Amid Xing Dairong's verbal abuse, Cheng Yunshuo said nothing and left Yuerong Pavilion with a cold face.
Seeing him leave, Xing Dairong cried even harder.She pounded the pillow and quilt and howled loudly, but she couldn't stop him or get a response.
All I had was his increasingly cold face and disgusted heart.
Qiu Kui looked at this scene and felt extremely helpless.
She went into the house to persuade Xing Dairong, "Girl, girl."
Xing Dairong burst into tears and threw himself into her arms. He grabbed her clothes and pointed at the person walking out the door, shouting in grievance, "It's obviously him who is wrong. It's obviously him who betrayed me! How could he do this to me!"
"For him, I gave up everything. For him, I gave in step by step. I tolerated his marrying a wife, and I tolerated his marrying Qiu Ling. I tolerated his wanting me to be a concubine. What else does he want from me? He clearly said that he only loves me. He is a liar, a liar, a liar!"
"He's sorry for me!"
Xing Dairong cried bitterly.
Qiu Kui listened to these words and sighed helplessly.
She didn't know how to comfort her.
It was obvious that when she first saw Cheng Yunshuo bringing Xing Dairong to her, he treated her like a spoiled child. But for her sake, he was able to turn against the old Marquis Qin and sent Qiu Ling away with just one sentence, as if he was willing to go against the whole world for her.
At that time, they were as sweet as honey. Even she, a maid, was moved by their touching love and was envious all the time.
But now, one is resentful and the other is evil.
Xing Dairong could only cry and make noises, full of resentment, while Cheng Yunshuo could only remain silent, annoyed and disgusted.
Everyone is no longer the same as before.
A few days passed in a flash.
Cheng Yunshuo never entered Yuerong Pavilion again.
Xing Dairong was confined to his house and not allowed to go out.
The cruelest thing between lovers in this world is not tearing each other apart when they meet, but treating each other coldly.
Xing Dairong couldn't go out and couldn't see Cheng Yunshuo. She cried for half the first night. She couldn't see him on the second day, and she couldn't see him on the third day.
She stopped crying, screaming, and making a fuss, and calmed down.
"Where did the prince go today?"
Qiu Kui was sweeping the yard, "Qiu Xiang Yard."
"It's Qiuxiangyuan again." When Xing Dairong heard the name, he held the door frame and said quietly.
Qiu Kui saw her hollow eyes, which were filled with sadness and resentment she had never felt before. Then she looked at her belly and said distressedly, "Miss Xing, it's cold outside. Please come into the house. I'll bring you food later. If you continue like this, you will hurt the baby in your belly."
Xing Dairong, who was holding onto the door frame, put her hand on her belly. With her other hand, she dug her nails into the door inch by inch. Suddenly, a strong light burst out from her eyes. "Yes, I can't hurt the baby in my belly and let those bitches be proud! The one in my belly is the future marquis. I want everyone to wait for me! Hurry up and bring me food. I want to eat!"
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Daily life of the mistress
Исторические романыAuthor: Zhou Dabai Introduction: [A girl from an aristocratic family tears off a girl who travels through time + rebirth + the daily life of an antique and leisurely mistress] Lu Lingjun and his younger sister Lu Hanyi were both reborn. In her previ...