Wang Xiting wanted to speak, but the immense blow left her momentarily speechless, so she could only shake her head and then nod quickly.
That's right, she was just feeling unwell, so everything that happened just now was a misunderstanding!
A misunderstanding caused by her own discomfort!
Su Yunmo raised an eyebrow and said again, "Since you're not feeling well, it seems you're wearing too many clothes. Coincidentally, the outfit I'm wearing today isn't very nice. How about you take off yours and give it to me? Consider it a meeting gift."
Wang Xiting, in front of everyone, was unwilling to take off her clothes.
She turned pale with fright and could only cast a pleading look at Ye Jingkun.
Ye Jingkun's gaze was fixed on the little dumpling. Seeing the slyness in her eyes as she commanded, he found it difficult to control his own restless hands.
It was these eyes, these were the eyes he had always desired. They were truly beautiful.
If only they could be his alone someday.
But unfortunately, it wasn't possible yet. There were still too many people around her, too many distracting thoughts.
Seeing that Ye Jingkun was ignoring her, Wang Xiting desperately tried to find a way.
A nearby eunuch, seeing his master in a difficult situation, quickly whispered something.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiting immediately closed her eyes and feigned a faint.
The servants busied themselves, shouting that their young mistress was unwell and needed a physician. They then placed Wang Xiting back into her sedan chair and fled without looking back.
Their retreating figures looked like a hasty escape.
"Tch, boring," Su Yunmo pouted.
She hadn't actually intended to strip her clothes. No matter what, this woman was now the Emperor's, and if she were to make her undress and embarrass herself in public, wouldn't that be slapping the Emperor's face?
She wasn't that foolish.
She had merely wanted to see what this woman would do in the end. It turned out she only resorted to such childish tactics, and her acting was far inferior to Lin Yuning's.
The gaze falling upon her grew increasingly intense.
At this moment, only the two of them remained on the road.
Su Yunmo couldn't help but notice Ye Jingkun's gaze, even if she didn't want to.
She looked up, her eyes meeting Ye Jingkun's dark, somewhat greedy gaze. Those eyes didn't seem human, more like those of a jackal, tiger, or leopard.
It was only a fleeting moment. When Su Yunmo looked again, Ye Jingkun's expression had returned to normal, as if it had all been her imagination.
Su Yunmo shook her head, suppressing the thought, and asked with a less than pleasant tone, "Have you seen enough?"
"Since you have a face, are you afraid of others looking?" Although he said this, Ye Jingkun's gaze did indeed lessen.
However, his hands did not restrain themselves. He reached out, intending to touch the little dumpling's face.
Su Yunmo instinctively took a step back, narrowing her eyes at him, full of wariness.
Seeing her so guarded, Ye Jingkun sighed, "Do you dislike me that much? Are you afraid of me?"
"I wouldn't say afraid. I didn't dislike you before," Su Yunmo replied to his question perfectly.
In reality, this was exactly what she thought.
Su Yunmo did not hate Ye Jingkun. In fact, there had never been any friction between them; they could even be considered friends before.
But at some point, Su Yunmo noticed that the way he looked at her had changed.
That gaze wasn't simple liking, but a greedy possessiveness, not directed at a person, but as if he were possessing her as an object.
She truly disliked this feeling.
Because a long time ago, someone had looked at her this way.
The difference was that Ye Jingcheng treated her as a chess piece to be used, all for profit.
Ye Jingkun's behavior was more like wanting to collect something he considered extremely precious.
Ye Jingkun pursed his lips and withdrew his hand, seemingly hurt by Su Yunmo's answer.
He looked at Su Yunmo earnestly, as if he hadn't realized his feelings for her were a strange kind of obsession, and was desperately trying to understand it with a normal person's logic.
"Are you wary of me because you think I'm engaged to you for the General's Mansion's influence?"
Su Yunmo frowned.
She didn't know how to respond. This person seemed not only extreme about emotions but also somewhat dull.
However, she didn't intend to explain. She simply followed his words and asked him back, "Then what is your reason for being engaged to me?"
"Because I like you." These five words almost blurted out. Ye Jingkun's expression was very serious.
But Su Yunmo clearly saw no fluctuation in his eyes, as if he had prepared lines for the stage, just waiting for the moment she would ask him. xxs1
Su Yunmo took a deep breath and suddenly felt she had met her match, "But I don't like you. A forced melon isn't sweet."
More importantly, she was only seven years old, just seven years old!
These beasts!
"It doesn't matter, this King doesn't mind," Ye Jingkun said matter-of-factly. "Whether you like this King or not is irrelevant. As long as this King can see you often, it's enough."
He replied earnestly, his face not showing the humility of unrequited love, but a kind of condescending guidance.
As mentioned before, in Ye Jingkun's eyes, Su Yunmo was like an exquisite treasure that needed to be collected, not a person.
Who would develop genuine feelings for a treasure?
It was simply that she should be placed on his desk. As for who she belonged to, who she was, none of that mattered.
At this moment, Su Yunmo knew she couldn't reason with this man.
She leaped over him and walked away.
Ye Jingkun didn't understand why she suddenly left when they were talking so well.
But he didn't stop her either. He just frowned, somewhat puzzled, "A Jiu, did I say something wrong just now?"
Weren't women and young girls alike supposed to like hearing these words?
He had tried it before, and it had always succeeded.
A Jiu lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then replied in a way that his master could understand, "Perhaps Miss Su is too clever and saw through your true intentions."
"Is that so? That makes sense."
After all, that person was Momo.
Ye Jingkun readily accepted A Jiu's explanation.
He raised his hand towards Su Yunmo's retreating back, letting her silhouette overlap with his palm, then spread his fingers apart, looking at Su Yunmo through the gaps.
This feeling was quite interesting, as if Su Yunmo were trapped in his hand.
"It doesn't matter, next time this King will try to speak more sincerely."
Until she believed him. He was determined to get what he wanted.
The little dumpling's figure gradually disappeared from his sight.
Only then did Ye Jingkun lower his hand, narrowing his eyes slightly, a deep, charming glint flashing across them.
"Momo, this King truly wants to see."
What would it be like when those eyes only held this King?
She would surely be even more beautiful than she is now.
To reach that day, he would become better, more like a normal person.