CHAPTER 281: CHAPTER 276: EITHER TAKE ME WITH YOU

Nangong Mo’s handsome face turned dark, "Lin Wanyue, mind your words!"

Yun Ran blinked with a smile, "What’s the problem? I think this nickname matches your unique aura!"

"..."

The man glared at her with a frosty glance, "Lin Wanyue, you’re not allowed to go out today."

Yun Ran was baffled, "Really? Just for calling you Mr. Dog? Are you that petty?"

Nangong Mo: "..." Am I really that petty?!

The man glanced at the knee-deep snow on the ground, his voice chilling, "The snow is too deep, and you’re too clumsy. I’m afraid you’ll fall and die."

Yun Ran: "..."

[What did the dog say?! Fall and die?! Is that polite of you?!]

That enchanting voice rang in her ears again:

"The north wind howls today. With your skinny arms and legs, what if a gust blows you into the river and you drown?"

Yun Ran: "..."

[Who’s he cursing? Can’t he wish something good for me?!]

[Could it be he’s still upset about what happened yesterday?!]

Listening to Yun Ran’s thoughts, the man’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

Ha! You guessed it! Yesterday’s gone, but the matter isn’t over!

I’ll find out that man’s identity, and as for you...

"Lin Wanyue, you still haven’t embroidered the pouch from last time. Today, stay home and embroider it for me."

Yun Ran wanted to slap him hard.

"Didn’t I already embroider it for you? Did you lose it and now want to blame me?"

The man gave her a casual glance, calmly saying, "That one was too ugly, it doesn’t count."

Yun Ran: "..."

[Even if it’s a bit ugly, did you have to say it? Couldn’t you spare me some dignity?!]

Yun Ran rolled her eyes silently, "If you dislike it so much, why ask me to embroider another? I refuse!"

"Refusal is invalid."

"..."

"Remember how much silver taels you owe me?"

"..."

"If you don’t embroider the pouch, the interest doubles."

"..."

Yun Ran almost couldn’t resist kicking him into the snow.

Looking at his outrageously handsome face, she really wanted to ruin it!!!

He’s Yun Mo, Yun Mo is him, he stole a whole bag of my gold and jewels! And he dares to talk about interest?!"

"Nangong Mo, isn’t it better to live well? Why insist on courting death?"

Hearing the girl’s gritted voice, the man raised an eyebrow slightly, with a half-smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Of course, I wish to live well. I haven’t had my wedding night, I haven’t become a father, how could I die?"

"..."

Yun Ran silently turned away, not wanting to look at him. Every day he talks about wedding nights and fatherhood, it’s too much to bear!

"Lin Wanyue, if you don’t want to embroider the pouch today, perhaps you could join me in reading?"

Upon hearing ’reading’, Yun Ran couldn’t help but think back to that day’s scene, her eyebrow twitching fiercely.

"Read your dog’s head off! If you dare read those kinds of books in front of me again, I’ll send your skull flying with one slap!!"

Nangong Mo: "..."

Just reading a book, and I might lose my head? Is it that serious?

The man pressed his thin lips together, his eyes filled with grievance and innocence, "Lin Wanyue, I’m a normal man, a pure gentleman."

"You won’t let me have a wedding night, or even sleep in bed. Can I not even read to comfort my troubled self?"

Yun Ran: "..."

[Is he actually feeling a bit aggrieved?!]

[What’s even weirder is that I kinda agree with him?]

[Oh, nonsense! He’s so confident in his absurdity? Where’s the grievance here?]

"If you want to read, do it in your room. I’m heading out."

Yun Ran didn’t want to argue this point, packing her bag to leave, only to be blocked by Nangong Mo once more.

"Either take me with you, or stay home with me."

Saying this, the man moved like lightning, catching her belt unexpectedly.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at her in a leisurely manner, clearly saying:

If you don’t take me, then I’ll perish with your belt!

Yun Ran: "..."

[I ultimately underestimated his shameless limits...]

In the end, Yun Ran chose to stay home.

She neither embroidered the pouch nor considered reading with him; instead, she fetched the flowers and plants stored in the side hall and began concocting various poisonous pellets.

At first, Nangong Mo was secretly delighted, thinking she was finally staying by his side today.

But soon, his previously uplifted lips straightened into a line, his handsome face shadowed and brooding.

Darn girl, she’d rather not go than take me with her?

Am I really that unwanted?

She hasn’t even dealt with Xiao Mohan yet, and now there’s another!?

How many admirers has she enticed before?

How many love rivals still remain for me?

Yun Ran, although with her back turned to him, could still keenly feel his frosty gaze and the cold ripple through the wind.

While griping about him internally, her hands deftly and swiftly worked on crafting the various pellets.

[What’s the dog-man thinking now? This cold air keeps fluctuating... this big guy spends his days in wild imaginings...]

[I wonder how Wushang is doing now?]

[His assassination target was Lin Wanyue, so since I’m still alive, he’s likely still in the capital.]

[I also wonder if what that dog-man Nangong Mo said is true? Would he really kill to silence?]

[Since he could find and destroy the Rashamon Hall and Black Wind Village headquarters in such a short time, his covert powers aren’t to be underestimated.]

[If he truly wants to kill Wushang to silence him, wouldn’t Wushang be in great danger?]

Yun Ran was lost in her thoughts, completely unaware of the man’s expression behind her, which looked like a storm-laden sky, ready to erupt at any moment!

So that’s what that man’s name is, Wushang?

Ha... Wushang?

Surely he won’t have the surname Wu?

Calling him so intimately!

And worrying about him so much!

Sitting at home, yet in her heart she was already with that man!

Darn girl! Just great!

Yun Ran shivered, snapping back to reality, glancing outside at the swirling snow, "Has it gotten colder? It’s freezing! Looks like the snow will continue?"

[He’s still injured, can’t have stayed at an inn given his identity, right? Sigh! Who knows where he is now...]

Nangong Mo observed Yun Ran’s back for a moment, gripping the armrests of his wheelchair tightly, wheeling himself out with force.

The noise was particularly loud.

Only then did Yun Ran remember him. Looking back, all she saw was his profile.

[Eh? Why does it seem like the dog-man doesn’t look well? Furious vibes? Is he sulking himself into anger again?]