MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 151: Let go of everything except him

Chapter 151: Let go of everything except him

Soft petals of rain drifted through the air, catching the glow of the lanterns like falling stars.

The world around them had blurred into nothingness—there was no grand banquet, no watching eyes, no burdens of the past pressing against their chests.

It was just the two of them.

Zhao Yan, standing close, his golden eyes holding hers with unwavering intensity. His warm hands, still cradling her face with a tenderness she had never expected.

And Hua Jing, frozen beneath his touch, feeling the unrelenting tremble in her heart.

She had spent years convincing herself that she hated him.

Years running from the emotions that now threatened to consume her whole.

But in this moment, there was nowhere left to run.

The rain fell in delicate streams, misting the air around them. A single raindrop landed on Zhao Yan’s cheek, tracing a slow path down his face, disappearing into the fine fabric of his robes.

Hua Jing couldn’t look away.

How had they come to this?

How had it taken so long for them to arrive at this moment?

And why... why did it feel like it had always been inevitable?

She exhaled, unsteady.

The warmth of Zhao Yan’s hands against her skin sent shivers down her spine.

"You..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft patter of rain. "You never told me."

His gaze darkened with something unreadable.

"You never asked."

Hua Jing sucked in a breath, her fingers curling into the fabric of her skirt.

He was right.

She had let herself believe the worst.

She had been so hurt, so broken, that she had never once stopped to consider that there might have been more to the story.

More to him.

She had clung to her pain like armor, wielding it against him every time he had come close.

And yet, he had never stopped reaching for her.

The rain thickened, tiny droplets clinging to her lashes, her hair, her lips. The air was thick with something she couldn’t name, something heavy and intoxicating.

Zhao Yan tilted his head, watching her with something dangerously tender.

"Hua Jing," he murmured, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. "What are you thinking?"

She closed her eyes.

I don’t know.

Everything inside her was in turmoil.

Every part of her wanted to pull away, to retreat into the safety of the walls she had built around herself.

And yet—

Yet her body betrayed her.

She leaned into his touch, her heart pounding.

A low breath escaped Zhao Yan’s lips, barely audible, but she felt it more than she heard it.

He had always been patient with her.

Always waiting.

But now... now his patience was wearing thin.

He wanted an answer.

And she—

She wanted him.

Hua Jing inhaled shakily, her hands lifting before she could stop herself.

She touched his wrist.

A simple touch.

Yet it sent fire racing through her veins.

Zhao Yan’s breath hitched, his eyes flickering with something raw, something starving.

"You don’t have to say anything," he whispered. "I just need to know..."

His voice dropped, almost lost in the rain.

"Do you want me, Hua Jing?"

The words sent a shudder down her spine.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Did she want him?

How could she even answer that?

It wasn’t just wanting him.

She had always wanted him.

Even when she had told herself otherwise.

Even when she had hated him.

Even when she had sworn she would never let herself love him again.

But she had never been able to let him go.

Never.

The realization struck her like lightning.

And before she could stop herself—before she could think of the consequences—

She moved.

She rose on her toes, her fingers tightening around his wrist, and pressed her lips to his.

It was soft.

Tentative.

Like a question she didn’t know how to ask.

But Zhao Yan answered it without hesitation.

His grip on her face tightened, pulling her closer, and in the next heartbeat, he kissed her back.

A shudder ran through Hua Jing’s entire body as his lips moved against hers, slow and deep, as if he were claiming her all over again.

As if she had always been his to begin with.

The rain was cold, but he was warm.

His arms wrapped around her, steady and unyielding, as if he were anchoring her to him.

As if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life.

Hua Jing melted into him.

She didn’t fight it.

Didn’t push him away.

For the first time, she let herself have this.

Have him.

The world faded away.

The whispers of the past, the weight of misunderstandings, the scars she had carried for so long—

None of it mattered anymore.

All that mattered was this.

Him.

Them.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads pressed together, the rain clinging to their skin.

Zhao Yan exhaled, his thumb tracing over her lower lip, as if memorizing the feel of her.

Hua Jing’s chest ached.

She didn’t know what to say.

Didn’t know what words could possibly be enough.

But she didn’t need to speak.

Because Zhao Yan smiled.

A soft, real smile.

And when he spoke, his voice was rough, but undeniably certain.

"You’ve always been mine, Hua Jing," he murmured. "Even when you hated me. Even when you thought I had betrayed you. You’ve always, always been mine."

Hua Jing shivered.

Not from the cold.

Not from fear.

But because she finally understood.

Finally knew.

She had spent so long running.

But now...

She had nowhere left to run.

And, for the first time—

She didn’t want to.

She closed her eyes, letting herself lean into his warmth.

Letting herself have this.

Letting herself have him.

And as the rain continued to fall, soft and endless, she finally whispered the words she had been too afraid to say for so long.

"I don’t want to fight anymore, Zhao Yan," she murmured.

His arms tightened around her.

"Then don’t," he whispered back.

And in that moment—

Hua Jing let go.

Of the past.

Of the pain.

Of everything except this.

Except him.

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