big shot’s arms?]
[Could it be that the female supporting character was won over by the big shot after sleeping with him? To be honest, the big shot’s physique is top-notch. If it were me, I’d ditch the male lead and cling to the big shot’s golden leg.]
[The male lead belongs to the female lead, darling. Female supporting character, don’t go looking for trouble. I still want to ship you and the pretentious guy.]
[Now that you mention it, I also want to ship them. One is genuinely naive, and the other loves to pretend. They’re bound to spark something unique.]
[Didn’t the female supporting character fear the pretentious guy to death? When did their relationship become so intimate?]
[I think she must have some ulterior motive!]
[Whether it’s a hidden scheme or an open one, she’s just a stepping stone for our female lead, darling.]
[Female supporting character, hurry to the wedding venue and get humiliated, then get sent to a mental hospital by your own brother, and have your legs broken by the patients there.]
What? She would be sent to a mental hospital by her own brother?
Was that possible?
That was her own flesh-and-blood brother, who shared the same blood as her!
She has three older brothers, could you specify which one?
Ye Qianqian trembled all over from the content of the Bullet Chat, her face contorted with rage.
Seeing the girl in his arms close her eyes, her delicate face filled with loathing and resentment toward him, Lu Jingchen suppressed the storm in his eyes and tossed Ye Qianqian onto the bed.
“Ouch! That hurts.” It wasn’t that Ye Qianqian was truly in pain, but being thrown without any warning, she instinctively cried out.
“Where… so dramatic.” Lu Jingchen had intended to ask where she was hurting, but after a moment’s thought, he changed his words.
He knew she had always been able to endure pain since childhood, and later, for Song Yuntao, she could bear any hardship.
His two handsome, long eyebrows furrowed together, but he comforted himself inwardly.
She was cautious and careful around Song Yuntao, yet she acted out and made a fuss around him—she still treated him differently from others.
Although she was a bit of a handful around him, even her antics were pleasing to the eye, and strangely enough, they made him feel a pang of pity.
Seeing the Living Yama’s furrowed brows, which looked as if they could crush a fly, Ye Qianqian’s eyelids twitched, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.
The Bullet Chat said the Living Yama had a secret crush on her, but this—he clearly despised her, didn’t he?
The Bullet Chat said she shouldn’t go to the wedding venue, but she wanted to see the wedding she had personally arranged.
Afraid that going alone might really get her sent to a psychiatric hospital by her older brother, she decided to persuade the Living Yama to go with her, while also testing the truth of the Bullet Chat!
“Third Master, I just want to see who Song Yuntao is marrying, who is worth him harming me like this.”
Ye Qianqian’s faint, tearful voice broke Lu Jingchen’s heart. Without further hesitation, he picked up his phone. “Bai Lang, bring in a few sets of clothes.”
After hanging up, Lu Jingchen turned and coldly instructed, “Cover yourself with the blanket. I’ll take you there in a moment.”
With that, he turned, bent down to pick up the torn fabric from the floor, and tossed it into the trash. Hearing the doorbell ring, Lu Jingchen quickly went to answer it.
Taking several bags through the crack in the door, he slammed it shut with a bang.
“These are clothes prepared for you. Do you have the strength to freshen up?” His voice was still icy.
“No need. Aside from the soreness, I feel quite refreshed.” Not only did Ye Qianqian feel refreshed, but she also caught a faint scent of medicinal herbs.
It seemed the Living Yama was someone who knew how to cherish beauty. At that moment, Lu Jingchen took out a gown and handed it to Ye Qianqian.
His slender, well-defined fingers sparked endless imagination.
“Third Master, you’re being so kind to me. Do you intend to take responsibility for me?” Ye Qianqian asked with tear-filled eyes.
“What did you say?” Lu Jingchen’s icy inquiry sounded as if he couldn’t believe it. Upon closer listening, his voice trembled slightly—with excitement.
After speaking, he watched Ye Qianqian’s reaction without blinking.
His deep, dark eyes seemed to be anticipating something as he gazed quietly at her.
A sweet smile curled at the corner of Ye Qianqian’s lips. “I said, I want Third Master to take responsibility for me.”
“How do you want me to take responsibility? Take you to the wedding venue? Or help you win back the groom?” Lu Jingchen’s voice was frigid, his expression even darker.
Seeing this, Ye Qianqian decided to throw caution to the wind. “If Song Yuntao is marrying someone else, then I don’t want him anymore. I want to register our marriage with you.”
Those who cling to the past will inevitably be trapped in pain and misery. She wanted to live a good life with the person who secretly loved her.
“Do I look like someone you can have just because you want me?” Lu Jingchen’s voice was colder than ice and snow.
Ye Qianqian’s words struck him like a bolt from the blue, casting a deep shadow over his eyes that sent a chill down one’s spine.
Summoning her courage, Ye Qianqian pressed on tentatively: “Third Master, it’s not that you’re unwilling—it’s me insisting you take responsibility, desperately wanting to marry you.”