"To be honest, compared to a goddess, you have more of a seductive demon’s charm."
"Actually... you're just a pervert, aren't you?"
Su Qing’s tone carried a hint of admiration.
When he first proposed this, he had considered the possibility of failure.
Yet the final result even left him surprised, so his praise was genuine.
Unfortunately, the most sincere praise at this moment turned into a merciless blade that stabbed straight into Ye Xueyi’s heart.
Her chest tightened, and her vision darkened.
At this moment, she completely broke down.
She had endured humiliation for so long, only to be told that she was the pervert?!
The once pristine celestial beauty now seemed to be shrouded in an ominous black aura.
Silence stretched between them for several seconds.
"Impossible... you're lying! You must have just turned off whatever effect this thing had!"
Ye Xueyi suddenly erupted.
Her crimson eyes burned—not clear whether from grievance or rage.
How could a stubborn woman like her possibly admit the undeniable truth?
Summoning a surge of reckless courage, she shoved Su Qing onto the bed.
Then, without hesitation, she leaped onto him, straddling his waist.
Her hands pressed against his chest, her furious gaze locking onto his, clearly on the verge of losing control.
"I told you, there's no need to go this far. You're acting like a sore loser."
Su Qing didn't resist, merely clicking his tongue.
"Liar! Scoundrel! You deceive me like this, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?!"
Ye Xueyi's voice quivered with suppressed sobs as she glared at his ever-present smirk.
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Suddenly—
That smirk disappeared, replaced by a serene calmness.
A calmness so profound that even Ye Xueyi, overwhelmed as she was, faltered for a moment.
"So, do you now understand how it feels to be deceived?"
Su Qing gazed into her tear-filled eyes, his voice indifferent.
There was no mockery on his face—only contemplation.
Those who deceive others will, one day, taste the bitterness of their own lies.
Ye Xueyi, seeing his expression, felt the rage that had nearly consumed her suddenly cool.
Why... why was he telling her this?
"I had no grudge against you, yet you deceived me, trying to use me to achieve your own ends."
"Now, can you understand how I felt back then?"
"What you’re going through today is nothing more than repayment for what you once did."
His voice carried an unmistakable chill.
Su Qing had never been an overly ambitious person, yet so many had plotted against him.
This situation was merely him collecting a bit of interest.
Ye Xueyi’s fury, like a flame doused in cold water, extinguished instantly.
A flicker of confusion flashed in her eyes, and instinctively, she wanted to deny it.
But then—
She thought of that night, a night she could never forget.
That night when she had set a trap, luring him into a bridal chamber to manipulate him...
That wicked woman... was herself.
She fell into silence, unable to utter a word.
Su Qing didn’t speak either, merely watching her with an unreadable expression.
"We... we are different."
After a long while, the goddess barely managed to squeeze out these weak words.
Her voice was small, carrying an undeniable guilt.
"Double standards are a bad habit. You should ask your own conscience first."
Su Qing’s tone remained indifferent.
Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand—
Smack!
A crisp sound echoed in the room.
Beyond her own conscience, there was also external justice.
Her snow-white curves trembled from the impact, her already weakened body completely drained of strength.
She collapsed onto Su Qing, losing all her earlier momentum.
Am I... falling into his grasp again?
Her heart ached, yet at the same time, a strange sense of relief seeped in.
Today, both her body and spirit had been pushed to their limits—she was utterly exhausted.
The weight of her crumbling emotions sparked an unexpected thought in her mind.
It doesn’t matter anymore... whatever happens, happens.
If she was going to succumb again, there was no point in resisting. All she had to do was endure.
"Enough already. Why are you lying on me? Get up."
Yet Su Qing made no further moves, simply squeezing her cheek in mild irritation.
His tone carried only impatience, without a hint of teasing.
"What do you mean... Y-You don't need my help with cultivation anymore?"
Ye Xueyi blinked in confusion, blurting out the question before she could stop herself.
"Not interested today. Besides, you came to me voluntarily, remember? Now get up."
Su Qing waved her off dismissively.
She slowly stood, disbelief flashing across her eyes.
This scoundrel... was he actually showing mercy?
No, no way!
What if he was only playing with her? What if he was waiting for her to leave, just to call her back and humiliate her again?
A man as wicked as him would definitely do something like that!
That thought gnawed at her, yet she still carefully made her way outside.
Her steps were slow at first, prepared at any moment to hear him call her back.
But—
Even as she left the room, stepped outside the mansion, the expected voice never came.
Standing on the bustling street, Ye Xueyi felt a strange sense of unreality.
Did he... truly let her go?
What was this supposed to mean? Did she no longer hold any value to him?
No, that wasn’t it.
If he saw her as useless, there would’ve been no need to show that expression earlier.
Recalling his expression and tone, she was left with only one possibility.
Could it be... he actually likes me?
That thought took root in her heart and refused to leave.
Her heartbeat quickened, chaos stirring in her mind.
To be honest, she could no longer bring herself to hate Su Qing as she once did.
Why?
Perhaps it was the words he spoke back in that room.
The undeniable truth—
At the end of the day, she had been the one to wrong him first, and he had merely retaliated.
Everything she had suffered was, in a way, her own doing.
At this moment, she suddenly understood what it meant to put herself in another’s shoes.
"Have you seen enough?"
Su Qing, watching her departure, sighed and spoke to the shadows.
The moment his words fell, a graceful figure slowly stepped out—it was Yun Rong, who was supposed to have left.
At this moment, the mature beauty’s face was flushed crimson.
Her usual gentleness was now tinged with undeniable allure.
A refined lady like her, in this state—there was only one way to describe her:
Enchanting beyond words.
Clearly, she had been watching for quite some time.
To be exact—she had seen everything.
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