Chapter 6: Unusually Angry

Zhang Wujie stood at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly held the letter containing the secret that his mother had given him.

Looking at Zhang Wujie, Zhou Zhiruo felt her heart rate accelerate as his face drew closer. At that moment, she knew that her deep and unforgettable love for Zhang Wujie would never fade in this lifetime.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Zhou Zhiruo turned her head to the side, pushed Zhang Wujie's chest, and retreated three feet, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. She looked at him with a thin layer of anger: "You already have your princess, and I am already married to another man. What do you want by doing this!"

"I don't know," Zhang Wujie shook his head in pain, "I really love you and can't bear the thought of being separated from you, becoming strangers."

Hearing Zhang Wujie say he loved her, Zhou Zhiruo's heart skipped a beat, and she bit her lip: "What about Zhao Min?"

"I love her too!" Song Qingshu never expected the usually indecisive Zhang Wujie to be so straightforward this time. Zhou Zhiruo was so angry that she laughed: "Then why did you come to me!"

Zhang Wujie tore open his shirt, revealing the scar left by the Heaven-Sword on his chest: "Zhiruo, your image, like that sword, is forever etched in my heart. My feelings for you have never changed. When I heard the news of your marriage to Song... Song Shixiong, I wanted to die."

As her fingers traced the faint scar, Zhou Zhiruo recalled the heartbreak of the young girl who had stabbed him on Bright Peak. She felt a myriad of emotions and sighed deeply: "Then why didn't you come to take me away? Do you know, I bet my marriage on whether you would come to take me away, and I lost." She smiled sadly.

"I was too foolish back then, thinking that Song Shixiong loved you so much that you would be very happy after your marriage." Zhang Wujie reached out to embrace Zhou Zhiruo, but she instinctively retreated again. He said with a pained heart, "Only after your marriage did I realize that in matters of love, one cannot yield."

He had never revealed his feelings to her so openly before. Zhou Zhiruo's heart was filled with mixed emotions. Despite her joy, she felt bitter, knowing she was already married: "What's the point of saying this now? I am already Song's wife."

"Damn it, if you know that, why don't you get rid of him!" Song Qingshu, seeing his wife's heart flutter, felt his anger not diminish in the slightest.

"You and I are just in name, not in reality!" Zhang Wujie said angrily, "In my heart, you will always be the pure and kind girl by the Han River."

"Wujie, brother~" Zhou Zhiruo's eyes filled with tears, and she lowered her head, sobbing.

Zhang Wujie extended his thumb to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and this time, Zhou Zhiruo did not refuse.

Song Qingshu watched this scene with eyes that seemed to want to shoot lasers, wishing he could become a superhero and blast Zhang Wujie to pieces. Chapter 6: Unusually Angry

Song Qingshu expected Zhou Zhiruo to push Zhang Wujie away and drive him out, but this did not happen. Zhou Zhiruo's face was filled with bashfulness, her eyes filled with anxiety and an inexplicable expectation.

"What a slut!" Song Qingshu, who had just been scolding Zhang Wujie, now turned his anger towards Zhou Zhiruo. During the day, a slight touch would wake her up, but now she had a look of reluctant acceptance. What was she up to?

Her eyes clouded for a moment, and Zhou Zhiruo bit her lip, taking a firm step back. Her mind was in turmoil, and she didn't notice her feet. She tripped over something, lost her balance, and fell onto the bed behind her.

"Be careful!" Zhang Wujie called out, rushing to catch her, but she instinctively blocked him, and they both lost their balance, falling onto the bed.

Due to the table in the room, Song Qingshu didn't see what happened. He only saw Zhou Zhiruo fall onto the bed as if offering herself, and Zhang Wujie pressed down on top of her. Shock and anger surged, and a mouthful of blood rose to his throat. Still recovering from his injuries, he fainted.

The two fell onto the bed, and a silent, ambiguous atmosphere enveloped them.

As Zhang Wujie's hand slowly approached the sash at her waist, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly came to her senses, blocked his hand, and sat up, hesitating: "No, Qingshu is... " She wanted to look at her husband lying on the opposite bed, but Zhang Wujie blocked her view.

"Don't worry, I have sealed all his acupoints. He won't know anything." Zhang Wujie was confident in his skills and had no intention of looking back, completely unaware that their actions had been seen by Song Qingshu.

Hearing Zhang Wujie's words, Zhou Zhiruo's mind flashed with confusion. Zhang Wujie pushed her hand aside, grabbed the bow of her sash, and was about to pull it gently. Zhou Zhiruo suddenly came to her senses, dodged, and jumped off the bed.

She grabbed a teacup from the table and splashed water on Zhang Wujie's face, gritting her teeth: "Wujie, brother, I hope you will respect yourself."

Zhang Wujie was taken aback. The tea water slid down his face, dripping onto the bedding. He looked at Zhou Zhiruo awkwardly.

"Why didn't you dodge?" Turning around and seeing his disheveled appearance, Zhou Zhiruo felt a bit of sympathy and asked softly.

"It's my fault for overstepping. What's a cup of tea compared to that?" Zhang Wujie wiped the tea leaves from his face and smiled bitterly.

Zhou Zhiruo sighed deeply: "Wujie, brother, I am now Song's wife. If you truly have feelings for me, as long as you promise to marry me, I will leave my current husband and marry you, even if it means facing the ridicule of the world. On our wedding night, you... you can do whatever you want to me." As she said this, her face flushed as if on fire.

Zhang Wujie's heart was stirred, and he stood up, wanting to hold her hand: "Zhiruo, I Chapter 6: Unusually Angry

will definitely marry you as my wife!"

Zhou Zhiruo instinctively took a step back, covering her collar: "I did say that after marriage, I would let you do as you please, but not now. I am still Song's wife. I hope you will respect yourself, Lord Zhang."

Zhou Zhiruo was actually a bit moved, but a cold breeze made her suddenly think. If she, as Song's wife, were to be compromised by him, he might later think she was not virtuous and look down on her. Women in love are always so anxious, fearing any potential trouble in the future.

"Yes, yes, it was my fault." Zhang Wujie, unaware of her thoughts, would have regretted it if he had known. If he had persuaded her, she might have given in.

"Wujie, brother, do you really want to marry me?" Zhou Zhiruo, feeling happy, asked shyly again.

"Of course! I want to marry you as my wife." Zhang Wujie walked to her side and gently embraced her. This time, Zhou Zhiruo did not refuse. Her bones seemed to melt, and she leaned softly against Zhang Wujie, sighing: "Wujie, brother, what will I do from now on..." In this warm moment, both of them instinctively avoided mentioning Zhao Min.

They stood quietly for a while. Zhou Zhiruo suddenly saw Song Qingshu lying on the opposite bed, and thinking of her current status as Song's wife, she felt a pang of pain and sighed: "I am sorry to Qingshu."

Zhang Wujie consoled her: "Zhiruo, we were meant to be together. You never loved him, so what do you have to be sorry for?"

"But we can't keep doing this secretly." Zhou Zhiruo broke free from his embrace, her eyes turning cold as she looked at Song Qingshu. "Why don't I kill him? You go back and kill Zhao Min. That way, no one will be able to interfere with our daily meetings." Chapter 7: Princess Shaomin

"How can that be?" Zhang Wujie was startled. Although he loved Zhou Zhiruo, he could never abandon Zhao Min.

"Wujie, brother, I was just teasing you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I have already wronged my husband. If I were to harm his life, I would be no different from those bad women in history. If you had really agreed, I wouldn't dare to see you again. You want to be Ximen Qing, but I don't want to be Pan Jinlian."

Zhang Wujie, after being startled, smiled: "My little Zhiruo is indeed the kindest..."

The next day, as the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up to find the room empty and the opposite bed perfectly tidy, with no trace left behind. He took a deep breath, wondering: "Was last night just a dream?"

Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. Although the difference was slight, he clearly remembered that this was not the same sheet from yesterday. Why was the sheet changed? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.

He didn't know that the sheet had been wet by tea water last night, and Zhou Zhiruo had changed it.

"Qingshu, you're awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water. Seeing Song Qingshu awake, she wrung out the towel and handed it to him.

Song Qingshu looked at her with disgust, thinking that she must have done something to betray him last night and was now showing unprecedented gentleness and consideration out of guilt.

"Why was the sheet changed?" Song Qingshu took the towel without showing any emotion, asking knowingly.

Zhou Zhiruo looked behind her guiltily and said hesitantly: "I accidentally dirtied it, so I changed it."

"Oh~" Song Qingshu did not press further, not wanting to push too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had thoughts of killing him last night, he wouldn't even dare to say that sentence.

As Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu watched her walk, her waist swaying gracefully, and her face seemed to have lost its youthful innocence. He felt inexplicably irritable.

Since the incident had already happened, it had to be faced. Song Qingshu was never one to avoid problems, but considering that he couldn't even defeat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo's sect, let alone the martial arts master Zhang Wujie, and that Zhou Zhiruo, with her gentle appearance, had a ruthless heart, he knew that a single mistake could cost him his life.

While he was deep in thought, a cheerful laugh echoed in the room: "Brother Song, you look much better now. It seems your injuries are almost healed."

Song Qingshu looked up and saw Zhang Wujie walk in directly. Thinking of how he might have been with Zhou Zhiruo last night, Song Qingshu's veins throbbed, and he said coldly: "What are you here for?"

Everyone knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wujie had long-standing animosity, so his tone was not surprising. Zhang Wujie, to him, Chapter 7: Princess Shaomin

"How can that be?" Zhang Wujie was startled. Although he loved Zhou Zhiruo, he could never abandon Zhao Min.

"Wujie, brother, I was just teasing you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I have already wronged my husband. If I were to harm his life, I would be no different from those bad women in history. If you had really agreed, I wouldn't dare to see you again. You want to be Ximen Qing, but I don't want to be Pan Jinlian."

Zhang Wujie, after being startled, smiled: "My little Zhiruo is indeed the kindest..."

The next day, as the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up to find the room empty and the opposite bed perfectly tidy, with no trace left behind. He took a deep breath, wondering: "Was last night just a dream?"

Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. Although the difference was slight, he clearly remembered that this was not the same sheet from yesterday. Why was the sheet changed? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.

He didn't know that the sheet had been wet by tea water last night, and Zhou Zhiruo had changed it.

"Qingshu, you're awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water. Seeing Song Qingshu awake, she wrung out the towel and handed it to him.

Song Qingshu looked at her with disgust, thinking that she must have done something to betray him last night and was now showing unprecedented gentleness and consideration out of guilt.

"Why was the sheet changed?" Song Qingshu took the towel without showing any emotion, asking knowingly.

Zhou Zhiruo looked behind her guiltily and said hesitantly: "I accidentally dirtied it, so I changed it."

"Oh~" Song Qingshu did not press further, not wanting to push too hard. If he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had thoughts of killing him last night, he wouldn't even dare to say that sentence.

As Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour water, Song Qingshu watched her walk, her waist swaying gracefully, and her face seemed to have lost its youthful innocence. He felt inexplicably irritable.

Since the incident had already happened, it had to be faced. Song Qingshu was never one to avoid problems, but considering that he couldn't even defeat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo's sect, let alone the martial arts master Zhang Wujie, and that Zhou Zhiruo, with her gentle appearance, had a ruthless heart, he knew that a single mistake could cost him his life.

While he was deep in thought, a cheerful laugh echoed in the room: "Brother Song, you look much better now. It seems your injuries are almost healed."

Song Qingshu looked up and saw Zhang Wujie walk in directly. Thinking of how he might have been with Zhou Zhiruo last night, Song Qingshu's veins throbbed, and he said coldly: "What are you here for?"

Everyone knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wujie had long-standing animosity, so his tone was not surprising. Zhang Wujie, to him, Chapter 7: Princess Shaomin

"How can that be?" Zhang Wujie was startled. Although he loved Zhou Zhiruo, he could never abandon Zhao Min.

"Wujie, brother, I was just teasing you." Zhou Zhiruo smiled slyly, "I have already wronged my husband. If I