Chapter 445: 444, hope all is well with you

Who do you think it is?

This sentence was filled with danger.

Like a cheetah stalking through the night, ready to deliver a lethal blow at any moment.

Chu Jin looked at the man before her, slightly squinting her eyes, a faint glimmer flashing through her clear, glass-like pupils.

This was just like the scene when she first met Mr. Mo.

Those delicate phoenix eyes.

So deep, so profound.

Once fallen into, one could never see the bottom.

"What’s wrong?" Seeing her spaced out, the man extended his hand and rubbed her head.

A faint doting gleamed in those ink-dyed, deep phoenix eyes.

Gone in the blink of an eye.

Chu Jin subconsciously felt that Mr. Mo was a bit off tonight.

This feeling was very strange.

The bright, cold moonlight stretched the two shadows very long.

"It’s nothing," Chu Jin looked up at him, light rippling in her eyes, her charming smile and expectant gaze caused the man’s eyes to flicker.

The girl under the moonlight, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and ripped jeans, was wearing the simplest of clothing, yet she somehow managed to exude an immaculate aura like that of moonlight.

She seemed like a beauty who had stepped from the moon, and yet also like a banished fairy living deep in the mountains.

There was a purity that hinted at seductiveness, and within the seductiveness, a touch of enchanting allure.

"Let’s go inside." The man quite naturally took her wrist and started walking towards the gate.

"Mo Zhixuan," the girl’s voice was soft. She rarely called him by his full name, and those three simple words took on a different charm when spoken by her.

"Hmm, I’m here," the man’s voice was as low and magnetic as ever.

Not to mention his stunning beauty.

Just the sound of his voice, like that of a precious stone, was enough to intoxicate someone.

Refreshing and invigorating.

It gave a sense of serenity.

For those who are captivated by voices, such a sound was simply irresistible.

It could make one addicted, unable to extricate themselves.

The Mr. Mo before her, very familiar, yet slightly strange.

Chu Jin raised her eyes to glance at his profile, her tone light, "How old are you this year?"

The man’s body clearly stiffened for a moment.

His steps halted.

He stopped walking, looking down into her eyes, and seriously said, "Don’t you know?"

The man’s features were hidden in the dim light, leaving only the sharp, perfectly-sculpted line of his jaw visible.

Ascetic, cold, the bright moonlight bathed the two in a shroud of mystery.

With his head lowered, the man’s eyes reflected the silhouette of the girl, everything around them seemingly fading into the background, as if time itself had become refined, and in that moment, only this pair remained in the world.

The 25 cm height difference between the two made for a harmonious image.

Really shameless.

Who would have thought that Mr. Mo, who looks so respectable, could say such a thing with a straight face.

His face was almost utterly impassive.

Tightly composed, and with a hint of seriousness.

Listening to his words.

Chu Jin could almost be sure that this man was undoubtedly Mr. Mo.

"Shameless..." she spoke as she tried to break free from his grip, but he restrained her even more tightly.

The disparity between men and women was vividly highlighted at this moment.

Mr. Mo was tall with long legs; he needed only a slight effort to ensure she had no escape.

He lifted her chin with his hand, revealing her perfectly contoured jawline, and then his thin lips pressed down firmly, consuming her, a large shadow looming as his lips completely covered the corners of hers.

This scene was witnessed by another, the dark eyes hidden beneath the brim of a hat blushed by what they saw.

Like a Black Hellebore walking among mortals, at that moment his entire being was radiating an invisible aura of murder.

If it were daytime, someone would surely notice the green plants by his side slowly withering away.

As if scorched by the blazing sun, the sight was exceptionally eerie in the quiet night.

At this moment, he resembled the Grim Reaper who had surged forth from the abyss of hell.

Capable of ending your life at any moment.

He could govern the fate of all things.

Ling Que stood not far away, gazing at the silhouettes of the three, sighing faintly, a flash of worry crossing her beautiful eyes.

First, she looked at the kissing couple, then turned to look at Xuanyuan Shangchen, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly walked over, reaching out to grasp Xuanyuan Shangchen’s wrist.

"Walk with me." Ling Que’s voice was somewhat cold.

Xuanyuan Shangchen stared intently at the couple, turmoil swirling in his dark eyes, a myriad of thoughts rushing through, the pain was extreme.

Compared to the agony of severed flesh and broken bones, it was even more unbearable.

Xuanyuan Shangchen had transformed into a statue, frozen in place.

His eyes held only the couple who fit together as perfectly as jade.

Even after Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan had entered the villa, he remained standing there, motionless.

If not for the shadow of his hat brim, one would surely find his eyes turned a bloody red.

His hands were clenched tight, the slender knuckles slightly white from the strain.

The black trench coat he wore fluttered without wind, taking on a layer of chilling authority.

Ling Que sighed, "Xuanyuan, why do you torture yourself so?"

He had saved her nine times.

Exhausting endless cultivation, each time, they were strangers to each other.

He saved her nine times, and she failed him nine times.

Without a word from Xuanyuan Shangchen, Ling Que continued, "You’ve already repaid your debt to Jun Huang. Is it really worth it to do this now?"

Her words met with only a gentle breeze in response.

Just as Ling Que thought Xuanyuan Shangchen would remain silent, he suddenly turned to look at her, his tightly pressed lips curling in an ambiguous arc, "What I owe her can never be repaid."

Pausing slightly, he added, "Also, whether it’s worth it or not, I’m the one to decide."

Each word resounded, firm and decisive, with the weight of conviction.

Carrying an undeniable intimidation.

Ling Que’s eyes dimmed, a trace of bitterness spilling from her beautiful eyes.

She really didn’t want to continue this way.

But helplessly, Xuanyuan Shangchen was like a man fallen into a bottomless abyss, unable to climb out.

He turned deaf to the advice of others.

Resolute to a fault.

He protected her, through storm and tempest alike.

What he had given for Jun Huang, no one could see.

"Release the seal within Jun Huang’s body," Ling Que finally spoke again, after a long silence.

Her voice was light, almost ethereal.

"You dare!" Xuanyuan Shangchen’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone laden with danger, like one on the verge of rage.

Sending shivers down one’s spine.

Ling Que bit her lip, her eyes misting.

"You can go," Xuanyuan Shangchen said, "Stop following me. I’m a cold-hearted person, forever blind to the kindness of others. My heart has room for Jun Huang alone."

Ling Que was a good girl, and he could not afford to delay her any longer.

This wasn’t the first time Xuanyuan Shangchen had said these words.

But every repeat was like a knife to Ling Que’s heart.

Knowing well that he loved only Jun Huang, she still foolishly followed him.

He was willing to give everything for Jun Huang, even his life.

And wasn’t she just as willing to give everything for Xuanyuan Shangchen, even her life?

He had eyes only for Jun Huang.

She had eyes only for Xuanyuan Shangchen.

The three of them were trapped in a vicious cycle.

Having once had him in her life, no other could catch her eye.

No matter how outstanding someone might be, they paled in comparison to him.

Ling Que remained silent.

Her fingertips trembled slightly.

Xuanyuan Shangchen continued, "I’ve already wronged her once, I can’t fail her a second time. No matter when, I will take responsibility for her to the end," it was both love and duty.

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep and chilling voice filled the air, carrying an imposing pressure, making it hard to breathe.

"My fiancée is not someone for other men to take responsibility for."

The man under the streetlight stood against the light.

Mo Zhixuan’s posture was tall and straight, graceful like a jade tree. He was meticulous and intimidating, every bit of him exuding the aura of a king.

Such a man, no matter where he went, was always an exalted leader.

Ruling above all.

Revered by thousands.

Two equally strong men now stood face to face for the first time.

Their gazes clashed, thick with tension.

Two men, two types of coldness.

Ling Que, standing beside Xuanyuan Shangchen, immediately assumed the best defensive posture.

Her eyes sharp and piercing.

Xuanyuan Shangchen smiled faintly, his voice casual, "Mo family head, I trust you’ve been well."

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