Was it you that night?
Chapter 229 - 227: Exchange Conditions, Not Marrying Wuya

Chapter 229: Chapter 227: Exchange Conditions, Not Marrying Wuya

Yan Changsheng advanced step by step toward Shen Qinghe, no longer hiding the frenzy in his eyes, "Qinghe, I like you, I don’t want to see you marry another man. Seeing you with Mr. Wuya, I’m nearly driven mad by jealousy!!"

Shen Qinghe was so frightened by Yan Changsheng’s obsessive and twisted demeanor that she took several steps back.

Soon she remembered she didn’t need to be afraid of Yan Changsheng. She just couldn’t understand why, after so many years, he hadn’t developed feelings for her, and why he had suddenly started to have them now—it was baffling.

It couldn’t be just because she saved his life, and now he had developed feelings for her.

"Second Senior Brother, I don’t think this is the right time to discuss this. Mr. Wuya hasn’t provoked you, and you have no reason to hold him captive. Please let him go first," Shen Qinghe said, softening her tone, not wanting to enrage Yan Changsheng at this time.

The safety of Mr. Wuya was of the utmost importance.

Yan Changsheng had not expected such a bland response from Shen Qinghe. Even if she had shown a look of disgust, it would have been better than her current indifferent demeanor.

He confessed his love for her, yet her mind was filled with thoughts of Mr. Wuya.

"Why should I let him go? He shouldn’t have set his sights on you at all. He wants to marry you? I will confine him in the space-time rift forever. Does he like you? I will make sure he can only gaze at you through the Xuantian Mirror..."

"You can like me, so why can’t he? Also, what has my father done to offend you? That year, it was you who wounded my father with the Changsheng Sword, causing him to fall into a coma. As if that weren’t enough, you even trapped my father in the same space. He treated you as his own son, and look at how you repay him—ungrateful, how can you do such heartless and deranged things?!" Shen Qinghe coldly interrupted Yan Changsheng’s presumptuous rant.

When Shen Qinghe brought up Shen Zhuo, there was a momentary sadness in Yan Changsheng’s expression, but he knew he could not turn back.

If he wanted to get close to Qinghe, he had to eliminate Dongfang Wuya, his formidable rival. To create a space that wouldn’t arouse Dongfang Wuya’s suspicions, the involvement of his Master was indispensable; he had no other choice.

"Qinghe, how about this—if you marry me, I’ll release Mr. Wuya and Master," Yan Changsheng looked at Shen Qinghe eagerly, "Since you care so much about Mr. Wuya, you should be willing to do anything for him, right?"

Shen Zhiyao was dumbfounded by the conversation she was overhearing, and she finally couldn’t hold back her rage, "Yan Changsheng, have you gone mad?! The way you treated Qinghe before, Qinghe nearly met a tragic end, and you still have the face to ask her to marry you? She’s not a masochist. There are so many good men in the world, so many who like her, why should she marry you, a rotten cabbage chewed over by that cheap woman Nan Sheng?!"

After being thoroughly scolded by Shen Zhiyao, Yan Changsheng’s expression grew stern.

He knew he wasn’t worthy of Qinghe; he also knew he had long lost the right to have her, but he couldn’t let go and wanted to try.

How would he know it wouldn’t work without trying?

Even if it meant forcing Qinghe to marry him, he was willing to stop at nothing.

"I don’t care, I want Qinghe. Even if she despises me, I want to marry her. She was meant to be my wife. If Qinghe won’t marry me, then I won’t release Mr. Wuya!" Yan Changsheng declared desperately, a hint of crimson flickering in his eyes.

Noticing this detail, Shen Qinghe quickly pulled Shen Zhiyao aside, whispering, "Elder sister, don’t stimulate him anymore, let me try to persuade him."

"Can’t you see he’s gone mad? Do you think you can persuade him?" Shen Zhiyao retorted irritably.

But for the sake of Elder Shen and Mr. Wuya, she chose to keep quiet.

Having persuaded Shen Zhiyao, Shen Qinghe then said to Yan Changsheng, "I cannot marry you because what you have done indeed crosses my bottom line. Perhaps in the future, you might have a chance to change my opinion of you, but right now, I simply can’t. Changsheng, you know my disposition; once I decide something, I won’t change my mind, unless you plan to force me to my death. Of course, I can promise you that I will not marry Mr. Wuya."

Yan Changsheng’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, "You really won’t marry Mr. Wuya?!"

"Truly!" Shen Qinghe replied emphatically, "I’ve realized he harbors no romantic feelings towards me. If I am to marry, I want to marry a man who has me in his heart."

Yan Changsheng was skeptical, the bloodshot in his eyes gradually fading, "You’re not deceiving me?!"

Seeing Yan Changsheng slowly return to normal, Shen Qinghe felt slightly relieved, "You should know me well enough to understand that I’m not someone who makes empty promises. What I say, I do!"

After this ordeal, she felt the plot of the book would still follow its original course, and she was curious to know whether Dongfang Wuya would actually marry Nan Sheng in the future.

If Dongfang Wuya really did marry Nan Sheng in the future, she would under no circumstances marry him. Nan Sheng disgusted her; she found any man associated with her repulsive!

Yan Changsheng met Shen Qinghe’s resolute gaze; he truly understood her. She never made promises lightly, but once she made them, she kept them.

Shen Zhiyao, who had been listening on the side, grew anxious and pulled Qinghe aside to ask, "You’re really not marrying Mr. Wuya?"

"No, I’m not," Shen Qinghe answered with serene indifference.

Shen Zhiyao had previously thought Shen Qinghe’s marriage to Dongfang Wuya was too hasty, yet when she heard Qinghe renounce the marriage, she felt it was a pity.

Given Dongfang Wuya’s domineering nature, would he agree if Qinghe said she would not marry him?

"If you don’t want to marry him, then don’t. After all, you’ve already been with Mr. Wuya; losing him shouldn’t be regarded as a pity." Shen Zhiyao decided not to dwell on it any longer and gave unconditional support to her sister’s decision.

Shen Qinghe looked towards Yan Changsheng, "Changsheng, let them out. I’m afraid something might happen. You know how dearly my father loves me and the kindness that Mr. Wuya has shown me; I could never repay it in this lifetime. If they were to come to any harm because of me, I would have no choice but to kill you to avenge them!"

Yan Changsheng felt a chill in his heart; he knew that if she said she could do it, she undoubtedly would.

At the very least, she would not marry Dongfang Wuya any longer, which meant that he had another chance. The future was unpredictable, but he felt that his efforts this time had not been in vain.

"Fine, I will release Mr. Wuya! But I have one condition, that he must not know that it was I who trapped him. Consider it repayment for saving Zhiyao’s life!" Yan Changsheng quickly made up his mind.

In reality, even if Qinghe had not come to see him, he would not have been able to hold on much longer, mainly because Dongfang Wuya’s cultivation base was too strong. He had exhausted all his efforts in trapping Dongfang Wuya in the rift of space-time. Previously, when Dongfang Wuya had suddenly exerted his power, it appeared that the space had not loosened, but that was merely the result of him barely holding on.

If Dongfang Wuya were to exert his strength again, he would certainly not be able to withstand it, but he would not let Qinghe know this.

Shen Qinghe thought that even if Yan Changsheng didn’t let Dongfang Wuya know he was behind it, as the male lead, they were bound to have a life-and-death confrontation sooner or later. If he chose not to tell, then so be it.

Moreover, Yan Changsheng had indeed saved her elder sister’s life at the time.