Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Looking at the large hand so close to her, Ruan Chuyin hesitated for a moment, then gently touched his wrist like a dragonfly touching the water. But the large hand suddenly reversed itself and tightly grasped her small hand.

The soft touch made both of their hearts beat wildly. When they looked up, Ji Zhiya's eyes flashed with a cunning light.

"The boat is bumpy, Miss Ruan, please stay steady." The gentle words came at the right time, resolving all the awkwardness and temporarily dispelling the doubts that suddenly arose in Ruan Chuyin's heart.

The boat has a slender body with two slightly raised pointed ends. It has an exquisite and beautiful appearance and a simple and unpretentious style.

The bamboo awning was painted black and shone brightly in the moonlight, with the silver shadows shining through it looking like stars that were within reach.

Inside the black tent is a hidden world. The wooden planks are covered with thick bamboo leaf pattern saddles, making people reluctant to step on them.

Three small tables were placed side by side, and six expensive bone china plates were filled with tempting delicacies. Each dish was small in size but very delicate and pleasing to the eye.

"I don't know what you like to eat, so I prepared some according to my own ideas. I hope you will forgive me and don't dislike it." Ji Zhiya led her to a seat and didn't let go of the little hand until the last moment.

"Mr. Ji, you're so polite. It's clearly me who's asking for your help, and yet you're spending money. This meal should be mine." Ruan Chuyin felt a little embarrassed by his politeness. She tilted her head slightly to look out the window, and then she realized that this Sanming-tiled black-sailed boat was a bit special. The tiles inside were exceptionally bright, as if made of a highly transparent colored glass, and they could be opened on both sides. The windows were also hung with thin curtains, providing both warmth and ventilation—very practical.

In the twilight, the black-sailed boat swayed slowly, and layers of ripples spread out on the water. Listening to the sound of the oars, it seemed that time had slowed down.

The man rowing the boat was an old man with his hat pulled down low, revealing only his white hair, so his face couldn't be seen clearly.

The night was like water, the moon washing away the mundane world. Ji Zhiya's eyes followed the beautiful figure, waiting patiently for her to turn her gaze back.

Their eyes met, and the brief gaze made Ruan Chuyin's eyelashes tremble, and she instantly clenched the small hands placed on her chest.

The Sword Immortal was very different today, and the look he gave her was far from innocent from any angle.

"But it's not to your liking? How about I take you somewhere else to dine?" Ji Zhiya stared at her slightly stunned expression, lowered his eyelids, and chuckled.

Ruan Chuyin looked down and found that her bowl was already piled up like a small mountain. She quickly picked up the jade chopsticks and started eating.

Gradually, her thoughts returned, and she began to reconsider the main point of today's discussion. Ji Zhiya didn't seem eager to start the conversation, and she didn't want to initiate it either. Only after her bowl of delicious food was completely devoured did she finally lose patience and ask, "Master Ji, what are your thoughts on the Qingyou Fruit?" Ruan Chuyin felt that since he was willing to disclose it, he must have a price in mind. No matter how outrageous the amount, as long as he was willing to mention it, she would accept it.

But to her surprise, Ji Zhiya just smiled and gave the same answer as before. This was a bit unreasonable.

If that's the case, why didn't you reject her yesterday? Why did you invite her to come and have a chat?

When I was puzzled, I heard a burst of laughter.

Approaching the porthole, the boat that Fu Suiyun boarded was not far away.

There were no lights on the outside of the black-sailed boat, and it was well hidden in the dark night.

Looking around, the noble lady was holding a wine jug in one hand, leaning on Fu Suiyun's shoulder and drinking it sip by sip. Fu Suiyun was hugging her and playing finger-guessing games with two other friends.

They were gambling heavily, and the table was covered with seven or eight large gold ingots and a pile of silver bills. The blinding golden light reminded Ruan Chuyin of the three boxes of gold ingots she had received at her wedding. She suddenly felt the urge to take them out and count them.

"Miss Ruan, do you know anyone on that ship?" Ji Zhiya followed her gaze and noticed the scenery over there.

"I know the man in the light green robe." She replied gloomily and retracted her gaze. The sense of loss in her eyes made Ji Zhiya narrow his eyes slightly and look at the man twice more.

His clothes were gorgeous, his appearance was ordinary, and there was nothing special about him. Compared with Qin Guanzhi and Xiang Yunchi, he was as different as heaven and earth. Was it worth her sadness for such a thing?

"I wonder who that young man is? Your friend?" Ji Zhiya wanted to confirm what he was thinking.

Ruan Chuyin shook her head slightly and said, "He is Fu Suiyun, the richest man in Dayong."

It turned out to be the case.

Ji Zhiya chuckled, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"What are you... laughing at?" Ruan Chuyin turned her head away in confusion. She felt heavy inside and didn't see any point in laughing.

"I was just thinking, you can't judge a book by its cover."

Yes! What's wrong with being plain? After all, her family owns a mine. Now Dongxiang is obsessed with the big gold mine. What should I do? Should I slap her awake or wait for her to realize her mistake?

Ruan Chuyin pondered in her mind, wondering whether she should tell Dongxiang or not, and what she should say.

A woman in love is the most blind, and even ten cows can’t pull her back.

Suddenly, the sound in the air became harsh, like a needle piercing the skin, causing Ruan Chuyin and Ji Zhiya's hearts to tremble violently.

Looking over, I saw Fu Suiyun pressing the woman on the table with his head tilted back, doing unspeakable things passionately, while the other two men stood by and watched intently.

Ruan Chuyin's heart leaped into her throat. She yanked Ji Zhiya over the awning and rushed to save the woman. Ji Zhiya, having never encountered such a situation before, was startled and furious. Just as he leaped to save the woman, he saw the woman pull herself up, embrace another man, and offer him a kiss. Soon, the three of them on the boat were completely immersed in a passionate embrace, oblivious to the world around them.

In the night wind, the two stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the fiery scenes not far away in a disheveled manner, without even breathing.

At this moment, Ruan Chuyin felt that she had never been so angry in her life. She was so angry that she wanted to fly over and kick that scumbag into the water and step on him to the bottom of the river.

Fu Suiyun was far worse and more terrifying than she had imagined. If Dongxiang continued to stay with him, she would probably be eaten alive.

The warmth of her hand brought Ji Zhiya back to his senses. He glanced at the little hand that took his own initiative, the light in his eyes shining brighter than the stars.

As time passed, the boat gradually slowed down and slowly approached the ferry in the north.

Ruan Chuyin snorted coldly and spat, "It seems that you think you haven't had enough fun and want to go to the woods."

Tomorrow, she will definitely brainwash Dongxiang and pull her back from Nantianmen.

"They should be going to the Ghost Market. The other side is the direction of the White Bone Mountain." Ji Zhiya guessed.