Chapter Seventy-Two: You’re Even Worse Than a Stud Horse — Extra Update for Those Who Sent Tourmaline and Diamonds

There were still traces of the scratches I left on his face last night. At this moment, he looked like a child who had been made to stand in punishment by his teacher all day, with not a hint of aggression.

I sighed, deciding to make peace with myself.

Dwelling on trivial, meaningless worries only makes one dull, perhaps even drives one mad.

The man who treated me best in this world, the one who would panic and break out in mouth ulcers when I was ill, who would take me out to eat and watch movies when I won a scholarship, who would rush to start a fight if he heard another boy was pursuing me—he would never return. So, I must live my days with care and caution.

I sat quietly beside An Ge Luo, gazing at his face and thinking about all that had happened since we met. It had only been a few months, but it felt as if a lifetime had passed.

Suddenly, I felt the urge to call Fan Chuan Du. Luo Zheng Rong was coming to my house to propose; surely he knew about it. What did he think?

I realized how conflicted I was. When Fan Chuan Du and Hua Yang Yi were carrying on, I hated him so much, every minute wishing they would break up.

But once Luo Zheng Rong came between them, I found myself hoping they wouldn’t split apart.

The call connected quickly. Fan Chuan Du sounded as if he had been sleeping, but he called me by my nickname, “Wu You, what’s wrong?”

I replied irritably, “Where are you? Luo Zheng Rong came to my house to propose—you knew about this, didn’t you?”

He was utterly unfazed. “Of course I know. He wants to marry your sister, and I want to marry you.”

I swallowed, struggling to explain, “Fan Chuan Du, listen to me. That night we were both drunk. You don’t need to take responsibility. I’m not going to marry you.”

He grew anxious. “Wu You, even drunk, I have to take responsibility for you. You’re the one I’ve always loved. You’re the one I’ve always wanted to marry. What if—what if you’re pregnant?”

I was furious. “Fan Chuan Du, listen carefully. That night, it was someone else, not you. Nothing happened between us, you understand?”

He said nothing. I wanted to say more, but the phone was snatched away.

An Ge Luo, leaning back on the sofa with his dreamy, almond-shaped eyes, spoke into the receiver, “If you’re still not clear, let me say it again: she’ll never marry you—not in this lifetime.”

He hung up and tossed the phone in front of me. Just as I was about to explode, he lunged at me, hugging me tightly. “Good girl.”

I broke free and stared at him. “Go on, what is it?”

He fixed his gaze on me. “Where did you disappear to this afternoon?”

His question reminded me of Yi Lei Zhi. I couldn’t help but ask, “Did you really break up with Yi Lei Zhi? She’s pitiful, pregnant with your child. Are all men so heartless?”

He laughed and ruffled my bangs, cupping my face. “Silly girl, you believe everything she says? I’ve only known her for a month—where would a child come from?”

I thought about it. “Why not? Maybe she got pregnant the first time you were together.”

He let go and considered it. “By your logic, all those supposed girlfriends of mine must be carrying my children. Do you think I’m a breeding stallion?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re not even as good as a stallion.”

As expected, he bristled, pushing me down onto the sofa. I thought he was about to kiss me again, but instead, he started tickling me.

This was what I feared most, so I quickly begged for mercy. He released me, and before I could get up, his face loomed close to mine.

He kissed me until I was breathless and dizzy. An Ge Luo’s breathing was ragged too. Worried he might let his animal instincts take over again, I hurriedly pushed him away. “Zhu Bang said you skipped lunch. I’ll go fix you something to eat.”

He laughed and bit my chin. “You won’t poison it, will you?”