Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

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Chen Jin felt deeply wronged.

He had not asked to be misunderstood that way either.

He got off the carriage dejectedly.

Yaoyao, who was sitting on the carriage shaft, was puzzled to see this.

What was the matter with Chen Jin?

By right, those two should be cozying up without her in there to disturb them, so why did Chen Jin look so downcast—as if he had been told to get off the carriage?

Had he perhaps done something to make Beitang You angry?

While she was wondering what could have happened, Beitang You suddenly lifted the carriage curtain and yanked her inside.

Caught off guard, Yaoyao fell backward into Beitang You's arms with a startled cry.

With one arm around her waist, Beitang You leaned in and whispered huskily, "Yaoyao, I believe you've misunderstood me."

His warm breath caressed her ear, tickling her, and she hastily clapped a hand over it.

Suddenly realizing how intimate their positions were, she grew uncomfortable. "Don't come so close to me!" she warned in a low voice as she tried to push him away.

This time, however, Beitang You had no intention of letting go.

He felt that if things were to go on this way, he would fail to capture the girl's heart before she left the Yan Kingdom. Therefore, he needed to resort to drastic measures.

"What made you think I'm into men—into that eunuch Chen Jin?" Beitang You was still discomfited by the mention of the matter, and he felt his insides churn. 

"Huh?" Yaoyao gaped at him in surprise. "Don't you?"

"Of course not." Beitang You was utterly exasperated. He had no idea what he had done to bring about a misunderstanding like this.

"Then you…" Yaoyao stared at him in confusion.

"You're the one I have feelings for, silly girl!" Beitang You blurted out.

Stunned by his words, Yaoyao gawked at him in disbelief.

Beitang You rubbed his forehead in vexation. Was it that shocking to learn that he had feelings for her?

His eyes narrowed at the sight of her pink lips—slightly parted due to her shock—and without warning, he lowered his head and kissed them.

Yaoyao's entire body went rigid.

She flushed and widened her eyes as the man's unfamiliar scent filled her mouth, too shocked to react.

Only when she was out of breath did she close her eyes dizzily and slump against him.

Noticing her unusual state, Beitang You quickly let go of her.

Fresh air flooded her lungs, and only then did she regain her strength.

Beitang You glanced down at her and understood the reason for her unusualness right away. This girl had always seemed so clever, so how did she forget to breathe through her nose in such a situation?

A chuckle escaped him, and he tightened his arms around her endearingly.

Yaoyao's cheeks were still scarlet. His laugh only irked her more, further fueling her feelings of dismay and indignation at having lost her first kiss just like that.

She glared at him, close to tears. "How could you force yourself on me?"

Feeling a little guilty, Beitang You reached out and wiped the tears away from her eyes. "I'm sorry, Yaoyao—but I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Although it was a brazen move, he would rather be thick-skinned than watch her leave the Yan Kingdom without doing anything.

Yaoyao turned even redder at his words. She was usually glib-tongued, but right now, she was at a loss for what to say. 

After seething for a while, she glowered at him. "How could you do that? I respected you as a senior figure."

Beitang You was frustrated—being respected by her as a senior figure was the last thing he wanted.