I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 375 - 291: Not Lying to You This Time

By the stream, a campfire flickered, and Hong tilted her head, scrutinizing the two humans before her.

"Achoo!"

Gu Lan sneezed violently, wrapping herself tighter in Rong Heng’s outer robe.

Opposite her, Rong Heng, who had taken off his coat and was wearing a moon-white long shirt, remained expressionless. His features were clear and distinguished, calmly adding a piece of wood to the campfire, making the flames burn brighter.

From the moment he fished Gu Lan out of the water, to when he quietly and indifferently applied medicine to the wound on her lower back, to now... he hadn’t said a word to her.

To avoid provoking Rong Heng further, Gu Lan didn’t put her belt back on in front of him but silently tucked it where he couldn’t see.

Gu Lan touched her lower back, recalling the sensation of lying prone for him to apply the medicine, her face flushed.

Since Rong Heng remained silent, Gu Lan simply warmed herself by the cozy campfire, leaned cautiously against the tree trunk, her hands clasped behind her head, bathed in the watery moonlight, feeling somewhat sleepy.

She didn’t know what Rong Heng intended to do, nor did she dare to ask.

Just as Gu Lan was about to fall asleep, a chill crept up her neck. She looked up to find Rong Heng staring coldly at her—she felt that if she really fell asleep, he’d definitely take the chance to assassinate her.

To prevent being assassinated, Gu Lan asked softly, "Brother Hang, are you calm now? If you’ve calmed down, we can talk. We’ve been brothers for so long, don’t—"

"Brothers?" Rong Heng looked up at her, his eyes tinged with red.

"I spit, I was wrong! It’s sisters, siblings, whatever you want!" Gu Lan admitted her mistake without hesitation.

Rong Heng stared at her, his breathing suddenly heavy, and forcefully pushed her to the ground.

Then, because he pressed on Gu Lan’s wound, he had to let go of her two seconds later.

"Brother Hang, you’re so kind." Gu Lan got up from the ground, feeling deeply touched, not expecting Rong Heng to still care about her wound at such a time.

Rong Heng sneered, his gaze mocking, and asked sarcastically through gritted teeth, "You were wrong? How could you, Gu Lan, be wrong? You’re never wrong."

Gu Lan: "That sounds familiar—"

"Shut up," Rong Heng growled, his eyes cold and deep, "Gu Lan, you’ve been deceiving me all along. If I hadn’t stumbled upon it today, how long were you planning to keep it from me, until I died?"

"No way, I’ll tell you at the next big vic... victory—" Gu Lan hugged her belt tightly, answering softly.

Rong Heng shouted again, "Shut up!"

Gu Lan: "You asked me."

"I didn’t ask for your answer," Rong Heng’s breathing grew heavier, his dark eyes like a swirling vortex, captivating and soul-stealing, "Promising to marry a hundred concubines, lying to me, you threatened me."

"I..."

"Saying you wanted to become sworn siblings, treating me like a brother, was also false."

"No, I..."

"So, Nan Shiqi should know your identity, and Dingyuan Marquis and the Marchioness probably know too. They all know, yet you kept it from me."

Gu Lan wanted to say that Xie Yun also knew, but a sudden flash of insight stopped her.

"When I suspected Xie Yun was a woman, you treated it like a joke. When I suspected your identity, you still hid it from me... Gu Lan, do you think making a fool of me is fun, that it’s entertaining? Be a person!"

Gu Lan lowered her head, acknowledging her mistake.

"Hmm, I’m not a person."

"Do you know how much I doubted myself, thinking I was crazy? Do you know how many tales of homosexual love I read for you, how much courage it took to finally convince myself... to like a man? And now you tell me you’re a woman?"

Rong Heng clenched his fists, moonlight reflecting in his eyes, turning them watery, his eye corners tinged with a thin layer of blush.

The youth looked at her, lips tightly pressed, eyes red, almost crying from grievance.

"I really was wrong, Brother Zichan, if you cry, I’ll cry with you," Gu Lan’s voice was more sincere than ever, her eyes reflecting the watery light.

Rong Heng’s breath hitched, he lowered his eyes, his tone gradually subdued:

"Gu Lan, you liar, you’re quicker than anyone to admit your mistake. You had so many opportunities to tell me the truth, but you didn’t. Why did you come to provoke me, why lie that you liked men, why did I believe the words of someone like you..."

Gu Lan stepped forward and hugged him, burying her head in the crook of his neck.

"I like men, I like you, that, I didn’t lie to you."

She swore with all her might, each word like a vow.

Rong Heng’s body stiffened, he looked down at the person in his arms, and said softly, "But I still suspect you’re hermaphroditic..."

"I’m wrong, I won’t lie anymore, boo hoo..." Gu Lan tried to squeeze out a few tears.

"Your acting now is truly clumsy." Rong Heng’s heart ached and felt sour, as if filled with a piece of cotton, yet he cupped her face, a cool kiss landing on the corner of her lips.

As if confirming whether the scene before him was an illusion.

The familiar scent of osmanthus, the familiar soft touch, the youth finally vented the pent-up emotions in his heart, his eyes bright, more affectionate than the moonlight, "But deceiving me is enough, I’m willing to believe this time you’re telling the truth."

Gu Lan was stunned, the clean and reassuring scent of him filled her nostrils, and after a long while, she nodded blankly, "So, so then?"

Rong Heng held her tightly, his breath falling on her ear and hair, "So since you’ve provoked me, don’t leave. So I can finally face the relationship between us, it’s not a changed nature of feeling, we don’t need to be sworn siblings anymore."

Gu Lan said softly, "I think being sworn siblings is pretty good—"

"Let’s get married."

Rong Heng said calmly, as if discussing a trivial matter.

In Gu Lan’s heart, it was like ten thousand fireworks bloomed in an instant, each one filled with gentle and persistent love.

It was also like a gentle spring rain had fallen, the sun shining down on the world after the rain.

An indescribable feeling, Young Master Gu covered his face, wanting the tough guy to shed tears.

The stream flowed gently at night, the moonlight like washed silver gauze, stars faintly twinkling, everything seemed like a scene only in a book, but he was hers.

Rong Heng released her, added a few more logs to the campfire, looking at Gu Lan’s bright and handsome face under the firelight, his throat suddenly dried.

He lowered his head, "Is your clothing dry? Let’s head back. We can sleep in Mu City tonight and return to the capital tomorrow morning."

"Not, not dry yet," Gu Lan pinched the still-damp hem of her clothing, stammering, "When will you teach me how to use inner strength to dry clothes... and we haven’t eaten Mu City roast goose yet."

Rong Heng still slightly lowered his head, glancing at the moonlit stream, but Gu Lan could see his gaze turn dangerous and deep.

"Rong Heng, what are you going to do? You can’t drown me if you like me this much."

He reached for the short knife at his waist and stood up, "Since we’re not going back yet, just as well, I have many questions I’d like to ask Young Master Gu."

"..."

Not drowning, murder instead?