CHAPTER 130: CHAPTER 130: TANG ZAN IS NO GOOD MAN—HE IS A TRAGIC VILLAIN

Tang Zan’s fiery breath brushed over Shu’er’s face, causing a tickling sensation.

His eyes were so deep, as if they could suck her in.

At this moment, Tang Zan felt a strong, urgent desire to kiss her.

As if only then the panic in his heart would be erased.

The two were getting closer and closer, and Shu’er was also somewhat stupefied, momentarily forgetting to react.

Until there was only a millimeter left between them, Shu’er felt enveloped by masculine pheromones. Such a handsome face was indeed hard for anyone to resist, and she blushed as well.

Shu’er took a deep breath, barely regained some rationality from the charm of his appearance, and quickly turned her head aside, dodging him.

Tang Zan widened his eyes as Shu’er turned her head, her lips brushed lightly against his, as softly as a breath.

On his lips lingered the touch and warmth of Shu’er’s soft lips, soft and springy, with a hint of fragrance and sweetness.

In the instant of contact, his very soul seemed to shiver, a tingling sensation surged straight to his spine.

He subconsciously tightened his grip, holding Shu’er tighter.

Shu’er struggled to break free.

"Tang Zan, let go of me."

Tang Zan’s voice was low and hoarse: "Come back with me."

Shu’er gave a cold, lazy smile, her peach blossom eyes lowered as she looked at him.

"What? Can you finally behave now?"

Tang Zan said, "You tell me."

Shu’er sneered, seeing his attitude, she turned to leave, only to be lifted horizontally by Tang Zan.

"Talk as you walk."

His voice deep and magnetic, with an emotion Shu’er couldn’t discern in his eyes.

Shu’er said, "I have nothing to say, things are just as I told you."

Tang Zan sighed, his tone softened unusually.

"Let’s go back."

Shu’er was stunned, raising an eyebrow at Tang Zan, this was almost the first time he compromised like this; the previous Tang Zan was not like this.

Tang Zan noticed Shu’er looking at him, his ears turned slightly red, and a blush appeared on his fair face.

Holding Shu’er now, the heart he had held high just now finally returned to its place.

The moment he saw Shu’er wanting to leave, a panic he had never experienced surged up.

Moreover, that kiss, as light as a dragonfly touching water, unnoticed even by Shu’er, brought him an entirely different experience.

That feeling that tugged at his heart and soul.

He never thought this person would be Shu’er.

He touched his lips, as if they still retained the feeling of Shu’er’s lips.

When they arrived home, Tang Zan noticed Shu’er’s slightly reddened eyes and the tear stains on her face.

The anger that had subsided re-emerged once more.

He looked at her red-rimmed eyes, almost angry.

"Shu’er, did you cry for that fake Lu Yuan?"

He wanted to say: And what about him?

She had never cried for him.

But he couldn’t bring himself to say these words.

Because he knew, the answer Shu’er would give wasn’t what he wanted.

In her eyes, there was never any emotion beyond that of comradeship.

He knew she never considered herself to be his wife.

Shu’er raised an eyebrow at Tang Zan, her eyes were calm, but her words were extremely provoking.

"Yes, that fake Lu Yuan is my lover, I cried for him willingly, I wished I could give him my heart..."

Tang Zan’s expression was full of gloom: "Who do you want to give your heart to?"

Tang Zan’s aura was somewhat intimidating, causing Shu’er to be momentarily speechless.

Tang Zan looked at Shu’er: "Shu’er, you are my wife."

Shu’er coldly retorted: "No, I’m not."

Tang Zan laughed in anger, realizing he had pushed Shu’er too far, his attitude involuntarily softened.

He gently wiped away her tear stains, his dark eyes giving Shu’er a sense of gentleness.

Tang Zan said, "Shu’er."

Shu’er looked up into his eyes.

"Hm?"

Tang Zan opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but in the end said nothing.

He only sighed: "Take a shower and get some sleep."

Shu’er realized that she probably couldn’t leave now, her martial arts were nowhere near as good as Tang Zan’s.

Moreover, Tang Zan wasn’t beyond saving; at least now, his obviously remorseful and shriveled demeanor was quite to her liking.

Shu’er went to take a shower, and while showering, realized how she and Tang Zan seemed like a quarreling young couple.

The mere thought of her and Tang Zan as a couple made her shiver with revulsion.

How could she have such a strange thought?

There was absolutely no possibility between her and Tang Zan.

After all, Tang Zan was a major villain with a tragic end.

He wouldn’t be a good person anyway.

When Shu’er came out after her bath, she saw Tang Zan had also showered and changed into a new outfit.

With his wet hair half tied, he stood at the door, quietly watching her direction, his eyes tranquil.

It wasn’t until she approached that Tang Zan turned and followed her to leave.

At Shu’er’s room door, Tang Zan finally said: "When Zhang Feng came, I told him I want to go to the army."

Shu’er was stunned, raising an eyebrow to look at him.

"Your injury hasn’t healed yet? Are you sure you want to go?"

Tang Zan gave a self-deprecating smile.

"This injury probably won’t heal in a lifetime, and I can’t stay behind the scenes manipulating the storm forever. A real man should go to the battlefield and fight the enemy."

Shu’er nodded, then said: "When do you plan to go?"

Tang Zan’s gaze swept over Shu’er’s face, as if seeking a trace of reluctance.

But finding none, he smiled to himself.

"In the next few days."

Shu’er nodded: "I respect your decision."

She returned to the room, and only after lying in bed and closing her eyes did she suddenly sit up.

Wait!

If Tang Zan goes to the battlefield, she would be too far from him, and wouldn’t that make her perpetually dizzy, even finding it hard to work?

Not to mention, without Tang Zan’s Power of Plot, she might encounter the original plot of the novel.

Then she would die, and this transmigration would end.

Thinking of this, Shu’er’s expression turned unpleasant.

If that fake Lu Yuan were still here, she could hold on for a while, but he’s gone too.

So now, there were only three options left.

One option is to follow Tang Zan to the army camp.

Another is to persuade Tang Zan not to go.

The third option is to find the fake Lu Yuan, or a main character with a heavier role.

That way, she could rely on that character’s Power of Plot to not be dizzy.

Shu’er felt uneasy; she just wanted to reach the original character’s death point soon.

After passing that point, she would be free and no longer bound to Tang Zan.