Chapter 3 — Master's Stupid Girl

5 As soon as my words ended, Lang Tieu squeezed my arm, his eyes were red, his voice trembled slightly but firmly: "No! She is already my wife, where does she have the right to speak like that?!" He walked straight in front of Luc Y Y, his eyes were arrogant and cold, his breath radiated an oppressive aura that made it difficult for others to breathe. His voice rang out, low, but each word was as if engraved in stone: "Miss Luc, please come back. The fate between you and me, two hundred and eighty years ago, ended. Tieu Ngan Tu is the benefactor who saved my life, I promised... to repay you with my own body, how could there be a repentance?" He paused for a moment, his eyes gradually cooled, his murderous aura radiated, causing the whole room to freeze: "If you still force her, don't blame me... for not respecting old feelings!" Luc Y Y was hit straight in the heart by the sentence "not respecting old love", her face turned pale, her steps staggered, and finally she was forced to leave. In the room, there was only the sound of my and his heavy breathing. Lang Tieu turned around, his rough hand gently placed on my aching chest, soothing and gently comforting: "Don't cry anymore... I'm here." I trembled slightly, my eyes filled with doubt: "Where have you been these past few days?" For many days, he came back in the morning and returned in the evening. Is it a coincidence that Luc Y Y came to find me again, the uneasiness in my heart became even greater. He just raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice as calm as the breeze: "Don't you like to eat peach blossom bowl at the restaurant in the West? That restaurant is crowded, I had to line up for a long time... just to buy a few for you." Recently, a new restaurant opened on the west side of the street. The shopkeeper is a handsome and handsome man. Just because of the rare and exquisite snacks, there are long lines of ladies jostling to buy them every day. But I... fell in love with the peach blossom bowl there, just because the taste was exactly like my childhood memories. Lang Tieu understands me, understands how to hold my heart. Just a few sentences... I'm no longer angry. But when my eyes unconsciously fell on the peach blossom bowls that fell and broke all over the ground, my heart... broke like those crumbs. A choking pain filled my chest, making it difficult to breathe, as if life was worse than death. 6 I once naively thought that... when everything calmed down, we would return to peaceful days. But... no matter how beautiful a mirror is, once it's cracked, how can it stay intact like before? That day, Lang Tieu had something to do and had to go out early. Me... my craving for peach blossom bowl started, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I sneaked to the west restaurant alone. From afar, seeing the long line of people, I suddenly sighed and thought to myself that maybe I should call Lang Tieu to buy it next time. Just as I was about to turn around, the long line suddenly dispersed. People passing by were whispering and pointing, their eyes even glancing at me, as if... watching a joke. I frowned, not understanding what was going on. As soon as I stepped forward, I encountered a young man who came out to greet me. It was a young gentleman with an extraordinary handsome appearance, standing in the light, with an elegant and brilliant temperament. He's even... more beautiful than Lang Tieu, and not just a little bit better - it should be said that he's more beautiful than all the streets combined! Tall and thin, with broad and straight shoulders, when he curled the corners of his eyes and smiled, the warm light in his eyes made many ladies passing by stop in their tracks, unable to lift their steps. As for me, my mind is only focused on peach blossom bowl. Waiting for the second child to finish wrapping, pay, and prepare to leave, suddenly a clear voice rang out from behind young but strange: "I heard... Miss Ngan is about to get married?" I glanced at him and immediately saw a deep trace of loss and unwillingness in his eyes, and my heart suddenly ached. I forced a smile, tried to appear relaxed, and lightly joked: "At that time... can you bring two bags of peach blossom bowls to drink to celebrate?" The guy across from me looked at me - my stupid smile reflected in the bottom of his eyes, making his already slightly frowning eyebrows tighten even more. However... the corner of his lips still smiled gently, his voice gentle: "Of course... but..." Seeing my slight doubt, he withdrew his smile, leaned closer, his voice was low, like cold wind entering his ears: "Recently I heard... on East Street there is a new sect disciple... but... the husband of the Ngan family, twice every three days... runs there again." The smile on my lips disappeared in the blink of an eye. The bottom of his eyes were dark, his face was also pale. I kicked my foot and objected vehemently: "You talk nonsense! I don't allow you to slander him!" The young man smiled slightly, but that smile... was as cold as ice and snow covered with frost: "Am I talking nonsense or not... Miss Ngan just needs to go to Dong Street herself, it will be clear." An uneasy feeling like a rising tide rolled into my chest, I turned around, without saying a word, and ran straight towards Dong Street. Behind, the young man held up the bag of peach blossoms I had forgotten, his voice softly calling out: "Miss's cake... let me send someone to bring it to the palace later." Then he bowed his head, shook it gently, looked at the bag of pink peach blossom cakes in his hand, smiled sadly, his voice as soft as a breeze: "This child... is so stupid that it makes people feel sad." 7 That day, I used to think Lang Tieu was a person who did not know how to smile. But until today... I understand - it's not that he doesn't know how to smile, but... he has never smiled at me. Only a wall separates, inside the happy laughter of Luc Y Y and Lang Tieu. That sound... was like a sharp knife cutting into the eardrum, so harsh that it bled. My chest ached again and again, as if an invisible hand cruelly tore my heart apart. I walked like a lost soul, my feet didn't remember the way back, I staggered back to the small courtyard. This place... has kept so many memories of me and him. Before he came, I was just a "stupid woman" forgotten at the foot of the mountain, without a name or surname, because my head was seriously injured, everyone only knew to call me that empty word. During the long years of solitude, I alone passed through the long, cold nights, until Lang Tieu appeared - he was like a small flame that lit up the lonely days of my life. I used to think... I would no longer know pain. But since Luc Y Y appeared, that pain... returned, more intense than before, to the point where I couldn't breathe. Since the day I secretly saw Luc Y Y's residence, Lang Tieu came home less and less. As for my heart... it also gets colder, little by little, until it... becomes numb. That's it... those days with him, just consider it a price to repay a favor for hundreds of years ago, when I saved his life. Don't be sad...don't be sad! I told myself. Picking up the bag of peach blossom bowls from the shopkeeper, walking on the road home like a body without a soul, to the point of almost being hit by a horse carriage rushing by, without even realizing it. The shopkeeper panicked and pulled me back, hugging me tightly. That moment… a scent around lingering on the tip of my nose, making my body tremble slightly. He didn't say much, just gently patted my shoulder, his deep voice reminding me: "Miss Ngan... remember to look first on the way." Only then did I regain my composure, raising my head to look closely at the young, handsome face before my eyes. I suddenly realized... every time I come here to buy cakes, no matter how long the line is, it always suddenly disappears. The person who directly steps out to greet me is always him. He often gave an extra two ounces of cake, but never received an extra penny. That small shop sells all kinds of breakfast cakes that I liked in my childhood: peach blossom bowl, fruit jam, soft candy... That taste is exactly the same as in memory. Even the scent on his body feels... so familiar. The breath emanating from his body was not at all like that of a mortal. Completely different from the aura of monks on the mountain, much less the pure spiritual energy of the sect. Then… why did he appear in this place? And why... every time he looks at me, his smile always contains something that is both pleasing and guilty? The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I squinted my eyes, my gaze as sharp as a knife: "Who are you? Why do you have such an unusual aura?!" The man frowned slightly, his eyes dark. It's broken... Could it be... the demonic energy on his body hasn't been completely hidden yet?! His heart trembled slightly, his tension was evident, and the more I looked, the more I realized he had a plan with me. As soon as he slightly lifted his hand, intending to knock me unconscious to keep it a secret... I suddenly rushed forward, hugged his thigh tightly, sobbing pitifully: "Did you... did you... kidnap me to this place?!" "Damn human trafficker! Give me back my parents!!!"

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