Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
As Wang Qianjin spoke, his charming eyes were glowing with an intoxicating gleam. He gently batted his lashes while the corners of his lips turned up mischievously. His face could be compared to a flower, and he looked even prettier than he usually did.
It was undeniable that Wang Qianjin was really born with a gorgeous face.
Yun Bixue blinked several times. In a noble family with a thousand-year history, even if the members of its first generation were hideous, the best genes would be ultimately passed down generations after generations.
Also, why did Wang Qianjin save her? She couldn’t make heads or tails out of it. It was surprising enough that he didn’t take the chance to kill her.
“What, cat got your tongue? Have I dazzled you too much?”
“Young Master Wang is indeed gorgeous, but it’s a pity that I won’t be drawn in by your looks. Besides, why should I believe a single word that comes out of your mouth?” With a defiant gaze, Yun Bixue tilted her head up and looked at Wang Qianjin in the eye.
“Wonderful. Just wonderful.” Wang Qianjin rubbed his nose. He thought that he had done something great, but his actions were being doubted instead. This was such a weird feeling.
Yun Bixue noticed that Wang Qianjin’s teasing smile had gradually turned into a frown. His eyes were glittering like red rubies, spreading out in a way that made them appear like a red spider lily. He was, indeed, charming.
Her gaze wavered as she calmed herself down. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Two days, but that’s expected. Your head was bleeding due to the explosion. I had thought that if you were to lose your memories, I would pretend to be your husband. That way, we can be lovey-dovey…”
Yun Bixue had a sudden urge to slap Wang Qianjin, but she held herself back. Clenching down on her jaw, she said, “Disgusting! Shameless!”
Wang Qianjin waved his index finger. “No, no. Don’t say such rude words to your savior. You didn’t lose your memories, right? My plans have obviously been foiled.”
Wang Qianjin even pretended to be disappointed, and this made Yun Bixue’s fury burn even brighter.
She didn’t know why, but just a few words from Wang Qianjin could rile her up. She scoffed, “It looks like Young Master Wang has been watching too many dramas. Those are just TV shows, so don’t confuse reality with fiction.” Despite saying this, Yun Bixue still felt lingering fear. What if… What if she really lost her memories and couldn’t recall anything? What if Wang Qianjin had told her that he was her husband?
No, no… No way… Yun Bixue shook her head vigorously. She wouldn’t allow that kind of thing to happen. She could only be close to one person—Xie Limo. No one else could ever replace him.
Seeing how Yun Bixue was firmly shaking her head and how her eyes glistened, Wang Qianjin wondered what she was thinking about. He inched closer to take a better look and asked, “What are you thinking?”
How could she lose her focus when a handsome man like him was standing right in front of her? This was something that had never happened before.
One could say that every single thing she did, along with the look in her eyes, had completely overturned Young Master Wang’s understanding of women.
Yun Bixue was different from the myriad of women around him. She was very unique, and since she was so special, he couldn’t bear for her to die so soon. He wanted to have more fun. It was a pretty interesting experience for him.
However, rescuing her hadn’t been an easy feat—he had almost broken his leg. He harbored all sorts of wishful thinking in his head at first, but he never expected her to be so hard-hearted. She was not moved at all.
Yun Bixue looked at his face that was coming closer and closer. She hurriedly took several steps back, but she moved too quickly and almost fell over. Wang Qianjin broke her fall, and she landed in his embrace.
In an instant, Yun Bixue delivered a slap on his face.
However, after slapping him, she was taken aback. Staring at Wang Qianjin, who was covering half of his ashen face with his hand, Yun Bixue said in a stuttering voice, “Erm… I didn’t do that on purpose. I… I’m not used to other people getting close to me.”