coobybook Chapter 66 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [4]
Chapter 66 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [4]
Jiang Xiyu's eyes were tinged with a faint red, and shimmered with light, as if the snow that had fallen into her eyes had melted into water. Her clear black and white eyes also seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy mist.
Lu Xingye had never looked into Jiang Xiyu's eyes like that before, which made him momentarily stunned.
In his memory, Jiang Xiyu never dared to look him in the eye like that, and never showed such an intimate posture in front of him. Of course, he had never seriously looked at Jiang Xiyu either, because staring at someone of the same sex felt strange no matter how he thought about it.
Long, slightly upturned eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her lower eyelids, and her fair skin... I don't know if it's from the cold or something else.
She looked just as weak and pitiful as when she collapsed in front of Lu Xingye that day.
too weird.
Why did he look like that...?
Cried?
Oh shit.
Lu Xingye frowned deeply, pondering for a long time. After feeling as if he understood the other party's intention, he took a big step back.
He abruptly looked away, his expression one of disgust, as if what stood before him was something he shouldn't look at for too long.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, brother, please forgive me."
The sound that reached the ears became even quieter.
Lu Xingye didn't understand why he, a man, couldn't speak louder and instead acted pitifully, whimpering like a pet about to be abandoned.
"I will never do that again. I really didn't mean to."
As Lu Xingye listened to his increasingly convincing words, the anger that he had finally managed to suppress suddenly surged up again.
"You say you didn't do it on purpose? You fucking shoved your mouth into my face, and you say you didn't do it on purpose?!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly.
housekeeper:"……"
After a long while, a cold, damp wind swept by awkwardly, finally bringing everyone present back to their senses.
After realizing what he had said, Lu Xingye's eyes seemed to burn.
There was nothing wrong with it; we could have just kicked them out.
He was furious about this for two days, and it took him a lot of effort to calm himself down, forcing everyone who witnessed it that day to grit their teeth and pretend that nothing had happened.
He would still be the noble eldest son of the Lu family, but now that Jiang Xiyu has made such a fuss, he has revealed the truth himself.
Fortunately, all the servants had left, and now only the butler and the two of them remained.
Otherwise, Lu Xingye might just tear the roof off the Lu family's house.
He glared at Jiang Xiyu with resentment, as if Jiang Xiyu had forced him to make some terrible mistake or stain him with some dirty mark.
Lu Xingye pointed angrily at the door: "Get out of here! Get out!"
This didn't seem to quell his anger at all, so he started smashing everything he could find around him.
The butler and Jiang Xiyu stood there silently, watching him smash things as if venting his anger.
Finally, when he got tired of smashing things, Jiang Xiyu thoughtfully poured him a glass of water and brought it to him.
Lu Xingye: "..."
Jiang Xiyu held the water glass and, as considerate as ever, said softly to him, "Have some water, you must be very tired."
Lu Xingye: "..."
He suddenly raised his hand and knocked the water glass out of Jiang Xiyu's hand, his voice so angry it sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat: "Are you sick? Can't you understand human language?"
The water glass shattered on the ground.
Jiang Xiyu was silent for a moment, then said, "I will leave, I will leave right away. I just want to apologize to you. As long as you forgive me, I am willing to do anything."
His eyes revealed determination and an unprecedented stubbornness.
It seems that as long as Lu Xingye forgives him, he will do anything.
Lu Xingye was lost in thought for a moment.
His gaze then turned seriously to the person in front of him, who was quite different.
Those clear, black and white eyes should have held a wary, fearful look towards him, not the stubborn, resolute look they held now. It was something Jiang Xiyu had never shown before; it was abrupt, like bamboo shoots emerging from a pile of mud.
"If you think of anything, just tell me."
Lu Xingye scoffed dismissively, his tone contemptuous: "No need."
Having received his answer, Jiang Xiyu stopped pressing the matter. After politely nodding to the butler, he turned and left.
The figure stood tall and straight, showing no sign of lingering.
Lu Xingye stared at Jiang Xiyu for a long time, which was rare for him. After realizing what was happening, his face darkened again. Although he was still very displeased, it was much better than when he was furious just now.
He felt that what happened today was completely different from what he had expected.
This feeling of being unable to control things made Lu Xingye feel extremely uncomfortable.
He pursed his lips, his throat dry. He wanted to call someone to pour him a glass of water, but his gaze fell on the water stains on the floor. He then remembered that he had knocked away the water that Jiang Xiyu had handed him.
Lu Xingye's expression was somewhat complicated.
This complexity stems from Jiang Xiyu's excessive understanding of him.
Yes.
Most people would avoid him if they saw him get angry, wishing they could stay far away.
But they would never know that after Lu Xingye vented his anger, his throat would feel extremely uncomfortable, and he would really want to drink water.
Nobody knows.
Only Jiang Xiyu...
It was precisely because of this word "only" that the coldness and irritation in Lu Xingye's eyes became even more apparent.
He stepped over the shards and went to pour himself a glass of water.
Behind them, the butler, who had witnessed everything, quickly processed Lu Xingye's self-inflicted words, "Put your mouth close to my face."
He thought that Jiang Xiyu might have accidentally offended the young master, which was why the young master was so angry.
The butler sighed, not even considering that possibility.
He glanced at the time on his watch and thought that it was already so dark outside, and it was winter. If Jiang Xiyu went out like this, she would definitely catch a cold. So he decided to go and stop Jiang Xiyu from leaving.
Lu Xingye didn't speak or stop him; he simply tapped the rim of the water glass lightly with the tip of his finger.
He didn't really believe that Jiang Xiyu would dare to leave so late.
But when the butler returned, he saw that there was no one behind him, and his expression suddenly changed.