Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 479: Love rivals
Reacting swiftly, Jolie sidestepped, her movements fluid and nonchalant. With a calmness that contrasted the chaos around her, she extended her leg, placing her foot in the path of Bi Yu’s oncoming attack. The unexpected obstacle caused Bi Yu to stumble, and her momentum was disrupted.
As Bi Yu crashed to the ground, a guttural scream of anger escaped her lips. The campfire’s glow reflected in her eyes, now filled with fury and frustration. Jolie remained composed, her gaze steady as she watched the scene unfold like it had nothing to do with her.
Bi Yize rubbed his forehead in frustration. His sister was usually calm but anything to do with Qie Xieling made her so ill-tempered and irrational. Bi Yu, seething with anger, rose from the ground, her face flushed with a mix of humiliation and fury. She brushed dirt from her clothes, her eyes never leaving Jolie’s form. The air crackled with anticipation as if a storm were on the verge of breaking loose.
Jolie spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of regret. "Be careful. Watch where you are going."
Bi Yu clenched her jaw and flicked her sleeve before walking away. After she was gone Jolie turned to Bi Yize.
"As for you... hand them over," she said and his brows furrowed. There was no ounce of respect in her voice.
"Don’t overstep your bound," he said and Jolie scoffed before saying,
"I know you want to get with my young master therefore you will do whatever to please him and to do that you have to please me. You can only get to him through me so hand them over."
Bi Yize wanted to teach her a lesson but she was right. If she is upset then Qie Xieling is upset, it was that simple.
"Hand what over?" he asked and Jolie sighed.
"Don’t play dumb. The osmanthus cake. Hand it over," she said looking like a street thug shaking down a kid for his lunch money.
Bi Yize appeared very confused. That’s because he had no idea what she was talking about. "What osmanthus cake? We don’t have any. If you want I can get it for you when we reach the next town but I have no way of getting it right now."
Jolie saw that he was telling the truth. So if Qie Xieling didn’t get the osmanthus cake from Bi Yize, who did he get it from? "Is that what Qie Xieling wants? I will get it for him. I can send someone ahead of us," he said and Jolie replied,
"Never mind." After saying that she walked away.
Meanwhile, Bi Yu dragged a few disciples and went off to the campsite a little further from theirs. They could have stuck together with Luo’s group as they were going to the same place but Bi Yize refused. They would camp here tonight with each camp guarding either entrance of the valley just in case some bandits took advantage.
Bi Yu had changed into a gorgeous red and white dress. Her lips were just as red as her dress and her hair was half pinned up with her engagement hairpin sent to her by Luo Muchen when the marriage was agreed on.
As she approached the campsite her heart pounded with a mix of emotions. The Zi clan disciples were scattered around with bandages while the Lee clan attended to them. They were diligently tending to the wounded, their skilled hands dressing the severe injuries.
Bi Yu’s eyes searched for Luo Muchen. She had dressed up, hoping to make a lasting impression on him. When she spotted him he was sitting at the campsite, silently polishing his sword. His aura felt dark and cold, a stark contrast to her excitement.
Undeterred, Bi Yu approached Luo Muchen her maid servant carrying a tray of items she had brought to help the injured but in truth, she was using it as an excuse. She extended the tray towards Luo Muchen, hoping to catch his attention and spark a conversation. However, he barely reacted his focus seemingly elsewhere.
"Chen-ge," she called out softly her voice dripping with honey, "I thought you would need this."
Bo Ailun knew that Luo Muchen had no interest in speaking to her. She could have been his wife but because of her family’s trickery, they swapped brides. He could understand if the guy didn’t want to even look in her direction.
"I will take that," said Bo Ailun as he accepted her offerings. "Thank you, Young Miss Bi. Always so humble and considerate." His praise only infuriated her further. The person she wanted to be praised by was treating her like air.
Disappointed, Bi Yu sat next to him and as expected Luo Muchen shuffled a little to the side. She pouted her lips before she began to complain. "My brother... he is so annoying. Chen-ge, can I travel with you? After all, we are going to the same place," she said but she got no response from Luo Muchen.
"Should I take your silence as a form of agreement?" she asked as she shuffled closer.
Luo Muchen was especially cold. He replied, "No," swiftly with no second thought.
Bi Yu, "..."
"Why though? I can bring my own carriage," she said but Luo Muchen heartlessly refused. Just as she was venting her frustrations, a sickly woman with a thin dress, stumbled out of a nearby carriage. Her presence immediately caught Luo Muchen’s attention. His brow creased with concern. Rising from his seat, he hurried over to assist her.
Seeing this act by Zi Mixen, Bi Yu couldn’t help but roll her eyes, seeing through the woman’s act. She was weak but not that weak. Plus she wasn’t even wearing a coat knowing how sick she was. If it wasn’t to arouse Luo Muchen’s emotions why else would she even come out of her carriage and walk around with her sickly self her gown slipping down her clavicle?
Zi Mixen was acting pitiful hoping to gain Luo Muchen’s sympathy and attention. The sight of him rushing to her aid only added to Bi Yu’s frustration.
She had hoped for his attention, but it seemed like someone else had already taken his focus and there was going to be serious competition. Who could win against her?
