CHAPTER 415: CHAPTER 415: FEARLESS

Perhaps it’s because there’s nothing left for him to lose now, so he keeps trying.

Ji Yu has long since become fearless about this matter.

"I remember every word you’ve said. I know your story, and you know mine. I cannot let myself continue sinking like this, so I advise you to stop struggling."

She has her ways to escape this swamp.

Maybe it’s because Ji Yu spoke with such seriousness that he truly didn’t know how to respond in that moment.

"Yu, you are mine." He moved forward, attempting to kiss Ji Yu, but she kicked him squarely in the face.

"What I detest most is this kind of touch. I suggest you don’t trouble me again, or things won’t be so easily resolved next time."

Her expression was cold, and there was no trace of a smile on her delicate face.

Jiang Huai, however, did not take offense at her actions.

"Alright, then—I do wonder what it’ll look like when Yu is even less polite to me."

In truth, they’ve been far from polite to each other for quite some time.

Ji Yu understood what he meant, but at this moment, she felt uneasy and didn’t want to continue this conversation.

What she wanted more was to see Gu Qixiao’s situation; if it was truly dire, she needed to think about how to approach him.

"Yu, have a good rest. Tomorrow, we can still talk together." He smiled at Ji Yu, already harboring his opinions about the matter.

Ji Yu had already guessed as much—he likely still had some tricks up his sleeve—but this was enough to unsettle her.

She glanced at her surroundings, realizing she probably couldn’t escape for the time being.

"Miss Ji, there’s no need to struggle. In truth, sir has treated you quite well. Whatever you want, he will give it to you. Isn’t that enough to make you love him?"

The maid spoke up, trying to plead Jiang Huai’s case. Yet Ji Yu felt amused upon hearing this, "So, what exactly has he given me?"

All he’s ever given was endless imprisonment.

Her current situation was already this dire, and yet the maid could still say such things—it truly put Ji Yu in a difficult position.

"If you like Jiang Huai, you can confess to him anytime and anywhere. But don’t drag me into your affair. I think this sort of thing is utterly meaningless."

Even if it continued, it would only leave them feeling miserable.

"Miss Ji, please don’t talk nonsense. How could I possibly like the master? I just hope that you two can be together. Just look—this constant entanglement won’t lead to anything good. Wouldn’t it be better to just accept one another? Maybe then, you’ll both find a little happiness."

Her words came with the hope that Ji Yu might take them to heart.

But how could Ji Yu possibly listen?

"Everything you’ve said makes sense, but what does that have to do with me? His relentless struggle has nothing to do with me, right? I have one particular advantage, and that’s being sufficiently heartless."

Their moments of shared affection had long since been worn away.

She had already seen through the complexity of this matter.

Given the current circumstances, Ji Yu couldn’t say much more.

"Miss Ji, aren’t you being overly stubborn? Think about it—if you and the master were together, how would it be? Do you think he’d bully you?"

"No, but he’d destroy me." She was deeply aware of Jiang Huai’s possessive nature.

These thoughts left Ji Yu with no energy at all.

Ji Yu looked at the situation before her, feeling an unshakable sorrow in her heart.

"You won’t understand what I feel, and I won’t understand what you feel. So, the best outcome between us is mutual indifference. If you want to convince me of anything, I suggest you convince yourself to fall in love with Jiang Huai."

In truth, Jiang Huai would likely be receptive to such feelings.

He was simply bound by an obsession.

He didn’t think there was anything wrong, though Ji Yu only thought he was dirty.

Why must such matters be imposed upon her?

"Yu, are you planning to give up on me?" Jiang Huai took a deep breath, standing on the balcony with a pained expression.

He didn’t know what more he could do, but Ji Yu’s words had already made the situation unbearably grim for him.

"Why is it so difficult for me to have you? I love you, I adore you—why can’t you simply accept me?"

Sometimes, his behavior bordered on madness.

Ji Yu didn’t like seeing him this way, so he tried his best to avoid her whenever possible.

"I’ve done everything I could. Am I truly less worthy than Gu Qixiao in your eyes?" He couldn’t understand why he still couldn’t let go, why Ji Yu remained so deeply ingrained in his thoughts.

Clearly, Ji Yu had long since crossed the line. Letting go would be the best ending—but he couldn’t bear to.

The emotions repressed in his heart for so long refused to let him release her.

Letting go would be the cruelest act in the world for him.

"Master, Miss Ji is resting now, though it appears her heart remains uneasy. What do you think—how should we proceed?"

Jiang Huai wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, "Yu doesn’t need you to handle anything for her. She can do whatever she likes, as long as it doesn’t involve leaving me. Her presence here is far more important than anything else." His eyes still carried that stubborn glint.

It was as if only this way could he always be with Ji Yu.

The maid didn’t know how to respond to his perspective on the matter.

Was this really the nature of their relationship?

"If you have something to say, hurry up and say it. Don’t bother me here."

The maid ultimately didn’t have the courage.

But recalling Ji Yu’s earlier words, she felt somewhat indignant.

"Master, should I serve you?" She boldly placed her hand on his body with an air of supposed tenderness and charm.

But Jiang Huai’s eyes were filled only with disgust.

To Jiang Huai, such actions would never succeed.

"Do you know what I detest most? If you’re not disgusted, I am. Don’t fool yourself into thinking I’d feel anything for you." His words were venomous, as though the notion itself was utterly revolting.

The maid’s face instantly turned pale.