MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 150: The truth that was never heard

Chapter 150: The truth that was never heard

Zhao Yan’s fingers lingered against her cheek, his touch featherlight yet undeniably firm. His warmth seeped into her skin, and for a brief moment, she forgot to breathe.

Hua Jing stiffened.

She needed to move.

She had to move.

But her body betrayed her.

Her heart, her mind, her very soul were at war.

She had spent years telling herself that she hated him.

She had built her walls so high, reinforced them with steel, and refused to let herself feel anything beyond resentment.

And yet—

Now, in the quiet vastness of this moment, with his golden eyes gazing into hers so gently, so intently—

She could no longer deny the truth.

She had always loved him.

She had never stopped.

The realization terrified her.

Her emotions had metastasized into something even greater than before, something that left her feeling raw and exposed.

But she couldn’t accept it.

Because no matter what her heart screamed, no matter what the warmth of his touch made her feel—

He was still Fu Jing Rong.

The man who had broken her.

The man who had spoken those words.

The man who had made her feel like nothing more than an unfortunate accident in this world.

She clenched her hands into fists at her sides.

She had to move.

With a sudden breath, she jerked back, pulling herself out of his reach.

Zhao Yan let his hand fall, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—those golden, burning eyes—never left hers.

Hua Jing swallowed hard, her lips parting before she even realized she was speaking.

"Why?"

Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to meet his gaze.

"Why did you say those words back then?" she whispered. "Why were you so cruel to me?"

Her voice cracked at the end, but she didn’t care.

She had held these words inside her for so long.

She had buried them deep, refused to acknowledge them, refused to let herself think about them.

But now, with him standing here before her, the question clawed its way out, demanding to be answered.

Zhao Yan’s gaze softened, and for a moment, an emotion she couldn’t quite name flickered in his eyes.

Hurt?

Regret?

Pain?

She didn’t know.

But she did know that he had been expecting this.

As if he had been waiting for her to ask.

He exhaled slowly, his voice quieter this time.

"That day... you overheard me, didn’t you?"

Hua Jing didn’t nod.

She didn’t blink.

She just whispered the same question again, her voice laced with desperation.

"Why did you say those words that day?"

Zhao Yan took a step closer.

She didn’t move away this time.

With deliberate care, he lifted his hand once more, his thumb brushing away the tear that had slipped down her cheek.

"You only heard the first part of it," he murmured.

Hua Jing’s breath caught.

What?

Zhao Yan’s voice was steady, but his grip on her face tightened just slightly, as if willing her to listen.

"You didn’t listen to the second part," he repeated.

She stared at him.

A second part?

There had been more?

Hua Jing’s chest rose and fell rapidly.

No.

No amount of excuses, no second part, no anything could erase what he had said that day.

The words had already been carved into her heart.

But Zhao Yan didn’t look away.

And then—he said it.

The same words she had heard that day.

The words that had shattered her.

"She is an illegitimate daughter. Did you really expect her to last?"

Hua Jing flinched.

Even now, years later, the words hit just as hard.

But Zhao Yan wasn’t done.

He took another step forward, his voice unwavering as he continued.

And suddenly—

Hua Jing wasn’t in the present anymore.

She was back there.

Back in that hallway.

Back in that moment.

And this time—

She heard it all.

---

Fu Jing Rong had been standing across from the female lead, his arms crossed as he spoke.

His voice had been casual.

Nonchalant.

As if none of it had mattered.

As if she hadn’t mattered.

And then, after those damning words—

The female lead’s lips curled into a triumphant smile.

"Exactly," she had said. "So why do you waste your time with her?"

Fu Jing Rong’s gaze had flickered.

And then—

His voice turned cold.

Sharpened.

And the next words he spoke were nothing like the ones before.

"Are those the words you wanted to hear from me?"

The female lead’s smile wavered.

Fu Jing Rong’s lips curled slightly, but there was no warmth in the gesture.

It was mockery.

Disdain.

"You thought that’s what I believed?" he said. "That I agreed with the nonsense people spew about her?"

The female lead’s expression stiffened.

Fu Jing Rong took a slow step forward.

"Hua Jing—whether she is illegitimate or not, whether the world calls her dirty or not—she is the only person I will ever care for in this world."

The woman’s face fell.

Fu Jing Rong’s voice did not waver.

"Do you think I care about the rumors?" he continued. "No."

There was something dangerous in his eyes now.

"Because the only person I care about is her. And her alone."

The female lead paled.

Fu Jing Rong exhaled, his patience wearing thin.

"So," he said smoothly, "you can stop your delusions now."

---

She had never heard that part.

Hua Jing’s lips parted, but no sound came out.

She blinked rapidly, her mind racing, her body frozen in place.

Zhao Yan repeated those words now, sentence by sentence, word by word, letting them settle in her ears, letting her hear what she had never heard before.

And when he finished, his hands moved, gently cupping her face.

He tilted her chin just slightly, forcing her to meet his gaze.

The golden warmth in his eyes burned into her, unraveling everything she had held onto for so long.

"I am sorry," he whispered. "I am sorry you misunderstood me all this while."

His thumb brushed against her cheek again, his voice softer now.

"But, Hua Jing—"

His next words were a whisper, a confession, a truth he had always known.

"How could I ever want anybody else other than you?"

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