Chapter 44: Let You Run Into It!

Saying “let Lu Hui die” was naturally out of the question. She would rather live meekly than die dramatically out of spite. All the harsh words she said in front of Yan Zhao, she learned from romance novels!

Though she didn’t usually like reading novels, when she was working for the system, she often saw these kinds of female leads in the groups.

You dare do XXX to me? I’ll die for you to see, and you’ll regret holding my corpse.

Lu Hui didn’t understand or approve of these methods. Life is like a candle extinguishing, you lose your life, and the male lead might not regret it, but you’ll definitely regret it yourself.

Now, facing Yan Zhao, Lu Hui was at a loss. She said good things, but he wouldn’t listen. Neither scolding nor hitting worked. Watching him lose control, she had no choice but to use this trick. She wasn’t sure if it would work on Yan Zhao, but in this situation, she had to try everything.

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Yan Zhao seemed deeply affected by her words. His face turned white as ice, and his slender body stood still like a pine branch. The light above flickered, casting a red glow on his pale face. He lightly pressed his lips together, his pale lips faintly curving into a thin line, and his hand holding the sword trembled visibly.

When she mentioned death, Yan Zhao couldn’t control himself. He kept recalling the image of her lying in the snow, eyes wide open, blood dripping from her mouth, her life slowly slipping away.

Even the sword in his hand now was the one that pierced her chest back then. Yan Zhao trembled slightly, and with great restraint, he put the sword away.

When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were red, with thin lines of blood visible. “Don’t use death to provoke me.”

Lu Hui was stunned. She hadn’t expected this trick to work. So this was the reason why others could play the heroine’s role while she was stuck in the supporting role plot?

She retorted, “To be honest, it’s not provoking you. You’ve already killed me completely. Now you’re pretending to cherish my life?”

Yan Zhao had mostly stayed silent when she lashed out before.

But his patience seemed to be running out. “I did kill you. Do you want to keep bringing it up?”

Before he found her, Yan Zhao hadn’t anticipated things would unfold like this. He knew she might harbor resentment, but he didn’t expect it to last this long or be this deep.

In his mind, they should have reconciled quickly. And her character was so easy to coax.

He had kneeled, begged, and done countless undignified things. What else did she want? Was she really not willing to give him even one chance?

Yan Zhao shot a poisonous glare at the man on the other side of the pillar. His anger slowly subsided. He asked, “Should I send you home?”

Lu Hui said, “No need.”

Yan Zhao asked, “Why not fly back, isn’t it good?”

Lu Hui: “…”

She said, “I’m not a child, I’m not interested in flying.”

Perhaps Lu Hui had been squatting too long. After standing for a while, her legs were still numb. She pounded her thighs, saying, “Senior brother.”

That word “senior brother” was long overdue. Yan Zhao was dazed for a moment.

Lu Hui sighed. “Put down your obsession and go back to cultivating immortality. Do you really want to force me to die?”

Her tone softened, lowering her posture.

She almost cringed at her own attempt at being delicate.

The “fragile” persona was tough to maintain, it was making her want to vomit.

Yan Zhao actually wasn’t affected by softness, nor was he moved by force. His eyelids drooped, his voice calm, with no abnormality, “Alright, you die, and I’ll bring your corpse back. I’ll put you on an ice bed and keep your body with me, accompanying you for a lifetime.”

Lu Hui was silent for a while, then replied, “You don’t have to do that.”

She tried to reason. “I can’t cultivate immortality with a corpse.”

Yan Zhao looked up again, locking eyes with her. A fleeting smile passed, “It’s possible.”

Lu Hui: “…”

What did he mean by that? Did she understand him right? He wouldn’t even spare her corpse? Cultivators really have no boundaries.

“You go die,” she closed her eyes, unable to stop herself from cursing.

The “fragile” persona definitely wasn’t for her, she couldn’t keep up with it for more than a few minutes.

Standing not far away, Cen Yueze narrowed his eyes, noticing her expression and sensing something was wrong. Before he could think, he strode over and wrapped his long arm around her shoulder. “What’s the need for such a long conversation?”

Lu Hui didn’t push him away, she went along with him and started acting. “We’ve finished talking.”

She raised her face and gave Cen Yueze a sweet smile. “Darling, let’s go back.”

Cen Yueze’s eyebrows twitched, his skin crawling. “Let’s go, I drove here. I can give you a ride.”

“Thank you, darling.”

Cen Yueze’s ears turned red, struggling to hold himself back. “We’re family, no need for thanks.”

He hadn’t forgotten there was still a live person here, so he asked, “Didn’t you drive here?”

Before Yan Zhao could respond, Cen Yueze didn’t even give him a chance to answer, shooting a low blow. “Oh, I forgot, not everyone can afford a car like me.”

Lu Hui opened the front passenger door, and as she bent down, Cen Yueze whispered, “This seat is for my wife. Don’t mind her, go sit in the back.”

This great benefactor of hers, helping her act and get out of trouble, had already done enough. The front passenger seat, the throne of his future wife, absolutely had to remain untouched.

Lu Hui paused for three seconds, then without hesitation, slipped inside and fastened her seatbelt, the whole movement flowing seamlessly.

A vein in Cen Yueze’s temple throbbed violently. His face darkened as he got in the car and said with a deep voice, “I didn’t know you were so eager to be my wife.”

Lu Hui chose to stay silent, considering he had helped her.

Cen Yueze, this person, had no idea how to stop when things were going well. He was skilled in taking advantage, “Mrs. Cen is indeed a hot commodity. You’ve been eyeing it for a while, haven’t you? Want me? Drooling, perhaps? Since you’re so eager, letting you sit in the front seat once wouldn’t hurt. Think of it as fulfilling your dream.”

Lu Hui took a deep breath. “Mr. Cen, I just think you won’t have a wife in the future, so no one will care.”

Cen Yueze found it absurd. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve heard a bit about your lifelong single status.”

Cen Yueze scoffed at her words. “Do you know how many people are queuing up to chase me?”

Lu Hui smiled. “How would I know about things that haven’t happened?”

Cen Yueze wanted to kick her out of the car. Get out. Get out right now. She was so sharp-tongued, it was infuriating.

The snow outside the window grew heavier, with no signs of stopping. Cen Yueze gripped the steering wheel tightly, reluctantly tolerating her this time. Abandoning someone in this heavy snow was unworthy of a gentleman.

Cen Yueze was more familiar with the road to Sheng’s family’s house than his own. The security at the entrance of the neighborhood not only recognized him but also his license plate.

The car entered the one-way street, only about five hundred meters away from Sheng’s neighborhood. Sheng Zhaoming realized someone had been following them. He looked at the rearview mirror and asked, “Does your ex have a car?”

“I don’t have an ex.”

Cen Yueze rephrased, “Does that ancient man have a car?”

Lu Hui thought it was impossible. “He doesn’t. He doesn’t even have a driver’s license.”

Cen Yueze narrowed his eyes, his expression immediately turning serious. “We’re being followed.”

Lu Hui remembered being followed before, but that was after a public event where fans followed her. Tonight, however, was a private event arranged by the production team, so the fans shouldn’t know.

“Are you sure?”

“Sure.”

Lu Hui was a bit angry. “How many cars?”

The thick night and snowstorm made it difficult to see clearly in the rearview mirror. He stared for a while, “One.”

“A black Maybach?”

“Yeah.”

Lu Hui had a hunch. The Maybach was the car Yú Mǎndōng often drove, low-key yet luxurious.

Suddenly, she said, “Turn around.”

Cen Yueze: “?”

Lu Hui’s small face stiffened. “Drive straight to your house.”

“???” Cen Yueze’s face inexplicably heated up. He tried to remain calm. “See? You have intentions toward me.”

He talked more than usual, “I, Cen, am not someone you can just get, got it?”

Lu Hui coughed. “If you think so, fine.”

Cen Yueze’s prepared words were sent back without any impact. “Are you sure you want to go to my place?”

Lu Hui nodded in affirmation.

She had to go.

Yú Mǎndōng had barely studied in his youth and had little culture, so his actions were somewhat rough. He didn’t care about manners, didn’t know respect, and followed her without hesitation. She dared not think about how long he had been secretly watching her. Had her every move already been exposed to his view?

Lu Hui’s heart grew cold, her anger rising rapidly. She originally wanted to confront Yú Mǎndōng face to face, but then decided against it.

The old fox could talk his way out of anything.

Didn’t he want to force her into marriage? Didn’t he confidently believe she would marry him?

Lu Hui wasn’t incapable of stopping him. “Don’t go back to Cen’s house. Can you take me to your apartment instead?”

Cen Yueze raised his eyebrows. “When you’re asking for something, you have to show the proper attitude.”

Lu Hui, a good sport who could be flexible, replied, “Cen-ge, Cen-shao, please, let’s go back to our love nest.”

Cen Yueze’s face turned awkward, almost choking on his own saliva. “Fine, let’s go.”

“Thank you.” She sincerely thanked him.

Cen Yueze was pleased but also a little displeased. On the way to his apartment, they made small talk.

“How many people have you offended?”

“Not many.”

“Ha, there are three I’ve run into.”

“Coincidentally, there are only three.”

Cen Yueze wasn’t happy even after getting the answer. “Your taste in men is just terrible.”

Lu Hui took the compliment with humility. “I admit that.”

When they turned around, Yú Mǎndōng realized they were heading in a different direction, toward a completely different place.

When the car reached the high-end apartment near the third ring, Yú Mǎndōng coldly asked, “Where is this?”

The assistant in the front seat didn’t hesitate to report, “It’s Cen Yueze’s private residence.”

After a pause, he added, “It’s the wedding house his mother bought for him when he was in college.”

Yú Mǎndōng bit his words. “Wedding house?”

“Miss Lu was once rumored to be with Cen Yueze. I thought it was just a baseless rumor, so I didn’t investigate it thoroughly. But now…”

It didn’t seem like it was just a rumor; it looked real.

Earlier, Cen Yueze had his arm around her waist, and now, as a young couple went to their wedding house, Yú Mǎndōng’s expression turned icy.

The car ahead stopped, and the rear lights went out one by one.

Yú Mǎndōng’s face was emotionless. “Crash into them.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t understand me? I said, crash into them!”