Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

"This is your palace, this will be your home from now on. Take a look, do you like it?" Yan Jinyu said with a smile.

Chu Yun shook her head. "What nonsense are you talking about! This is not my home. My home is the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence!"

Where is Jane? I need to see her.

Yan Jinyu's smile froze. "Don't mention him in front of me!"

His suddenly raised voice startled Chu Yun.

Yan Jinyu breathed a sigh of relief. "Ayun, I'm sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn't have talked to you like that."

I beg you, forget Wang Jianzhi, don't think about him anymore, and stay with me.

Chu Yun remained unmoved by his pleas.

"I don't want to stay here, I want to go find Jane."

She went to bed barefoot and walked straight to the door.

Yan Jinyu stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"A-Yun, you can't go back. In the eyes of the world, you are already a dead man. The Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion has even hung up white cloth! How can you go back? Don't leave, stay and keep me company, okay?"

Chu Yun's struggling movements suddenly stopped.

"You sent those people!" This was an accusation, not a question.

Yan Jinyu hadn't intended to hide it from her. "Yes, only in this way can you come back to my side."

Tears streamed down her face as Chu Yun cried out in anguish, "You're a madman!"

"I'm insane. I've been insane ever since you married Wang Jianzhi!"

Watching you gradually fall in love with Wang Jianzhi and abandon me little by little is like being slowly tortured to death!

Ah Yun, I love you. Please, have pity on me and stay, okay?

Yan Jinyu pleaded in a low voice.

Chu Yun closed her eyes and let the tears fall.

"But I don't like you anymore. I like Jane."

Upon hearing Chu Yun admit that she liked Wang Jianzhi, Yan Jinyu felt as if she had been pierced by a thousand arrows, and her eyes instantly turned red.

"I will make you fall in love with me again." A mad glint flashed in his eyes as he pulled Chu Yun even tighter around him.

*

Lady Zhongyong was killed by robbers, and many guests came to pay their respects on the day of her funeral.

In the mourning hall, Qingyuan cried so hard she almost fainted.

Cui Siwan, Gu Huiyan, Shuyue, and Shuya also wept uncontrollably.

Although the funeral was chaotic, it proceeded in an orderly manner under the guidance of the Xie family.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jianzhi, who had been indifferent to the funeral and had locked himself in his room ever since Chu Yun's death, suddenly came out.

He walked into the mourning hall with his hair disheveled, reeking of alcohol, and carrying a wine jug.

When Minister Xie saw him like this, he frowned deeply.

"Go back now! Ah Yun's funeral is today, you can't cause trouble here!"

Upon hearing Chu Yun's name, Wang Jianzhi's cloudy eyes brightened slightly. "A-Yun, where is A-Yun? I just dreamt that she disappeared. Uncle, is she angry with me? Is she deliberately avoiding me?"

Ah Yun listens to you the most. Please help me persuade her, tell her I miss her! Beg her to come out.”

Minister Xie avoided Wang Jianzhi's bloodshot eyes and said sadly, "Jianzhi, A-Yun will not be coming back."

Wang Jianzhi abruptly released Xie Shangshu's hand, "You're talking nonsense! A-Yun is just angry with me, she'll come back! Don't lie to me."

He smashed the wine jug, muttering, "She will definitely come back!"

Then, as if possessed, he shoved around among the guests, seemingly searching for Chu Yun.

The guests scattered, fearing he might try to stop them.

Minister Xie ordered his men to capture him, but Wang Jianzhi struggled like a madman. The servants, fearing they might accidentally hurt him, didn't hit him hard enough, and he managed to break free.

He rushed out of the mourning hall, crossed the Marquis's residence, and quickly disappeared.

Minister Xie's eyes were red. "How did things get to this point!"

*

"A-Yun, drink your medicine, be good!" Yan Jinyu said, holding the medicine bowl, half-coaxing and half-persuading.

Chu Yun turned her head away, refusing to look at him, and refused to drink the medicine.

Since waking up that day, she has been crying all day long. Whenever she sees Yan Jinyu, she speaks coldly and sarcastically. In just three days, she has fallen ill again and again, and stubbornly refuses to take medicine. She has knocked over countless medicine bowls in the past few days.

"You need to take the medicine to get better faster. Even if you're angry with me, you should still take care of yourself," Yan Jinyu said helplessly.

Chu Yun said in a muffled voice, "If you let me go back, my illness will naturally get better."

Yan Jinyu's voice turned cold: "Apart from this, I can give you anything else you want."

Chu Yun turned to look at him, "I want to see Jian Zhi!"

"A-Yun!" Yan Jinyu's voice carried a warning, clearly indicating her anger.

Instead of begging for mercy, Chu Yun knocked the medicine bowl out of Yan Jinyu's hand.

Most of the brown medicine was spilled on Yan Jinyu's legs.

"Then I absolutely refuse to take the medicine. You can just wait to see my corpse! If I die, don't forget, you're the one who forced me to my death!"

These words are utterly hurtful!

Yan Jinyu looked at Chu Yun in disbelief. He hadn't expected Chu Yun to hate him so much that she would say such hurtful things.

He opened his lips, but couldn't utter a single word; he only looked at Chu Yun with eyes full of sorrow.

Chu Yun lowered her eyes. "Don't look at me like that. You forced me to do all this."

"Yes, I should have said that. No matter how you treat me, as long as you can calm down and accept me again, I don't care," Yan Jinyu said painfully.

As he spoke, he put his arm around Chu Yun's shoulder, forcing her to look at him.

"Ah Yun, do you really have no feelings for me at all?"

Chu Yun had never seen him like this before—timid, fearful, yet harboring a hidden expectation.

She suppressed the bitterness in her heart, met his gaze, and said, "Yes!"

Yan Jinyu's hopeful gaze shattered.

He forced a smile and said, "It's okay, as long as you're by my side."

He bent down, pressing his cheek against Chu Yun's face, as if embracing all of her.

Warm tears fell onto Chu Yun's face; they were Yan Jinyu's tears. She whispered, "You've really gone mad!"

are you crazy?

Going mad is fine. Going mad will allow me to forget your cold looks and your disgust. Perhaps I can return to the White Horse Temple, to the place where we first met.

From this perspective, going crazy isn't so bad.

It's better than being lucidly insane right now, with my heart aching every time I look at you.

He turned to kiss Chu Yun, trying to silence her lips that kept uttering cold words.

Chu Yun naturally wouldn't let him have his way.

He kept pounding on his shoulder.

Yan Jinyu, on the contrary, held her even tighter.

He didn't know what he wanted to do; he just didn't want to hear those hurtful words. Perhaps only by holding her and kissing her could he feel Chu Yun's presence.

A stinging pain came from my lips; it turned out that Chu Yun had bitten them.

Blood mingled with tears, staining their lips and teeth.

The blood is his, but what about the tears?

Is it hers?

Yan Jinyu suddenly released Chu Yun's lips, opened her eyes, and looked at Chu Yun.

I didn't see any tears in her eyes, only her cold gaze, filled with deep disgust and hatred.

He touched his face and realized it was his tears.

Even now, Chu Yun won't shed a tear for him anymore.

Yan Jinyu suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest.

He released Chu Yun, but before he could speak, he was slapped hard across the face.