After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Among the dense leaves, there seemed to be a pair of eyes that appeared and disappeared from time to time, and jealousy and resentment burned in their eyes, like a blazing flame, trying to penetrate everything.

Cui Yunhe's body was shaking unconsciously due to anger, and the silk handkerchief in her hand had been torn to pieces.

Is the Wen Yinyang in front of her really the cold and arrogant man she has always known?

He showed such tenderness and patience, even endless doting, to another woman, and made an eternal vow.

So, what role does Cui Yunhe play in this heartwarming picture?

Thinking of this, she suddenly looked up and met the gaze of the woman in Wen Yinyang's arms. Her eyes were as cold as ice in winter and as sharp as a knife, as if they could directly penetrate people's hearts.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that not only was she playing a game of disguise, but Cui Rong was also doing the same.

"really?"

Cui Rongrong asked expectantly with tears in her eyes.

"I promise."

He comforted her patiently, and every word he said was sincere.

She stretched out her arms, wrapped them around his neck, then tilted her head back slightly and gave him a gentle kiss.

He responded by running his hand down her back, trying to deepen the intimate contact.

However, to Cui Yunhe, all this was like thorns piercing her heart and making her unbearable.

She turned around abruptly, no longer reluctant to linger, and left resolutely, leaving behind only a series of lonely and determined footsteps.

Cui Rongrong looked over Wen Yinyang's shoulder and caught a glimpse of the empty shadows behind the flowers and trees, where Cui Yunhe's figure once hid, but now there was no trace of him.

She gently pulled away from Wen Yinyang's embrace. Although he seemed to want to immerse himself in this tenderness, she just turned her face slightly and whispered softly: "I feel a little tired. It may be the beginning of a cold. My head hurts. I want to rest for a while..."

This scene seems like a silent farewell, but also the prelude to a new story.

Hearing this, slight wrinkles appeared between Wen Yinyang's slender brows, as if the surface of a pond blown by the breeze was rippling with delicate circles.

Her words were like light fingertips that gently touched his heart, awakening some primitive and passionate desire, but the next moment she mentioned a headache, as if it was a dark cloud passing by the sky, blocking the ray of sunlight that had just come out, making his heart sink suddenly.

This joke was too sharp and pierced the softest part of his heart, making him feel a little angry for being teased.

His throat moved slightly, as if there was sand stuck in it, making a slight friction sound.

His eyes fell on her pale face and weak figure, and those stirring emotions instantly cooled, replaced by a complex feeling of pity and self-blame.

He took a deep breath of the cool autumn night air, his chest rising and falling, his voice mixed with unsettled waves and unspeakable emotions: "Then you should have a good rest."

These simple words contain too many indescribable emotions.

Even though the feelings that she had unintentionally aroused in his heart were like wildfire on the grassland, spreading and difficult to extinguish, making his heart surge, it was the first time he saw her rely on him so much. That fragility and softness touched the softest part of his heart, making him willing to put away all his edge and give her all his tenderness.

After instructing Cuizhu to quickly call a doctor and giving a few brief instructions, he stood there quietly, staring at Xu Cuirong's heavy eyes gradually closing. Only after making sure that she had fallen asleep did he quietly leave the room, taking every step carefully, for fear of disturbing her hard-earned peace.

Outside Qiu Shui Courtyard, the moonlight was like water, and Wen Yinyang once again stepped into the hustle and bustle of the world.

The heavy workload of the Dali Temple still awaited him like a mountain, forcing him to speed up his pace and return to work without stopping.

However, fate always seems to like adding some dramatic twists at this time.

Outside the mansion, he unexpectedly met Cui Yunhe.

"Mr. Wen."

Cui Yunhe's voice was like a breeze blowing across the lake, gentle with a hint of imperceptible expectation.

She walked towards him with light lotus steps, her eyes slightly moving, but when she met Wen Yinyang's icy cold gaze, the little hope in her heart seemed to encounter a severe winter, instantly solidifying into frost, and the air was filled with coldness.

He seemed to have changed his face in an instant. The tenderness and affection he had just shown in Qiu Shui Courtyard was quickly suppressed by him and hidden under his usual calmness and self-control, making people wonder if that moment of tenderness was just an illusion.

"Miss Cui."

His response was indifferent and distant, as if there was an unbridgeable gap between the two of them.

Cui Yunhe forced a smile, but her words were bitter: "I just went to visit Miss Xu. She accidentally fell into the water today, and I was very worried.

It was all because I didn’t take good care of her. I never thought she would have an argument with someone, leading to such an accident…”

"She doesn't like noise to begin with. Don't let her participate in such gatherings in the future."

There was unquestionable firmness in Wen Yinyang's voice, and his coldness revealed an unquestionable desire to protect.

Cui Yunhe's smile froze instantly. She had not expected that Wen Yinyang not only openly protected Xu Cui Rongrong, but also did not mention a word about her dispute with others. This complete protection made her feel cold.

"Yes, I understand."

Just as Wen Yinyang was about to turn around and leave, Cui Yunhe suddenly spoke again: "Luckily a scholar came to rescue today, otherwise Miss Xu would be even more embarrassed if she fell into the water this time. Although a woman's body can be cured by catching a cold, once her reputation is damaged, it is difficult to make up for it."

Wen Yinyang paused, his eyes sharp as a knife, and turned to look at her: "Which scholar?"

"It seems he is an old acquaintance of Miss Xu? When she fell into the water and her clothes were soaked, a scholar in a green shirt suddenly appeared and quickly wrapped her in his cloak, thus avoiding embarrassment."

Someone he knew?

There was an elusive fluctuation in Wen Yinyang's eyes, and a storm was hidden beneath his calm face.

He did not ask any more questions, but turned around and left resolutely, leaving behind the gradually receding back and the gradually deepening distortion on Cui Yunhe's face.

"Don't be impatient. That kind of charming thing is best at seducing men. Mr. Xie will definitely not be fooled by appearances. See its true face!"

Cui Yunhe tried hard to suppress the jealousy in her heart and pretended to be nonchalant: "It's just a toy. I'm the future wife of the Wen family. How can such a role be worthy of my attention?"

"Of course it is. The girl comes from a famous family and would not use cheap means to seduce people. The methods used by the prostitutes in the brothels are only used by people of her family background."

Cui Yunhe raised her chin proudly and left the Wen Mansion with graceful steps, as if she wanted to leave all the unhappiness and frustration behind.

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