Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Yingxue curled her lips. âSu Han indeed lives up to being the Regional Princess, quite formidable.â
âMiss, 1 need to learn this technique from Miss Han.â Zhilanâs eyes sparkled.
Giving Su Yurou a taste of her whip was satisfying, but causing her injury and embarrassment was even more enjoyable for Su Yingxue.
Su Yingxue thought there was a saying, âPlaying the innocent card but leaving no escape for the manipulator!â
âSu Yingxue.â
The manâs deep voice resonated with suppressed anger.
Su Yingxue suddenly turned around, spotting Chu Chengye standing there. She replied indifferently, âSeventh Prince.â
About to leave, she disregarded Chu Chengye as if he were air.
Chu Chengye couldnât contain himself and grabbed her hand. âWhat do you take me for? A pawn, a tool to be used and then discarded?â
A hint of surprise flickered in Su Yingxueâs eyes. âYou react quite swiftly.â
As expected of the prince valued by Chu Mingyuan.
âYou!â Chu Chengye grew even angrier. How could he be so spineless and let her use him?
Clearly⦠he didnât need to come today!
However, when the Marquisâs Manor invitation was delivered to him, he couldnât help but be moved.
He cornered Su Yingxue, he was too angry. âWhat do you take me for? Even if you were using me, you didnât write that invitation yourself! After Liu Shulan and her daughter returned, you didnât even cast a glance!â
Su Yingxue looked at him calmly. âBecause youâve lost your value. Donât you understand, Your Highness?â
Chu Chengye took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
He knew!
How could he not know?
âSu Yingxue, is there still a place for me in your heart?â Chu Chengyeâs voice trembled when he asked.
He had to admit, that Su Yingxue had occupied a significant place in his heart. She had gradually taken over.
But as his eyes avoided hers, he dared not meet Su Yingxueâs gaze, afraid of her coldness, afraid of⦠not being in her eyes anymore.
But not looking didnât mean Su Yingxue would spare him.
Breaking free from Chu Chengyeâs hold, she pushed him away. âSeventh Prince, itâs time to wake up. Youâve never been in my heart.â
From the moment she opened her eyes, Chu Chengye had died in her previous life.
This time, he was just one of the people she had to deal with.
âPossess her heart? He is dreaming.â Su Yingxue thought.
âSu Yingxue, Iâll make you regret this!â Chu Chengye growled, bloodshot eyes filled with resentment.
Su Yingxue was supposed to be his!
Disregarding him, as night fell, she stealthily entered the Ninth Princeâs Mansion.
Though she claimed to have infiltrated, she merely scaled a wall and confidently strolled into the Ninth Princeâs Mansion. Then, she barged into Chu Yihanâs room.
There was a hint of dampness in the air, and Su Yingxue caught the fragrance of rain. It was delightful.
Especially when the robust figure of a man appeared before her. His restrained aura mixed with that fragrance. Amid the visual and olfactory collision, Su Yingxue felt sparks in her eyes.
âYour Highness, why arenât you properly dressed?â
She swiftly turned around, tilting her head to prevent a nosebleed..
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