“Is that your wife?”
Yu Miaomiao asked in disbelief, pointing her whip at Kan Wenxiao.
“Ah…yes.” Jian Xiuyun replied boldly, then stretched out his hand hold Kan Wenxiao’s and said, “Don’t you see that the three of us have matching masks?”
Looking at Kan Wenxiao, who was taller than Jian Xiuyun, Yu Miaomiao sneered, then her expression changed and she whipped the ground hard.
She said in a furious voice, “Do you think I look like a fool? Even if you want to lie to me, at least find a proper woman! Finding a man to fool me.”
When Kan Wenxiao saw this, he frowned slightly and reached out to pull Jian Xiuyun into his arms. His voice was cold as ice, “So what if we’re both men? It is none of your concern.”
Yu Miaomiao was particularly annoyed by his attitude. Without saying a word, she swung her whip, but the next moment, Kan Wenxiao caught it with his bare hands.
Although his face was covered by a mask, she seemed to be able to catch a glimpse of the icy coldness in Kan Wenxiao’s eyes.
He was still holding Jian Xiuyun in his left arm, and holding her whip in his right hand, wrapping it around his hand slowly. Although Yu Miaomiao tried her best to resist, she was still dragged in front of him, her strength like a mayfly trying to shake a big tree.
It wasn’t much obvious from a distance, but as soon as she got closer, she felt that Kan Wenxiao was towering over her, enveloping her like a mountain, and the aura from his body oppressed her like a flood.
As she grew closer, she felt timid for the first time.
But after all these years of being arrogant, Yu Miaomiao still refused to accept defeat, so she took a long breath and said angrily, “What do you want to do?”
Kan Wenxiao glanced at her coldly, and suddenly his right hand loosened its grip. Yu Miaomiao was unprepared and suddenly lost her footing, staggering backward and falling to the ground.
“I want you to stay away from my wife.” Kan Wenxiao said.
Hearing this, Jian Xiuyun suddenly tightened his hand around Kan Wenxiao’s and whispered, “Wrong, I’m your husband.”
Kan Wenxiao turned his head, his eyes softening as he looked at him wordlessly with a smile.
Jian Xiuyun suddenly felt a little stupid.
It was a lie in the first place, so there was nothing to argue about. What’s more, both of them are men, so there’s no difference which is what.
They were leisurely and content standing here, but Yu Miaomiao on the ground was choked by her anger. When had she ever faced such humiliation since she was a child?
Especially the people around her who were watching the excitement didn’t take it too seriously, and kept making comments.
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Jian Xiuyun immediately replied, “My name is Zhang San.”
Kan Wenxiao then said, “Li Si.”
Yu Miaomiao, “…” Why were their names more casual than hers?
“Okay, Zhang San and Li Si, in three days, in Luna Street. I will set up a ring. Then we will have a serious fight.”
Although he had no intention of keeping the appointment, Jian Xiuyun still responded calmly, “Okay, see you then.”
Yu Miaomiao, “It is settled then.”
After saying that, Jian Xiuyun said “goodbye” and led Kan Wenxiao and Xiao Xi’er out.
After leaving the crowd, Jian Xiuyun let go of Kan Wenxiao’s hand and asked, “Where had you disappeared to?”
Kan Wenxiao curled up his left hand slightly, feeling the lingering warmth in his hand, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.
“I just saw a store selling jade rings, so I went in to take a look.”
When Jian Xiuyun heard this, he smiled knowingly. As expected.
So he said narrowly, “Yes, it has only been an hour since we left the inn, and a life-long matter has already been resolved.”
Kan Wenxiao stared at him wordlessly.
Jian Xiuyun knew what he had said was indeed correct. He just thought Kan Wenxiao was shy, so he said considerately, “In that case, you don’t have to come with us. Go and accompany the lady.”
Kan Wenxiao’s expression condensed slightly, and he took out a pure white jade ring from his sleeves and handed it to him.
Jian Xiuyun took a look and commented, “The jade is good quality, and the workmanship is fine.”
Unexpectedly, the next second, Kan Wenxiao lowered his head and carefully tied the jade ring around his waist.
“Wenxiao?” Jian Xiuyun’s face was full of surprise.
Kan Wenxiao raised his head. Through that coquettish mask, Jian Xiuyun couldn’t see the expression on his face, but could only see his eyes gazing back at him.
It reflected the stars in the sky, the brightly lit streets, the people passing by, and him.
Then he heard Kan Wenxiao carefully enunciating each word, “There is no girl, I thought this jade ring was very fine, so I just wanted to buy it and give it to Shizun.”
Jian Xiuyun was stunned when he heard this.
Something seemed to break the ice and surface up in his heart.
All the previous clues connected with each other like a web.
He seemed to understand something, but also understand absolutely nothing.
People kept passing by on Luna Street, and a young couple passed by together.
The girl wore a green jade ring around her waist, and the man held a golden hairpin in his hand.
They passed by Jian Xiuyun, their expressions hidden because of masks, but their laughter could clearly be heard.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment. His hand stroked the jade ring around his waist, and his eyes followed their figures.
“Brother, I am hungry.” Xiao Xi’er looked at the wonton stall not far from them and patted her belly.
Jian Xiuyun finally came to his senses and said in a panic, “Alright, let’s go buy some.”
After saying that, he led Xiao Xi’er towards the wonton stall, leaving Kan Wenxiao alone.
Kan Wenxiao stared at his somewhat panicked back, shaking his head and chuckling before following after him.
“Sir, we will have a bowl of wontons.” After Jian Xiuyun ordered, he pulled Xiao Xi’er to sit down.
Not long after they settled, the chair across him was pulled back and Kan Wenxiao sat down.
Although the two of them were separated by the table, Jian Xiuyun suddenly felt a little suffocated.
Jian Xiuyun felt that he couldn’t stand it any longer, so he raised his head, looked at Kan Wenxiao, and said calmly, “You eat with her. I feel a little tired, so I will go back first.”
After saying that, he stood up and left without waiting for a reply.
As soon as he returned to the inn, Jian Xiuyun lay down on the bed as if he was exhausted.
Then he started tossing and turning.
After rolling around on the bed like a pancake for a long time, he finally calmed down a little bit.
Due to heat at night, the windows at the inn were not shut, and one could see the view outside from the bed.
At this time, the night outside was dark and the moon was full.
Jian Xiuyun stared at the bright moon outside and gradually calmed down.
He reached out and caressed the jade ring around his waist.
In fact, it was just a jade ring, it didn’t mean anything.
Moreover, Kan Wenxiao also said that he bought this jade ring as a gift for him simply because he thought it was good.
Why should he look so much into it?
It was okay for a disciple to give a gift to his master.
Plus, they were both men.
Moreover, he had not treated Kan Wenxiao well in his childhood, so how could he entertain such messy thoughts about him.
Obviously, according to the plot, Kan Wenxiao was going to throw him into a dungeon and torture him to death.
When he thought of this, Jian Xiuyun instantly calmed down.
Yes, there was so much hatred and loathing in his previous life, how could there be any other possibility between them.
Thinking of the days and nights he had spent in the dungeon in his previous life, Jian Xiuyun raised his hand and pinched himself hard.
He said to himself bitterly, “The scar was so healed that I forgot it hurt.”
Shizun…really? You are going this route? You sure?
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