Chapter 58: Lover (Part 21)

Chapter 58: Lover (Part 21)

Su Kui was momentarily stunned. So he knew everything.

No wonder...

He was in such a rage; if it was because of this, then it was understandable.

That familiar feeling came flooding back. She remembered how in a past life, there was once a similar occasion. On a whim, she had wanted to cook a bowl of longevity noodles herself for Jun Mo's birthday, but she had vastly overestimated her culinary skills. Not only did she turn the noodles into a paste, but she had also almost burned down the kitchen.

That time, under the pretext of failing to protect her mistress, Lu Yao was dragged to the disciplinary hall by Jun Mo and given a hundred whip lashes, leaving her half-dead when she was carried back.

Su Kui herself had been tied to the bed by Jun Mo and tortured for three days and nights, her throat so hoarse she could barely make a sound. That was the first time Su Kui had ever seen Jun Mo fly into such a rage with her, and the memory remained vivid to this day.

Unable to describe the churning emotions in her heart, Su Kui moved her lips, hesitatingly forcing out two words, "I'm sorry..."

Suddenly, her neck was grabbed fiercely by a large hand. A pair of bloodshot eyes glared down at her, and the grip began to tighten.

As her breath was being stripped away bit by bit, Su Kui did not struggle. She merely gazed at him quietly, tears welling up and spilling from the corners of her eyes.

Looking at her tears, Song Cheng could no longer harden his heart. His large hand slowly slid away.

Closing his eyes in exhaustion, Song Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know, I really want to—I wish I could kill you!" Reason told him that he could no longer keep this woman who had such a profound and unsettling influence on him.

Yet, damn it, he couldn't do it!

"Cough, cough, cough..." Her throat burned with a searing pain. Su Kui slumped against the edge of the bed, coughing heart-rending coughs as her windpipe spasmed tightly.

Guilt gnawed at her heart. She had simply wanted to take a gamble. In the original plot, Han Guoguo's cup of coffee was supposed to have been spilled onto Song Cheng.

That incident was how the two of them became connected, and Song Cheng was gradually drawn to her, right up until the end...

Su Kui clenched her fists. She knew that her method was despicable—it was the very tactic she had once held in utter contempt, yet now she was using it to test a man's heart.

She was afraid. In the script of her past life, Jun Mo had merely been a supporting character. But this time was different; Song Cheng was the male lead!

Under the arrangement of the Lord of Fate, the male and female leads would always meet on various occasions and inevitably become drawn to each other.

She was terrified that, if she wasn't careful, she would lose the man she loved.

Yet she had never stopped to consider that a man who could fall in love with someone else would no longer be the very same person she loved so deeply.

Was this still her? She did not know...

Was this truly the nature ingrained in her bones, or had something changed her?

Her body was already battered, bruised, and reduced to a pathetic state.

Su Kui no longer had the energy to dwell on such thoughts. Yes, ever since she arrived in this world and realized that Song Cheng was Jun Mo, she had lost her true self.

Acting fragile, pretending to be gentle and serene—none of those were the real her!

Looking back, it was nowhere near as free and unrestrained as she had been in her first life. If one day he remembered everything, how would he view her?

Had she truly fallen into a demonic obsession?

Perhaps she had. But fortunately, it was not yet too late. Su Kui slowly curved her lips into a smile—a smile that truly belonged to Su Kui, unbridled and dazzling.

The blood on her bare shoulder was crimson, resembling a wounded butterfly spreading its wings, bewitching and striking.

Song Cheng had no idea how many different facets a single person could possess: obedient, fragile, pale, seductive, radiant, unrestrained...

What kind of feeling was it when all these words were fused together into one single person?

He had once believed that he would probably never truly fall in love with a woman in his entire life, though deep down he still preferred women who were quiet and refined. But after the woman before him appeared—

Everything became about her! Only her! No one else could ever replace her!