Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 583 - 292: Qingchen, Will You Admit Defeat?_2

Chapter 583: Chapter 292: Qingchen, Will You Admit Defeat?_2

Bai Feiqing never expected the other to have such a move up his sleeve; he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his eyes and couldn’t help but let out a heart-wrenching howl.

He forcefully broke free from his restraints and spewed fresh blood, sending Qu Hongling flying away with a palm strike, his hands frantically covering his eyes.

Blood poured out, staining his ten fingers red.

In excruciating pain, his body curled up, rolling on the ground as if he were a prisoner enduring torture, continuously cursing from his mouth:

"You little bitch, I’ll kill you! I’m going to kill you!"

Qu Hongling, gasping for air, managed to stand up only to collapse weakly back to the ground.

Looking at Bai Feiqing, blood streaming from his eyes, flailing wildly with his paper fan, Qu Hongling seized the opportunity and threw the Phoenix Slaying Sword, piercing his throat.

Bai Feiqing’s body swayed and he fell to the ground.

——

Bits of starlight gradually disappeared under the night sky.

Inside the room, a lone candle burned solitarily, with candle tears piling up, dropping silently.

The woman shed the intricately gorgeous wedding dress as if removing heavy shackles, returning to her past grace and tranquility.

Ran Qingchen leaned quietly by the window, silently looking out into the night.

The previous rage, despair, and sorrow had gradually subsided, carefully suppressed deep within her heart, leaving only bewilderment.

Remembering their every interaction, the woman suddenly realized that each of their emotional touches seemed hasty, as if someone had carelessly dabbed ink on rice paper.

Some bold, some light, whether joy or sorrow, all were like mottled ink, failing to reveal the finer details.

Ran Qingchen rested her forehead gently against the window, closing her beautiful eyes.

As a heavy weariness enveloped her heart, she gradually fell into slumber.

Who knows how long it was before the woman faintly awoke to see a familiar face enter her vision.

The man gazed at her tenderly.

Jiang Mo?

Ran Qingchen was stunned, her eyes suddenly brimming with boundless joy. She was about to get up but then remembered the scene at the wedding. Turning her head away, she said stiffly:

"What are you doing here?"

The man didn’t respond, still watching her with those tender eyes.

Not hearing an explanation from the man for a long time, Ran Qingchen grew angry.

And it was only then that she shockingly realized she was in an unfamiliar environment, in a strange house.

Before Ran Qingchen could gather her thoughts, Jiang Shouzhong abruptly stood up and walked toward the outside of the house.

"My husband!"

Ran Qingchen panicked, quickly reaching out to grab him.

Her palm passed right through the man’s body.

Ran Qingchen was stunned.

She woodenly stepped out of the cottage to find herself within the small courtyard of an ordinary village house.

Kitchen smoke curled up, and the evening glow was like rouge.

Jiang Shouzhong, dressed in plain clothing, stood in the courtyard, looking up at the rooftops.

Ran Qingchen instinctively looked up.

A charming figure in bright red, as vivid as the first flush of dawn, leaned against the fading twilight, radiating brilliance.

"Hong’er, are you hiding on the rooftop again eating the cakes Sister Ye made?"

Jiang Shouzhong asked.

The girl in the red dress pouted her lips: "Not at all."

But the crumb of cake stuck to the corner of her mouth betrayed her actions.

Ran Qingchen stared blankly at this scene.

Is this a scene from the past, between my husband and his sworn sister?

So it turns out... they really were together.

Jiang Shouzhong helplessly said, "Just eat it then, but if you get fat, let’s see who will want you."

Qu Hongling stood on the roof, tiptoeing lightly, and said with a smile, "It doesn’t matter, I have Brother Jiang who’ll want me."

"Who said I would want you? If there’s someone prettier than you, I would definitely marry her."

Jiang Shouzhong scoffed.

Qu Hongling wrinkled her cute nose: "Hmph, I don’t believe that."

"Hand it over."

Jiang Shouzhong reached out his hand.

The girl pretended to be confused: "What is it?"

Jiang Shouzhong said sternly, "I wrote a poem for Sister Ye, did you take that poem?"

"Ah, a poem?"

Qu Hongling widened her bright eyes, "Brother Jiang, you can write poems too?"

Ran Qingchen suddenly remembered that Jiang Shouzhong once wrote a poem for her.

...knowing not of overwhelming cities and countries, for a beauty such as this can seldom be found again.

"Oh, it seems there really is a poem," Qu Hongling pulled out a sheet of paper from her bosom and deliberately read aloud, "Meeting deepens the affection, regret not having met sooner..."

"Hand it over!"

Jiang Shouzhong’s expression was unattractive.

Qu Hongling, clearly tinged with jealousy, wore a mischievous smile:

"Someone’s getting anxious, eh? But this poem is quite good; Ye would definitely like it, much better than the ones someone wrote for me."

Jiang Shouzhong replied helplessly, "I’ve already written ten for you."

"Not enough."

Qu Hongling’s tone carried a hint of coquettishness and resentment.

She raised the rice paper in her hand, speaking softly, "You have to write me a hundred."

"If you won’t, then forget it."

Jiang Shouzhong turned his head and walked away.

Seeing that the man really left in anger, the girl panicked, hastily waving the paper and calling out, "Alright, alright, I was wrong. Here, I’m giving it back to you, Jiang."

Qu Hongling took an unsuspecting step forward, only to accidentally step on a rooftop tile.

Her foot slipped, and the girl lost her balance, falling backward.

"Be careful!"

Ran Qingchen’s pretty face changed as she instinctively reached out to catch her.

A figure darted forward.

It was Jiang Shouzhong, who had rushed over in time to catch the girl in his arms.

Ran Qingchen’s arms remained stiff in the air, watching the couple embrace, feeling inexplicably distant as if she were someone from another world, excluded.

At that moment, she... was indeed left out.

"You always act so recklessly; what if you get hurt?" Jiang Shouzhong scolded.

Qu Hongling knew she was at fault and sheepishly said:

"It was an accident, but I’m not afraid, since Jiang will always protect me."

"You just never learn, do you."

Jiang Shouzhong gave the girl a firm pat on the bottom, which caused her to well up with tears, looking incredibly aggrieved.

The two exchanged playful banter filled with tender affection.

Ran Qingchen slowly clenched her fists.

Her heart felt as if it was being constricted by the heartwarming scene before her, almost leaving her breathless.

Was she really just an outsider?

Jealousy, dissatisfaction... familiar negative emotions surged up once more.

A dark aura lingered around the woman.

"Look, I told you to snack less; you’ve really gotten a lot heavier."

Jiang Shouzhong teased.

Qu Hongling still denied it staunchly: "I really didn’t snack."

Then, a small cake slipped unnoticed from the girl’s sleeve.

Qu Hongling quickly grabbed it.

Seeing that Jiang Shouzhong hadn’t noticed, the girl, while he was distracted, turned her head to the side, stuffed the sweet and crisp cake into her mouth in one go, her cheeks puffing out, almost choking on it.

Watching her ’sister-in-law’s’ cute and comic moment, Ran Qingchen couldn’t help revealing a smile, her eyes softening slightly.

Influenced by this, the dark atmosphere around her also faded quite a bit.

Then, she noticed the poem on the paper at her feet.

Instinctively, she reached to pick it up but a delicate white hand like jade beat her to it, picking up the paper.

Ran Qingchen turned her head to look.

She saw a woman in a white dress with a graceful air.

The side profile of the woman was stunningly beautiful, and the other side of her face was lightly concealed by strands of hair, with faint scars visible.

"Ye!"

Qu Hongling, just after swallowing the stolen cake and seeing the woman’s arrival felt caught red-handed, her cheeks instantly flushed with the color of rouge, appearing somewhat flustered and panicked.

She quickly pointed to the paper in Ye Zhuchan’s hand and said, "The poem Jiang wrote for you!"

Jiang Shouzhong released the girl, speaking somewhat nervously, "Ye, I was just writing it for fun."

Ye Zhuchan looked down at the poem on the paper, her lips moved gently as she read it softly, then smiled, "I really like it; Brother Jiang is truly talented, not inferior to those poets."

Jiang Shouzhong scratched his head, chuckling awkwardly.

Ran Qingchen was seeing this side of her husband for the first time.

Nervous, awkward, joyous, melancholic, hopeful... like a boy who hadn’t grown up, facing his goddess.

Who was this Ye?

Ran Qingchen stared at the woman, her curiosity piqued.

"Alright, the meal is ready; let’s go eat," said Ye Zhuchan with a laugh as she put away the paper.

Jiang Shouzhong and Qu Hongling responded with a "Oh," heading for the main house.

Watching their backs, Ye Zhuchan’s face bore a soft smile, exuding a kind of elder’s affection.

Only after the two had entered the house did Ye Zhuchan sigh subtly, slowly turning her head, looking at Ran Qingchen with a soft voice, "Qingchen, are you going to give up?"