The Obsessive Crown Prince Can't Let Me Go
Chapter 195 - 193: Looking Ferocious With a Precious Treasure

Chapter 195: Chapter 193: Looking Ferocious With a Precious Treasure

Xue Mianmian’s breath quickened under the fervent kiss, her cheeks flushed, even her lips becoming more vibrant and glossy.

She blinked her long, dense lashes in grievance, her doe-like eyes quickly welling with tears, utterly clueless as to what had provoked this scourge of a man again.

She whimpered through her sobs, "Young Master, I wasn’t jealous..."

"Not jealous?"

"I only hope for the Young Master’s well-being, wishing you would settle down soon, take a wife, and have children."

"And if I take a wife, and the mistress of the house cannot tolerate you, what will you do then?"

Xue Mianmian obediently replied, "I will pack my things and leave far away, never causing trouble for the Young Madam or you."

Xue Ling’s eyes grew fiercer as he ground his teeth, "So, you’ve been planning to run all along? Do you think that if I marry and have children, I’ll let you leave?!"

Xue Mianmian looked at him pleadingly, "Young Master, you promised me back then—you said you’d let me go after you marry..."

"I only said that to trick you because you were crying so much it kept me awake. Xue Mianmian, do you really believe the words of someone like me?!"

Xue Mianmian tilted her head back to look at him, disbelief flooding her expression.

She had endured countless torment and humiliation by his side for all these years, clinging to the sole hope that he would marry and let her go.

But tonight, he claimed that promise was a lie...

Even a clay figure would have its limits. In that instant, Xue Mianmian burst into tears.

She pounded her fists on Xue Ling’s chest with all her might. "Why are you so cruel?! Your father and mother are wonderful people, and so is Qingqing! How could someone as shameless as you be related to them by blood?! You don’t keep your word, you’re a scoundrel!"

The girl’s fists were as soft and delicate as her temper.

When they landed on Xue Ling’s chest, they didn’t hurt in the slightest.

Xue Ling caught her small hands, bloodthirsty undertones lacing his peach-blossom eyes as he said, "I’ve always been a scoundrel. Are you just realizing this now? Well then, if I’m not fit to be called their family, are you? Don’t forget, the fine clothes and delicacies you once enjoyed were all stolen from me! You’re a thief, and so is your mother!"

"I am not a thief, and my mother is not a thief..." Xue Mianmian broke down crying, "I’ve spent four entire years atoning for my mother’s sins with you. You can’t be so heartless, so cruel as to strip me of my whole life..."

At the thought of serving this scourge for the rest of her life, the young girl was overwhelmed by despair, crying uncontrollably like a dying fish flopping its last on dry land.

In her frantic struggles, she accidentally slapped Xue Ling across the face.

"That’s enough!"

Watching for some time, Luo Wanxiang could no longer hold back and snapped in a commanding tone. _{fr\(e)ew(e)b.(n)o (v)(e)l.com}

She strode over and pointed a finger at Xue Mianmian’s nose, scolding, "What do you think you’re doing, raising a hand against someone?! As a woman, you ought to be respectful, demure, and gentle. Don’t you even know the most basic rules?! A lowly servant girl like you would’ve been beaten to death long ago back in Jiangnan!"

Xue Mianmian stared at Luo Wanxiang through her teary eyes, her gaze blurred.

She could tell that Luo Wanxiang fancied Xue Ling.

But Luo Wanxiang didn’t like her.

At the thought that Luo Wanxiang might marry Xue Ling and become the Young Madam, she shuddered in fear, unsure of the new depths of misery she would be subjected to—a misery that seemed to have no end. The thought made her tremble all over, her tears falling like rain.

Luo Wanxiang frowned, "Why are you glaring at me?! Kneel down and apologize at once! I can’t stand women like you, always crying as if I’m bullying you!"

Even Xue Ling hadn’t foreseen Luo Wanxiang suddenly barging in.

He raised his wide sleeve, shielding Xue Mianmian in his embrace. "Luo, what business of yours is this?"

Luo Wanxiang pouted, "Xue Ling, I’m trying to help you! This lowly servant girl is clearly trying to seduce you; can’t you see that? And here I thought you were different from other men, but now I see you’re just as blind, unable to distinguish a vixen from a virtuous woman!"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Xue Ling, exasperated, wrapped his sleeve tightly around Xue Mianmian and left.

The handsome, enchanting youth in his red robe exuded an air of decisiveness. The frail girl in his arms, her pale and tear-streaked face smaller than his palm, clung close to his chest as if fearful of being seen by anyone else. Xue Ling even used his broad sleeve to obscure her delicate face.

He treated her as if she were a precious treasure.

As Luo Wanxiang watched the two of them, she suddenly recalled Shen Yinning’s words:

——Xue Ling deeply cherishes her, carrying her everywhere. He seems to wish he could tie her to his waistband.

At this moment, it seemed Shen Yinning’s words weren’t an exaggeration at all.

Luo Wanxiang flushed with shame and anger.

She rarely took a liking to any young man, yet this one completely disregarded her!

Just like every other man, he also preferred those gaudy, shallow women!

Her eyes reddened as she stomped her embroidered shoe and ripped the soft whip from her waist, suddenly attacking Xue Ling from behind!

The whip whistled fiercely through the air.

Still holding Xue Mianmian with one arm, Xue Ling deftly dodged to the side of the corridor.

The force of inertia sent Luo Wanxiang tumbling to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt.

Before she could rise, Xue Ling stepped on her back with one foot and said impatiently, "Luo, if you weren’t a woman, I’d have killed you eight hundred times by now! We’re not even strangers; what gives you the right to meddle in my affairs? Stay away from me from now on, or I won’t care who you are—I’ll hit you every time I see you!"

His expression was icy as he carried Xue Mianmian and walked away.

Luo Wanxiang scrambled to her feet, a large shoeprint visible on her back!

Crying, she shouted after him, "You’ll regret this someday!"

Xue Ling didn’t even bother to acknowledge her.

Luo Wanzhao hurried over, a look of concern on her face. "Xiang’er, everyone’s enjoying themselves over there. I just turned my back for a moment, and suddenly you were gone. Why are you crying? Who bullied you?!"

"Who else but Xue Ling?" Luo Wanxiang sobbed as she picked up her whip from the ground. "Sister, he disrespected me for the sake of his concubine. I was so mad I lashed at him with my whip, but he dodged! Then he even stomped on me when I fell!"

Luo Wanzhao fell silent momentarily.

After a pause, she carefully said, "Perhaps you and Young Master Xue are simply not well-matched. Why not consider the Fifth Prince instead? Father and Prince Wu both hope you’ll marry him as his Concubine. If he ascends the throne, you’ll be the Noble Consort, something countless women dream of but can never attain."

"I don’t want that!"

Luo Wanxiang declared righteously, "Sister, you and the other ordinary women only care about wealth and status. I’m not like you. I want true love, not riches! Even though Xue Ling stomped on me, it only proves that he’s different from other men. Those ordinary men only flatter me endlessly, but he dares to ignore me—this shows he’s a real man with spirit. Sister, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll marry no one but Xue Ling in this life!"

Luo Wanzhao sighed in exasperation. "He dotes on that concubine of his so much, and with your temperament, how could you bear it?"