Chapter 577: 514 He snatched my person, I’ll make sure he has no descendants!
"I need a word from Lu Xiaoer."
Zhongli Wuzhi’s voice had already dropped below freezing point.
His narrow eyes were emitting a cold, icy light.
Lu Xiaoer curled up, her face held in Song Jing’s embrace, and she couldn’t see Zhongli Wuzhi’s expression at all.
"No, it’s not... not... not..."
She could only repeat these two words over and over, even those words trembling uncontrollably as they came out.
"Not... not..."
"Lu Xiaoer, you and him... how many times?"
"..."
Lu Xiaoer was completely stiff.
The mumbling in her mouth stopped in an instant.
What did Zhongli Wuzhi... say?
"Looking at you two, it doesn’t seem like it was the first time either..."
Lu Xiaoer bit her lower lip, her eyes open, listening to Zhongli Wuzhi’s words, and she felt as if her heart was being brutally torn apart.
"Well, since you refuse to answer that question, I’ll just ask a different one."
Zhongli Wuzhi took a deep breath,
"Was it before we broke up, or after?"
"Zhong, Li, Wu, Zhi..."
Lu Xiaoer almost gnashed her teeth as she spit out these words.
"The situation has already gotten to this point, I think there’s no need for you to keep pretending in front of me, right?"
"..."
Lu Xiaoer just stared, feeling her tear ducts collapse, tears falling silently and continuously like an open faucet.
"Song Jing, was it before or after I hurt you?"
When Zhongli Wuzhi saw that Lu Xiaoer wouldn’t answer, he turned to Song Jing.
Song Jing took a deep breath,
"After."
"Very good."
Zhongli Wuzhi smiled.
He walked up to Song Jing and suddenly yanked him down with force!
Song Jing was startled by the strength of Zhongli Wuzhi’s grip.
He was thrown to the ground, and then,
"Ah—!"
Song Jing let out a pig-like scream, a forceful scream that made the listener’s heart nearly leap out.
Lu Xiaoer’s eyes were wide as she saw Zhongli Wuzhi stepping on Song Jing’s lower body.
"This young master told you not to touch what’s mine. Since you’re looking for death, I won’t be polite."
"Ah—! Ah—!"
Song Jing, clutching his lower body, twisted in pain, completely out of breath.
Zhongli Wuzhi turned and pulled at the blanket, throwing it directly onto Lu Xiaoer,
"I’m sorry. But as you said, I was never naturally magnanimous. He took what’s mine, and I’ve ensured he’ll never have descendants."
"Zhongli..."
Lu Xiaoer wanted to slowly turn over, murmuring these two words.
She wanted to say something else, but Zhongli Wuzhi had already turned and left.
He looked at everything set up in the living room...
A candlelit dinner, rose petals scattered on the carpet... Blue Roses, tulips...
Zhongli Wuzhi stood there, tears silently falling.
He took a deep breath, picked up the big bunch of white roses he’d brought, all ninety-nine of them, and walked out with them.
Among the roses, there was a Crystal Grass; he’d hung the Diamond Ring on it.
He had thought the entire afternoon about what to prepare.
He had it all planned, this time he was definitely going to teach Lu Xiaoer a lasting lesson, and if she didn’t coax him properly, he’d never forgive her.
But...
He was truly afraid, afraid that he was being too dramatic and would drive Lu Xiaoer away again.
So...
What mattered wasn’t what Lu Xiaoer was going to give him, but that he had to take this opportunity to make his feelings clear to her.
He wanted to marry her, it was that simple.
Not only did he want to marry her, but he wanted to do it with a grand procession that would shake the entire Anlin City to its core.
It turned out that tears really could explode into splashes when they hit the ground.
Towards Lu Xiaoer... Zhongli Wuzhi was left with nothing but disappointment.
...
He sat alone by the river, with the ninety-nine roses beside him looking so vibrant.
Yet, they seemed to be mocking him at this moment.
He bent over, hands hanging over his knees, and yanked at the collar of his shirt—though the collar wasn’t tight, it felt like it was choking him, making him unable to breathe.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Song Jing riding atop Lu Xiaoer.
He had agreed to meet at eight o’clock, but he simply couldn’t wait so long; by seven-thirty, he was already downstairs, thinking that arriving too early would make him seem too eager.
Yet, after waiting an extra ten minutes, he couldn’t stand to wait any longer.
He couldn’t wait another minute, another second.
But who would have known that upon entering the hotel room, he would be greeted by such an erotic scene? If he had arrived at eight, maybe the main event would have already been over.
Zhongli Wuzhi covered his face with his hands, took deep breaths, over and over...
Unable to swallow his pride, he stood up and threw a huge bunch of roses into the river!
"Ah—!"
Zhongli Wuzhi bellowed toward the river, tears streaming down his face with the wind, unstoppable!
The person he cherished so much, the person he liked and adored...
Had already become someone else’s without his knowledge!
He knew he was experienced; it was unreasonable to expect Lu Xiaoer to be his first...
But even if Zhongli Wuzhi was utterly despicable, even if she, Lu Xiaoer, had fallen for someone else, still... did she need to do this? Was it necessary?!
Zhongli Wuzhi trembled with anger all over.
A man of over one meter eighty, standing by the river, cried like a child.
His eyes were red and swollen from crying, his chest felt as if a piece of flesh had been ruthlessly carved out.
"Lu Xiaoer... Lu Xiaoer..."
He called out her name, unsure of what emotion to use.
Pedestrians walking by saw him and muttered under their breath.
"Never seen a man get cucked! Why mutter about it?!"
Zhongli Wuzhi turned around and roared at a young couple.
The young couple was startled; the man was about to step forward to argue with Zhongli Wuzhi, but the woman quickly pulled him back,
"He’s already been cucked, what’s the point of getting in his face... just let it go."
"Right."
The man agreed, and the young couple hurried away.
Zhongli Wuzhi sat on the railing by the river, his buttocks resting on one of the rails, his legs bent, resting on the central rail, and the cold river breeze blew fiercely...
But it didn’t sober him up in the slightest.
Tears dried on his face with the blowing wind, drop after drop, endlessly...
He felt wronged.
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Lu Xiaoer struggled to get up from the bed, supporting herself on the wall and inching into the bathroom, where she curled up in the bathtub as cold water showered down upon her.
She sat there blankly, just blankly...
Song Jing in the room had already passed out in pain.
Lu Xiaoer soaked in a cold bath all night, and the effects of the drug gradually wore off after about an hour.
She scrubbed her body over and over, almost peeling off a layer of skin from her arms and neck.
Dawn was breaking.
Lu Xiaoer dressed, thankfully she had brought an extra set of clothes.