Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

The whole world fell silent instantly, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Lin Lulu looked at Jing Sichen, her thin lips slightly parted. In an instant, all her anger, grievances, confusion, and persistence turned into a big exclamation mark.

"Jing... Jing Sichen? You..." She was so shocked that she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Jing Sichen: Oh no! I let it slip!

Given the current situation, if she admitted that she was Jing Sichen, she would definitely think that everything he had done to her was just a game.

No matter how he tried to explain, he couldn't make it clear.

She simply wouldn't believe it.

A sense of defeat rose in his heart. Why did he have to decide to hide his identity on a whim?

This is a total trap!

Now, it's too late for regrets!

"Even if it's an act, I'm still your husband!" He had no choice but to forcefully steer the conversation back on track. "Lin Lulu, don't forget what you said! You said you would remain a widow for Jing Sichen, and that you would only marry him in your life! What? Now you want to change your mind? Dream on!"

"Jing Sichen! You're Jing Sichen!" She shrank back in terror. "Stop making things up! I won't believe you! What do you want? Why are you lying to me?"

She was indeed afraid.

A complex emotion flashed in Jing Sichen's eyes.

Even if I get a little closer, she will immediately resist and shrink back, her body even trembling slightly.

"What have I done to you? Why are you so afraid of me?" Her tone was deeply hurt.

"Why?" she stared at him nervously. "What exactly is your purpose in approaching me?"

He looked at her, wishing he could just take this opportunity to tell her everything.

As her real husband, he can do whatever he wants with a clear conscience.

But even if I were to be honest, it wouldn't be now, or here.

"Go home first," he said coldly. "On the way, think carefully about what you really want to do with me."

That calm and rational tone sounded particularly ruthless.

Lin Lulu sat in the back seat, staring at Jing Sichen, countless terrifying thoughts flashing through her mind, but she rejected them one by one.

How could that be?

The older man has clearly always been very good to her!

But if he really is Jing Sichen...

The car slowly drove into the villa, the atmosphere eerie and tense enough to send chills down one's spine.

In the bedroom, Lin Lulu stood there, waiting for Jing Sichen to give her the final answer.

"Is there anything you want to say?" His face was extremely gloomy.

Lin Lulu found it particularly puzzling.

Why was it him who questioned her?

Shouldn't she be in control?

He's the one who should feel guilty!

She felt that she really needed to learn from his aura.

"It's your turn to speak!" she mustered her courage to confront him. "You're Jing Sichen! I wasn't wrong, was I?"

He showed no interest in her question and instead asked, "What exactly is going on between you and Yan Moshen?"

Forget about arranged marriages and parental orders; that phrase is all he can think about now.

"What happened between him and me?" She frowned, annoyed. "Don't change the subject!"

"Answer me!" he roared explosively, successfully startling her.

She was increasingly convinced that he was Jing Sichen.

That day, Jing Sichen's terrifying aura was ever-present, like a shadow.

She will never forget that feeling.

"My...uncle and I..." her voice was very soft, "we...we're just ordinary friends."

Jing Sichen: Friends?

He doesn't believe it!

"A friend?" He stepped forward, his sinister aura enveloping her. "Where are you going with him? On a date? You're all smiles when you see him, what? Does he make you that happy?"

Sensing a dangerous atmosphere, Lin Lulu felt injured and inexplicably.

What right does he have to question her?

If we're really talking about right and wrong, he clearly has a fiancée yet he said ambiguous things in front of her. That's the behavior of a scumbag!

What's wrong?

Is it a premarital trial relationship?

Now, under his suspicious gaze, she felt wronged and angry.

It's him!

This led to her being labeled a "mistress".

If you want to break up with him completely, then there's only one way!

"Yes!" she replied, clearly seeing his face instantly darken. "At least my uncle isn't like you; he respects me! But you not only carried me back directly, but you also spoke to me with such an aggressive attitude!"

At least your uncle doesn't seem like you?

This sentence was repeated countless times in Jing Sichen's mind in countless tones.

With each repetition, the righteous anger that rose around him deepened.

She really does like Yan Moshen!

That day, she suddenly saw the joy that flashed in Yan Moshen's eyes, and he saw it clearly.

But he naively and ridiculously thought that he was just overthinking things.

After all, when she was with him, it was clear that she liked him!

But it turned out he was wrong.

He's completely wrong!

He pressed closer, his gaze fixed on her.

She instinctively stepped back until her back touched the cold, hard wall. Her heart tightened, and when she looked at the man in front of her, he was like a massive iceberg. Without direction, she had no way out; the only outcome was to crash into him and sink.

His dark eyes lowered, taking in her fear. Behind his cold and ruthless aura lay deep hurt, even resentment.

She was afraid of him.

He was so good to her, yet she was still afraid of him.

He used to feel superior because of his imposing presence.

Now, however, I find that I have lost completely.

"Lin Lulu," the voice was forced out through clenched teeth, "I'm giving you one last chance. Answer me properly!"

He raised his hand and pinched her chin. "Hmm?"

Sensing his anger, a deep sense of sorrow welled up within her.

Does he want her to continue playing with him?

In fact, he played the game so seriously that she even genuinely thought he liked her.

She gave up.

Most mistresses in the world probably think that the obstacle to true love is the unloved original wife, but that's not actually the case. The real obstacle is the irresponsible man who flirts with you and then leaves.

She knew perfectly well that he was just playing around, but seeing his pained and hurt expression, she couldn't help but wonder if she had misunderstood.

"If one day I had to choose between you and my uncle," she took a deep breath, meeting his icy, despair-inducing gaze, "I would definitely choose my uncle!"

"Lin Lulu!" He tightened his grip on her chin. "What did you say?"

"Did you hear me clearly?" she whispered, managing a laugh despite her extreme tension. "But if you want me to repeat it again, that's fine too!"

Her mind went blank, and she barely knew what she was saying.

All she knew was that, no matter how reluctant she was, she couldn't let herself sink into such a dangerous relationship any longer.

"As I just said, if one day I had to choose between you and my uncle, I would definitely choose him over..."

Before she could finish speaking, a sudden tightness gripped her neck, cutting off her breathing and leaving her with no strength to speak.

Instinctively grabbing his hand, seeing the murderous intent flashing in his dark eyes, she mustered all her strength to utter two words: "Let...go..."

He stared at her, his mind filled with what she had just said.

The words chosen are profound.

She doesn't even bother to hide it anymore?

Is Yan Moshen really that popular with her?

"Fine!" A cruel voice escaped his lips. "Didn't you say I was Jing Sichen? Well then, now fulfill your duties as a wife!"