Geng Rong, however, showed no fear. She continued to smile provocatively and said, "If you submit to me today, I guarantee I won't lay a finger on Liu Yushu. You'd better think clearly about what to do."
"How dare you!" Wu Qing roared in fury and smashed the tea table with one palm. He strode forward, reached out his hand and tightly grabbed Geng Rong by the neck. Geng Rong choked and struggled desperately, pounding on his hand. But Wu Qing remained unmoved. He was determined to kill Geng Rong. Anyone who dared to harm Liu Yushu would be eliminated by him without hesitation!
"If you... if you kill me... the maid... will... will blame this on... Liu Yushu... and then she will pay the price for... for my death. She will die too!" Geng Rong stared at him with bloodshot eyes and hissed.
Wu Qing gritted his teeth and released her. Helpless and enraged, he slapped Geng Rong twice: "Vicious woman! If you dare to hurt Yushu, I'll wipe out your entire family." Geng Rong slumped onto the couch, blood oozing from her nose and mouth. She gasped for breath like a fish that had returned to water. After regaining her composure, she laughed maniacally: "You protect Liu Yushu so much. Does she know? I'm afraid she'd be scared to death by your ugly face. Don't be so self - indulgent. She's already decided to marry the young master of the Wu family."
These words stabbed deeply into Wu Qing's heart. He trembled and clenched his fists. He retorted, "She won't." He kept comforting himself in his heart: She won't.
He wouldn't allow her to marry someone else. Whoever she married, he'd kill!
Originally, Wu Qing disdained to kill Geng Rong. But Geng Rong's words hurt him like a knife, making him loathe her even more. He bent his finger and broke Geng Rong's leg. Geng Rong let out a scream of pain, but none of the maids outside made a sound. She often screamed like this in her room, and the maids all thought she was in the heat of passion and didn't dare to interrupt.
"What on earth do I have to do for you to shut up?" Wu Qing growled menacingly. He could strangle Geng Rong as easily as wringing a chicken's neck, but if he did, Liu Yushu would have to take the blame for his impulsiveness.
Geng Rong laughed arrogantly: "If you can endure three needles from me and walk out of this room, I promise I won't make things difficult for Liu Yushu."
"What if you go back on your word or lie?" Wu Qing asked coldly. Geng Rong was too cunning, and he had to be on guard.
Geng Rong frowned. "My leg has been broken by you. Are you still afraid I'll lie?" As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Qing mercilessly broke her other leg: "If you go back on your word or lie, I'll make your life a living hell. I mean what I say." His determined tone was terrifying.
Geng Rong slumped weakly. She took out three silver needles from under the pillow and waved to Wu Qing, signaling him to come over: "I also mean what I say."
Wu Qing walked over. Unexpectedly, Geng Rong suddenly launched a sneak attack, trying to stab the silver needles into his throat. If she succeeded, he would bleed to death on the spot at Geng Rong's hands. Fortunately, he reacted instantly and dodged. The three silver needles pierced into his chest.
Geng Rong just wanted to kill him and make him disappear forever. What she couldn't have, no one else could either. She wanted to completely destroy it.
The highly poisonous substance immediately began to spread and rage in his body. But for Liu Yushu's sake, Wu Qing forcefully circulated his inner energy to suppress the poison in his body. This was extremely dangerous. A slight mistake could cause the toxin to explode his heart. Once his meridians reversed, he'd be a useless invalid lying on the couch for the rest of his life.
Wu Qing endured the urge to vomit blood. He felt as if he was about to crush his teeth. He calmly left the room. As soon as he stepped out of the door, he spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground. Remembering that it was the temple fair that day, he missed Liu Yushu terribly. Dragging his poisoned body, he secretly followed her for a long time at the temple fair until he couldn't bear it any longer and finally fainted in front of her due to the onset of the poison.
After hearing this, Liu Yushu's eyes welled up with touched tears. She hugged Wu Qing tightly and sobbed, "I wouldn't blame you even if you had submitted to Geng Rong. I don't want you to die." Her tears wet his chest.
"No, I only want you. If it's not you, I'd rather die." Wu Qing's tone was as firm as iron. He gently stroked her face and wiped away the beautiful tears on her cheeks. He comforted her tenderly, "I won't let any other woman defile me except you. I'll save my innocence only for you."
"Yeah. Me too." She was deeply touched.
The two stared at each other for a long time. Under the gentle intoxication, each seemed more handsome and beautiful in the other's eyes tonight.
The sky gradually darkened, and before they knew it, it was evening. She was a bit hungry, so he personally cooked a bowl of stewed noodles with spare ribs for her. She ate it with relish and didn't forget to praise him: "Your cooking is good. After we get married, the cooking will be your job."
"Sure, my wife." He smiled genuinely and happily.
Wu Qing truly wanted to be Liu Yushu's husband (servant).
"I should go back." She put down her chopsticks. He gently and tenderly poured her a cup of warm tea. He coaxed her like a child, his voice soft, "Drink some water."
She nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you, Brother Qing."
"I'll walk you back." Wu Qing squatted down and let Liu Yushu climb onto his back. After she held on firmly, he carried her and leaped across the high rooftops. In a few moments, he sneaked into her boudoir in the Liu Mansion. He reluctantly kissed her forehead and said, "Alright, don't let anyone find out."
"Let's get married soon." Wu Qing hugged her tenderly and finally left reluctantly.
She also wanted to get married soon. Maybe... she could sound out her grandmother's opinion tomorrow?