Chapter 319: Chapter 316: Unfeeling

Sang Yan wouldn’t think of him.

As soon as she saw him coming, she turned and went back into the hall, sitting down on the soft couch.

Qi Wuya followed, carelessly removing the gold cloak from his body and throwing it to You Ran.

Then, he took the hot tea Han Chen handed over and drank it all in one gulp.

“You may go rest too. There’s no need to follow.”

He sent Han Chen away, thinking about truly enjoying the pleasure of holding a delicate beauty in his arms.

“Yes.”

Han Chen glanced at Sang Yan and, thinking about her husband-killing fate, hesitated for a moment but still withdrew.

“You may all leave as well.”

Qi Wuya glanced at the Palace Attendants, thinking of clearing the room.

After all, Sang Yan was shy.

She would certainly feel quite embarrassed if they hugged and cuddled in front of them.

“Yes.”

The Palace Attendants lowered their heads and filed out.

The hall became quiet.

The warm air filled the space, quickly warming his body as well.

He headed straight for the soft couch.

Seeing him about to sit down, Sang Yan stood up and made room for him.

“Yanyan, come here.”

Qi Wuya, seated on the soft couch, beckoned to Sang Yan, who had stepped far away.

From a few steps away, Sang Yan looked at him, furrowed her brows, and asked, “Is there something you need?”

Qi Wuya smiled amiably, “Come here first.”

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Sang Yan tested his limits. She didn’t come closer and instead said coldly, “If you have something to say, say it.”

Qi Wuya’s smile chilled suddenly, his eyes flashing with piercing cold as he raised his voice, “Sang Yan, don’t make me repeat myself! You cannot bear the consequences!”

His final words were directed at her abdomen.

Another threat!

Damn the threats!

Sang Yan remained outwardly calm but was panicky inside, reluctantly moving closer with small steps.

When she was still three steps away–

He grew impatient with her dawdling and stretched out his hand, pulling her over.

Sang Yan, startled by his action, cried out, “Qi Wuya! No, don’t–”

“Don’t reject me!”

Qi Wuya’s hand pressed against her lips.

He applied force discreetly.

Her lips hurt terribly, and her eyebrows knitted in pain.

“Qi Wuya, be gentle, it–it hurts–”

She spoke in a low cry of pain while tears started to form.

She knew he relented before tenderness, not hardness.

Sure enough, seeing her eyes glistening with moisture, Qi Wuya loosened his grip.

“Such a drama queen.”

He smirked and lightened his touch, but continued to caress her red lips, back and forth.

Her heart pounded like a drum, dreading he might suddenly kiss her.

He Ying had done the same when he felt desire.

To her, this was an action fraught with a strong sense of invasion.

A harbinger of danger.

“Let–let go of me first–”

She searched for a topic, trying to divert his attention: “Has He Hongzhao’s funeral concluded?”

Qi Wuya nodded and instead of letting go, he pressed her to sit on his lap.

His thighs were firm and strong.

She sat, feeling very uncomfortable.

It was mainly because she was not used to it.

She feared that sitting would lead to something unfavorable.

He had said it before; he was not vegetarian.

“You have known each other for a while, which is quite fateful. For you, she abandoned her homeland and traveled thousands of miles to follow–”

It seemed like she was speaking for He Hongzhao, but in reality, she was stirring up his guilt.

A woman who had given so much for him had died not many days ago; did he really feel right seeking pleasure here?

Qi Wuya knew there was a deeper meaning to Sang Yan’s words, listened attentively, and thought about analyzing her motives. However, as he listened, a playful smile appeared on his face: “Jealous?”

Sang Yan: “…”

He really dared to think such a thing!

How could she possibly be jealous over him!

A denial would surely bring no good outcome.

There was no choice but to remain silent.

Qi Wuya did not take her silence as agreement, knowing well she would not be jealous. The atmosphere was pleasant and his mood was good, so he clarified, “Rest assured. I don’t like her. Not one bit.”

Sang Yan naturally knew he did not like Hong Zhao–he was not the type to truly like a woman.

But she was curious: “Why? Because of her illness?”

Hong Zhao was very beautiful and talented; her only flaw was her illness, which made her a frail beauty.

A frail beauty who gasped for breath with every few steps, weak as if she could die at any moment.

What normal man would fancy such a woman?

Although Qi Wuya was far from normal, and quite twisted, it seemed he did share the aesthetic of normal men!

“Perhaps,” he replied, his tone noncommittal.

He didn’t want to talk much about Hong Zhao.

During such splendid solitude, it was proper to speak sweet nothings; why discuss a dead person?

Yet Sang Yan refused to let go, sighing, “You do not fancy her, yet she holds deep feelings for you. Truly, it’s the case of a lovesick woman and a heartless man.”

Qi Wuya indeed had little affection, and even saw himself as such a person.

But hearing it from her made it unpleasant.

“What are you trying to say?”

His brows furrowed, his gaze deep and piercing, his tone slightly irritated: “She likes me, I do not like her, you call me heartless. If I like you, and you do not like me, should I then call you heartless? Sang Yan, if you really have a saintly heart, you are showing it to the wrong person. Shouldn’t you treat me better than a dead person?”

Sang Yan: “…”

She had forgotten this man’s verbal skills!

Indeed, he really knew how to speak!

Qi Wuya, seeing her silence, continued: “Sang Yan, in the world of power, there is no fairness. The same goes for the world of emotions. The strong can protect what they want.”

Sang Yan knew his mentality of the strong and no longer wanted to argue with him.

There was no point.

Her original intention was not to seek justice for He Hongzhao.

Thinking of the bad things He Hongzhao had done, they were enemies; she wouldn’t seek justice for her.

“You misunderstand.”

Sang Yan chose her words carefully, explaining: “I’m not seeking fairness, but saying that unrequited love is very painful. With your status, why choose to suffer willingly?”

She was still advising him to give up on her.

Qi Wuya, tired of hearing it, frowned and retorted with a hint of mockery in his tone: “Maybe after suffering comes sweetness? If you’re afraid I’ll suffer, why not fulfill my wish? Speaking words of concern and care only shows your insincerity. Sang Yan, if you speak a few more words, perchance I might truly grow tired of you! But are you really ready to handle the consequences?”

At this moment, he abruptly rose, pushed her down onto the soft couch, leaned over her, grasping her chin with a large hand, his face stern, and barked: “Haven’t the lessons I’ve given you been enough? Where do you find the courage to provoke my anger time and time again?”

He truly detested her notion of pushing him toward other women.

He had already expressed it and given warnings, yet she repeated her mistakes.

“A lack of memory is only due to not enough pain.”

His eyes harbored ferocity as his hand shifted downward, pressing hard against her abdomen.

“Don’t!”

Before his hand pressed down, Sang Yan, frightened, hugged his strong waist, pressing against his chest and cried out, “Wuya, no, I was wrong, I won’t say it anymore, I beg you, don’t hurt him.”

Qi Wuya looked down at the woman’s disheveled and terrified appearance, feeling distressed inside, but his expression remained cold: “Is this how you beg someone?”

He pressed her to appease him: “Sang Yan, you know how to beg me. Do it quickly! My patience is running thin!”