“You said you really want to marry me?” Lu Jingchen asked incredulously, his burning gaze fixed on Ye Qianqian’s lips.
Her moistened lips looked even more supple, tender and pink.
He really wanted to kiss them.
Although he resented being a substitute, he still wanted to hold her and fly straight to the civil affairs bureau to get their marriage certificate.
“Yes, I really want to get married with Third Master,” Ye Qianqian said with utmost sincerity, not daring to tell the Living Yama that she only wanted to find a powerful backer.
When she looked up, she realized how exceptionally handsome the Living Yama was—his eyes deep-set, his nose bridge high and straight, and the lines of his face sharp and resolute.
Especially his eyes, which were profoundly dark and unfathomable, but she wasn’t as afraid of him anymore.
Hearing this, Lu Jingchen felt a mix of joy and sorrow. He was happy that she finally wanted to marry him, but saddened that he was only getting her because someone else had discarded her!
After a brief moment of gloom, Lu Jingchen’s mood brightened again, and he even seemed to radiate a newfound clarity.
Fine!
A substitute it is!
As long as they were on the same household register, he could openly cherish and protect her from then on.
Over the years since he had met her again, watching her grovel after other men had filled him with seething hatred every single moment.
He had thought that when the day came and she realized she had been deceived, he would tear her apart to vent his pent-up resentment.
But when he actually saw her by his side, most of that hatred vanished in an instant.
All he wanted was to pull her into his arms, pin her down, and ravage her mercilessly.
Fortunately, when she tearfully begged for mercy, she hadn’t called out anyone else’s name—otherwise, he might not have been able to stop himself from tearing her apart.
“Third Master, are you unwilling?” Ye Qianqian asked tremulously, seeing the Living Yama’s expression as if he wanted to tear her apart.
“Since you’re so eager to marry me, I’ll reluctantly agree. We’ll go get our marriage certificate first, then head to the wedding venue,” Lu Jingchen said expressionlessly.
Ye Qianqian instinctively opened her mouth to refuse, but dense lines of Bullet Chat floated before her eyes.
【Oho, the deadpan guy finally drops the act?】
【Female supporting character, hurry up and agree. The deadpan guy is head over heels for you. Don’t go ruin the male and female leads’ wedding, or you’ll die a miserable death.】
【Female supporting character, stop being a love-brain and stop pining for the male lead. I wish I could jump into the book and tell you the truth—the male lead never liked you.】
【Exactly, even if you like him so much, even if you gave up your best years and opportunities for further study, he still wouldn’t like you.】
【You took care of him, tolerated him, and put up with his bad temper, but he never felt a thing—all because you were an obsessive simp.】
Reading the Bullet Chat, Ye Qianqian clenched her fists so tightly her nails nearly dug into her palms. How could she not know after all she had experienced these past few months!
Whenever the three of them were together, Song Yuntao’s gaze toward her was always guarded.
As if she were some man-eating beast, his eyes were filled with nothing but worry that she might harm Ye Qingyan.
Although she knew Song Yuntao had always liked Ye Qingyan, as long as he didn’t call off the engagement, she pretended not to know.
It wasn’t that she was shameless—she just couldn’t accept it. Why should she give up everything to cure Song Yuntao, only for Ye Qingyan to reap the benefits!
Forcing a seemingly indifferent smile, Ye Qianqian said to Lu Jingchen, “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”
Her words completely stunned Lu Jingchen. His eyes widened, and he looked like a fool lost in a daze.
At the same time, Ye Qianqian’s words also stunned the readers. It took a long while for everyone to snap out of it, and the Bullet Chat began to scroll like snowflakes.
【What kind of divine statement is this from the female supporting character? It’s so touching! Deadpan Bro must be head over heels for it, and I’m in love too!】
【Hahaha, the female supporting character’s move has left Deadpan Bro completely stunned!】
【Even though his eyes look so bewildered right now, it doesn’t diminish the intimidating aura around him in the slightest.】
【Who knew the female supporting character could be so charming? No wonder Third Master Lu, despite hating her to the bone, also loves her just as deeply.】
【Can’t blame the female supporting character for always misunderstanding Deadpan Bro as the Living Yama—every time they meet, he scowls and scares her.】
【This won’t do for the villainess! If you don’t go cause a scene at the wedding, how will our female lead and male lead play their game of chase?】
【With the female supporting character’s awakened Love-brain, she’s not as detestable anymore. Keep charging ahead—just act cute and coquettish, and the big shot will give you his life.】
【Deadpan Bro ended up dying even more tragically than the female supporting character, framed by the male and female leads to save her. Such deep affection shouldn’t be betrayed.】
【I felt sorry for Deadpan Bro for a long time—the purest heart given to the silliest female supporting character. Now you two are getting a happy ending, hahaha.】
【I’m dropping the novel. I’m a huge pervert who loves watching the male and female leads get intimate anytime, anywhere, day or night.】
【I’m dropping the novel too. The villainess deserves to be abandoned, have her liver, kidneys, and corneas harvested.】
If it weren’t for the Bullet Chat spoiling that Lu Jingchen loved her, and loved her deeply, Ye Qianqian would never have dared to marry him.
She might have even hated him for ruining her innocence, and in the end, she would have been sent to a mental hospital to have her liver and kidneys harvested!
“If you’re willing to listen to me, then hurry up and change your clothes.” Lu Jingchen’s voice betrayed no emotion.
“I don’t want to wear a V-neck dress. Look at me—how can I face anyone like this?” Ye Qianqian complained pitifully, even pulling open her collar to show Lu Jingchen.
Hearing this, Lu Jingchen’s gaze fell on Ye Qianqian’s face—her skin as white as snow, her features delicate, her swollen red lips slightly pouted.
Beneath her slender neck, he could see the faint outline of her collarbone, partially hidden by the collar of his white shirt.
Her snow-white skin was covered in bruises, purple and green, with not a single spot untouched.
Especially the bite marks on her collarbone—they were particularly shocking. All of this was his “handiwork.”
The sight before him was more impactful than he had imagined, especially since his shirt was now worn by the woman he had longed for day and night.
It was more wonderful than any fantasy. The fire he had barely managed to suppress surged up again in an instant.
Her already captivating eyes were especially hazy, adding a touch of allure.
Lu Jingchen felt every cell in his body screaming with excitement, like a blazing flame.
It burned with a thirst he could hardly bear, but she couldn’t withstand another round of his torment.
In the past, Lu Jingchen had always disdained matters between men and women, and no one could ever stir his desires.
But now…
“I’ve had several sets prepared for you. Choose one yourself.” Lu Jingchen’s voice softened considerably.
He had expected her to throw a tantrum, arrogantly scold him for taking advantage of her, or pour out her grievances to him, asking him to help her crash the wedding.
The one thing he never expected was for her to give up on Song Yuntao so readily and even say she wanted to marry him.
Seeing the resolute look in her eyes, born of hurt, ignited a surge of anger within him. Song Yuntao truly deserved to die.
To ruin her reputation, they actually sent her to someone else.
If he hadn’t happened to be there, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
Just as Lu Jingchen was about to say something, he heard Ye Qianqian softly say, “Please help me choose a set, Third Master. I will never let down your kindness.”