Chapter 13.1 - Apology (1/2)

Translator: Superbulat

T/N: Boom! Extra chapters in the middle of the week to celebrate receiving my first ko-fi for this project! 🥳

When Song Mo left heartlessly, Tang Huan thought she saw a featherless cooked duck flapping its wings, flying out of the pot, and quaking away, when she already took out her chopsticks.

How could she be so unlucky?

If only I’d known, if only I’d known…

…What was the use of knowing early? It was not like she could start things over again.

Tang Huan put on her clothes in annoyance, looked for a lowland nearby to bury Qiao Liu’s body, and carefully covered it up so no one could tell the difference.

When she was done, she looked up to the sky and exhaled a deep breath.

Not a problem. The most troublesome guy had been taken care of, and she was no longer a nun. She now had a lot of free time. She only needed to come up with new strategies to catch the duck again. If she lost her spirit after just one setback, how could she go about the next eight dreams??

Let’s just pretend that she got into a fight with Song Mo.

Her master had said that men and women were bound to have quarrels no matter how strong their relationship was. The key was figuring out how to reconcile after the fight. Some people continued to give the other person the cold shoulder as they were unable to set aside their pride. As time went by, the cold shoulders couldn’t be warmed up anymore. Now that Song Mo stormed off, Tang Huan definitely wouldn’t expect him to come looking for her, this bad woman, again. If he didn’t go to her, she should take the initiative to shamelessly please him, right?

Tang Huan had no idea how much Song Mo saw, but it was an indisputable fact that she killed Qiao Liu. It would never work if she continued to act weak and kind. After all, the current Song Mo was an honest man, not a fool. In that case, she should go to Song Mo and properly admit her mistakes. No matter how enraged Song Mo was, it was impossible for him to forget her right away. As long as his heart was slightly softened, she would seize the opportunity to conquer him again!

She was thinking as she walked, and before she knew it, she had arrived at the foot of the hill.

Tang Huan’s stomach grumbled. She rubbed her stomach and climbed up the hill in high spirits.

The wooden fence door was open, as was the kitchen door. Tang Huan stood at the door and looked inside, but she didn’t see anyone, so without calling for Song Mo, she just entered the house as if she lived there. She did, however, feel a little guilty, so her footsteps were light.

After entering the kitchen, she tiptoed towards the door of the room on the east. The curtains were up probably due to the summer heat, so when she turned around, she saw Song Mo’s feet stretched out of the bed stove. He was tall, so if his head was resting on the folded quilt, his feet would indeed have to be stretched out.

Was he sleeping because he was in a good mood, or was he sulking on the bed stove?

Tang Huan covered her mouth and snickered, and then strutted in the room with her small bag on her back.

Song Mo was staring blankly at the ceiling.

He didn’t want to think about that woman, but no matter when he was sitting or lying down, the image of her smiling and being intimate with Qiao Liu would appear in his mind. She didn’t resist when Qiao Liu held her in his arms. When Qiao Liu pressed himself on top of her, she wrapped her arms around his neck with a smile and even rode on him later on. With her naked back facing him, all he could see was her coquettishly leaning down on Qiao Liu’s chest. The moment when he couldn’t stand it any longer and wanted to turn around to leave, he saw a knife emerge from her sleeve, and in the blink of an eye, Qiao Liu’s throat was slit.

He was secretly delighted.

This was the first emotion that arose in his heart after the shock, because he found out that she didn’t like Qiao Liu.

Soon after, Song Mo realized that he had never really understood this woman. Even if there was a little fear in her voice and a little tremor in her hand holding the knife when she killed Qiao Liu, he could convince himself that she was acting along with Qiao Liu for self-protection. But she didn’t. She was smiling as she killed the man, ruthless and daring. Would a woman like that feel sorry for two rabbits? Would a woman like that be shy and gentle?

Then he overheard her personally saying that she wanted to hook up with him. ‘Hook up’, not ‘like’.

Song Mo smiled bitterly. He had no money or power; what did she want from him?

A person walked in unexpectedly. Song Mo’s heart skipped a beat. He frowned as he got up and reprimanded her, “What are you doing here?”

Tang Huan placed her small bag on the end of the bed stove before turning around and smiled at him. “I came to be your wife. Song Mo, I know you’re upset because I lied to you so many times. If you want to know why, I will answer you honestly. But I will never leave even if you don’t want to talk to me or kick me out. You’ve seen and touched my body, and I’ve seen yours. I didn’t lie to you about one thing: I’m yours forever. Unless I die, don’t think about leaving me.”

She didn’t lie to him this time. It was just that her life was very short, so short that it would end after sleeping with him for one night.

Song Mo didn’t expect her to be so…shameless.

“I’m afraid I’m not the only one who has touched you,” he sneered as he lowered his haze, not wanting to look at her smiling face. “You know yourself what you and Qiao Liu have done.”

The thing that enraged this guy the most was not that she lied to him, but her little involvement with Qiao Liu?

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