Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 223: You’re So Foolish, Why Didn’t You Dodge?
"Why did you do such a deranged thing? Why did you harm me? Pang Shuangyue, I will kill you, I will kill you, you bitch, I want you to die miserably!!!"
Long Yue cried out, tears streaming down her face, her makeup ruined, but still desperately struggling, trying to break through the blockade of several servants and rush inside to strangle the woman in the bright red wedding dress.
"Sister Yue, calm down, calm down! The truth is already clear now, the stains on you have been washed away, you... you don’t need to act like this!"
Yang Zhuoya saw that things were not right, and hurriedly came forward to stop and persuade, but Long Yue’s eyes were already red, almost going mad!
This bitch had framed her so terribly, she wanted to kill her!
Long Yue’s eyes were full of killing intent, even biting the arms of those servants preventing her, the whole person like a mad dog!
"Yue’er!"
Just as Long Yue was about to act even more crazily, Li Qingmu appeared, went up to hold her, persuading her.
"Yue’er, calm down, don’t be agitated..."
"Go away, I don’t want you meddling, this bitch, she framed me, ruined my reputation and marriage, I want to kill her to relieve my hatred, ah!"
"Yue’er, listen to me, the past is gone, don’t recall it anymore, okay? It will only hurt you!"
Li Qingmu held her tightly, earnestly persuading, his expression immensely sincere.
Long Yue was stunned, then let out a cold laugh, "Let me forget the past? No, impossible! My life is ruined, I... I want to ruin her too!"
"Yue’er, you have me now, I will treat you well, forget the past, okay?"
"Go away!" Long Yue suddenly pushed him away, shouting angrily, "Li Qingmu, who cares about you? What are you? A useless country bumpkin, if I hadn’t fallen into poverty back then, how would I have married you? These two years I showed you some kindness, and you really think you’re something?"
Li Qingmu looked at her in surprise, slightly opening his mouth, as if he had a thousand words to say, but ultimately became silent.
Long Yue sneered, looking at him disdainfully: "I should have been Young Madam of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, should have been lofty, the one admired by all, should have been me! In the end, I married you! No three pieces of Sixth Rank, no red makeup sedan chair, nothing! I pitifully married you, this lowly man!"
Silence surrounded them, the people gradually dispersed, some letting out mocking smiles, finding this couple’s conflict far more interesting than their wedding.
As for those servants, they had long retreated under Prime Minister Pei’s signal.
Li Qingmu became the focus, only unfortunately, it was the focus of tragedy.
He gulped, attempting to reach for Long Yue’s hand, trying to pull her back to his side, but Long Yue swung her hand at his face instead!
"Smack!"
In the silence, this slap sounded so ethereal!
Everyone was dumbfounded!
Long Yue’s pupils slightly contracted, staring at the man who had been struck, slowly turning his head.
"Yue... Yue’er..."
He spoke with difficulty, his voice bitter.
Long Yue dared not look at him again, turned to look at Pei Jinheng, her eyes full of affection.
"Jinheng..."
She murmured softly.
Pei Jinheng’s eyes slightly narrowed, his brows furrowed.
What’s wrong with Yue’er today? Even if dissatisfied with Li Qingmu, no matter how affectionate towards himself, shouldn’t appear so blatantly, what was he supposed to do?
If he responded to her tenderness, wouldn’t it say that he, like her, was also a heartless, indifferent person?
The current him still needed a good reputation for cover, so this "Jinheng," he couldn’t answer!
Pei Jinheng took a deep breath, coldly said: "Mrs. Li, now that you are a married woman, there’s no possibility between us!"
This answer was quite fair, not appearing too heartless, yet clearly refusing her affections.
After speaking, he looked up again, seeing Long Yue bite her lip, looking at him mournfully, and with a soft sound, fainted.
"Yue’er!"
Li Qingmu shouted, rushed up to hold the fallen Long Yue.
This action aroused sympathetic yet helpless looks from countless others.
His own woman, publicly expressing that her heart belongs to another man, and even slapping him in humiliation, this was clearly being cuckolded, yet he still cared so much for this woman, what a tragedy!
"Tch, pitiful people must have hateful aspects!"
Huang Hua and Liu Yi happened to be present today too, Huang Hua shaking his paper fan, seeing Li Qingmu’s embarrassed state, felt an unspeakable comfort rush to his head, a slip of the tongue, these words came out naturally.
Li Qingmu held Long Yue, turned his head to glare viciously at him, but said nothing further, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
His behavior clearly showed a guilty conscience, immediately drawing Huang Hua and Liu Yi’s laughter.
Pang Wenzheng watched them leave, let out a cold snort at the corners of his mouth.
"Two drama queens!" Then looked at He Laosan, pointed at him, said, "Come, beat this nonsense-speaking man to death!"
He Laosan bounced up three feet, screaming miserably: "Ah ah ah, court officials want to silence me, want to kill recklessly, under the Emperor’s feet, someone wants to cover the sky with one hand, help—"
Instantly, Pang Wenzheng’s face turned dark.
"Get him out!"
The people of the Third and Seventh Prince were there too, Pang Wenzheng didn’t want to cause trouble, waved his hand, had no choice but to order someone to chase He Laosan out of the mansion.
Prime Minister Pei woodenly watched this farce from start to finish, finally waved his hand: "Send them to the bridal chamber!"
He planned to accept this marriage!
After all, if he easily annulled it now, that would be admitting everything two years ago, should he—Pei—still care about his face?
Though after many twists and turns, Pang Shuangyue fulfilled her wish of marrying Pei Jinheng, whether she would be happy in the future, that was unknown.
...
Li Qingmu carried Long Yue onto the carriage, returned all the way to the General Mansion.
Cao Yin had left half a month ago, the Emperor sent trusted eunuch Chen Zhong to escort him, which was a great honor.
Currently, the vast General Mansion only held Li Qingmu and his wife, and brother-in-law Cao Jing.
Long Yue had not fainted, she was pretending, so along the way she obediently acted like a little lamb, curled up in Li Qingmu’s embrace.
Arriving at the General Mansion, Li Qingmu carried Long Yue off the carriage, entered the room all the way, gently placed her on the bed.
Long Yue got up, reached out to touch Li Qingmu’s left cheek, where it was red with a small handprint.
Long Yue looked remorseful and self-blaming, with some reproach: "Idiot, are you stupid? Why didn’t you dodge at that time?"
God knows that this slap landed firmly on Li Qingmu’s face, Long Yue herself was stunned, followed by boundless regret and heartache, this fool, wouldn’t even dodge or directly restrain her?
He clearly could have!
This person... ah!
