coobybook Chapter 247 "The only person I have ever loved in this life is Xu Wanwan!"
Chapter 247 "The only person I have ever loved in this life is Xu Wanwan!"
Su Wan'er stormed into the house, her steps hurried, her skirt swaying violently with her movements.
She held the child in her arms, gripping the child's arms tightly, as if it were an outlet for her emotions. The child was pulled painfully and burst into tears, his little face full of grievance and fear, his cries echoing in the room.
Huan'er rushed over upon hearing the commotion, her eyes filled with heartache and worry upon seeing the scene. She spoke cautiously, her voice trembling slightly, "Your Highness, let me carry you..."
Su Wan'er was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it. When she heard Huan'er's words, she didn't think twice and handed the child to her. She even glared at Huan'er fiercely, as if blaming her for meddling.
Then, she turned around abruptly, stood there angrily, her chest heaving violently, clearly still fuming.
Huan'er caught the child steadily, gently patting his back to try and soothe him. She looked down at the tiny life in her arms, her heart filled with helplessness and forbearance.
She knew the princess was furious, so she could only silently endure it all, not daring to utter a sound, for fear of further angering the princess and causing more anxiety for the child.
Before long, it seemed that there really was a mother-child bond, because the little one stopped crying after being gently soothed by the caller.
His little body was still sobbing occasionally, but his big, teary eyes had slowly closed, with glistening teardrops still clinging to his long eyelashes. He fell into a deep sleep in Huan'er's warm embrace, his little face still bearing a trace of lingering grievance, making one's heart ache at the sight.
Su Wan'er sat on the edge of the bed, surrounded by silence, the only sound being her disordered breathing. Her eyes gradually turned cold and ruthless, as if they were poisoned.
She secretly vowed in her heart: "Lin Qianqian, from this day forward, I will never tolerate this again! I will take back everything that belongs to me, and I will make you understand that provoking me was the biggest mistake of your life. One day, I will become the sole master of this Ninth Prince's Mansion, and everything in this mansion will be under my control!"
Night fell, spreading like ink, enveloping the entire Ninth Prince's Mansion in deathly silence. The wind howled, lashing against the window frames with a creaking sound, like the groans of demons.
The withered trees in the courtyard trembled in the wind, their bare branches twisted and clawed, casting mottled shadows under the pale moonlight, like a group of demons.
Su Wan'er sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at the desolate and bleak scene outside the window, her heart growing colder. The wind squeezed in through the cracks in the window, ruffling her hair, but it couldn't dispel the hatred in her heart. "Lin Qianqian, this cold night is like my endless hatred for you."
She murmured to herself, each word filled with piercing resentment, "I will no longer sit idly by and wait for my death. I will repay the pain you have caused me a thousandfold. This Ninth Prince's Mansion will be mine sooner or later."
The tranquility inside the Fourth Prince's mansion was instantly shattered by a series of hoarse and furious rebukes.
Murong Che's eyes were bloodshot, his gaze wide with rage, and he exuded a chilling aura as he approached Xue Xiang step by step, his eyes seeming capable of tearing her to pieces: "It was you! You killed Wanwan! You murderer!" His words were like thunder, shaking the very air.
Xue Xiang's face was ashen, and she frantically waved her hands, her eyes brimming with tears. Her voice was trembling as she rushed towards Murong Che, clutching his sleeves tightly until her nails turned white. "Your Highness~ I... I love you so much~ Your Highness, please listen to me... I was just confused for a moment, I can't live without you!" Her face was filled with fear and pleading, tears streaming down her face, ruining her makeup.
Murong Che's face was full of disgust, and a disdainful sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world. He used all his strength to ruthlessly shake off her hand.
Xue Xiang stumbled and nearly fell. Murong Che's chest heaved violently, his face a mixture of despair and rage. He roared, "Xue Xiang, the thing I regret most is marrying you! From this day forward, our ties are severed!"
"Murong Che!!!" Xue Xiang screamed, her shrill cry piercing the night sky. Her hair was disheveled, she looked like a madwoman, tears streaming down her face as she hysterically roared, "I've loved you since I was little! From the first moment I saw you, you were the only one in my heart! For so many years, you've been my whole world. I'd do anything for you. But no matter what I do, you won't even glance at me! Why does Xu Wanwan get your love? What does she have that I don't? I'm not convinced! I'm not reconciled!"
Her hands waved wildly, as if trying to grasp at the already shattered love. Her face was filled with madness and resentment, yet she was completely unaware of her own mistakes.
Murong Che stood frozen in place, his back to her, his body trembling slightly, whether from anger or grief, he remained motionless for a long time.
Murong Che slowly turned around, his face as cold as frost. His bloodless face seemed to be covered by frost, and his eyes were empty and cold as he stared at Xue Xiang. He approached her step by step, each step heavy as if he wanted to stomp a hole in the ground.
Xue Xiang trembled with fear at his appearance, yet still held onto a sliver of hope. She looked at him pitifully, tears welling in her eyes, her voice trembling with sobs, almost pleading, "Your Highness~"
She raised her hand to touch Murong Che, wanting to salvage their broken relationship, but her trembling hand froze in mid-air before it could even touch him.
"Huh?!" With Xue Xiang's exclamation, Murong Che suddenly reached out and grabbed her neck tightly like an iron clamp.
His eyes instantly became bloodshot, his face contorted with madness and hatred, and he roared through gritted teeth, "Hmph! Love me? You vicious woman, what right do you have to compare yourself to my Wanwan!"
His grip tightened, veins bulging on his arms from rage. "Let me tell you, the only person I, Murong Che, have ever loved in this life is Xu Wanwan. My wife will always be Xu Wanwan!"
"Your Highness, you—ah—" Xue Xiang's face was contorted from being choked. She tried to pry Murong Che's hand off with both hands, her nails turning white, but she couldn't break free no matter what she did.
Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Every word Murong Che uttered was like a sharp knife, piercing her heart, especially the name "Xu Wanwan," which caused her unbearable pain.
The suffocating pain surged like a tide, and Xue Xiang's breathing became increasingly difficult, her throat hissing. Her body struggled incessantly due to lack of oxygen, her legs kicking wildly, but Murong Che's hands were as hard as steel.
At this moment, the physical pain and inner despair intertwined, making her feel like she was dying.
Two lines of desperate tears slid uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, down her face contorted with pain, and dripped onto the cold ground, leaving a wet patch.