Favoring a Hidden Mistress? Engagement Broken-Chapter 122 - 100

Lu Ziyuan closed his eyes in pain.

His brief life was indeed laughable; he believed himself to be smarter than anyone, strategizing and indulging in the games of the court, manipulating people as if they were pawns.

The beloved girl was already in his arms, yet others refused to allow him to live peacefully, constant assassinations and schemes forcing him to chase after greater power and fame.

He hid his weaknesses well; no one could discover them.

Even the foolish girl herself was deceived.

He always felt he had arranged everything perfectly.

The two women were people from the Lu Family’s second branch, and his Wanwan was the heir’s wife, no one would dare to offend her.

As long as she was willing, she could completely ignore them; no one would disturb her peace.

And the ladies of the Lu Family, to compensate, would only be more lenient to her; her days in the backyard wouldn’t be difficult.

Yet, there were always things he couldn’t predict, like Liu Manrou’s provocative actions, and Lu Xiyao’s cold words.

As well as the subtle admonitions from the ladies of the Lu Family.

If it weren’t for those dreams accompanying her, witnessing all she had gone through, he wouldn’t even know how much grievance this girl had suffered in places he was unaware of.

He realized what a grave mistake was, what regret truly meant, only when everything became irreparable.

During those five years, he lived in torment day and night.

There were too many things to regret; countless times he lamented, regretting why he hadn’t directly taken her to the Northern Border Battlefield.

Why had he left her alone at the Lu Family, letting her endure hardships in the family temple.

The most important treasure should be kept where one can see, within a distance that allows it to be embraced anytime.

She was so pure, without a hint of defensiveness, how could she recognize that others’ kindness might carry lethal malice.

"Wanwan," Lu Ziyuan’s gaze locked on her, giving a tragic smile, "I truly love you, no one will ever love you more than I do."

These words, once deemed weak and clingy, now felt natural to say.

True feelings and intentions, every word drenched in blood.

But Xie Wanqing only felt goosebumps all over.

Such an arrogant person, even at the height of their passion during their honeymoon, he hadn’t uttered a single word of love.

The most outrageous thing he did was hold her in his arms, kiss her repeatedly, silent yet eager to mark her whole body.

Back then, her nature was still somewhat lively; when tired of his kisses, she’d kick and hit him, and he would just hold her tight, bumping her gently.

Most of the time, she’d be so suffocated from his embrace, yet he would keep kissing her.

Even with such intimacy, he never spoke a single heartfelt word.

His expressions of love were also vague, aside from the intense cravings in bed; whenever she felt he wasn’t indifferent to her, he’d quickly do something else to suggest she was imagining things.

But now, he told her.

No one would love her more than he did.

The person opposite had reddened eyes, tears faintly glimmering, Xie Wanqing glanced over and quickly turned her face away.

Her mind was a mess.

Upon first realizing the dreams were real, she had wavered and hated, but those absurd memories were hers alone.

She felt like she was suffering from hysteria, those tragic memories belonging solely to her.

She held onto those painful lessons, wanting to stay away from him.

Facing his questioning, she couldn’t say or do anything.

Because he wasn’t the person in the dream, grievances have their origins; she couldn’t blame him.

But now, he remembered too.

Those dreams were indeed their shared experiences, not her imagination.

The uncompromising resentment and hatred she buried deep in her heart also finally broke free, surging forward.

What did he say?

His beloved was her; from beginning to end, it was only her, while those humiliations and cold treatment she believed in were not true.

He refused to tell her anything, hiding everything, letting her misunderstand, guess, feel heartbroken and desperate.

In the end, he claimed none of those were true.

If these were the truths, then what did her reluctance and hurt amount to?

She even paid her life for it!

Xie Wanqing’s nose couldn’t help but feel sore; she blinked quickly to suppress her tears.

"But I died," she murmured, "Saying these things now is meaningless, Lu Ziyuan, the me who loved you was tortured to death by you step by step."