As evening fast approached, Chu Qingchuan woke up in pain. Her brows scrunched up and a thin layer of sweat covered her forehead.

She felt the searing pain on her cheeks, and the intent to kill shot from her eyes.

She forced her weak body to sit up, then turned her head. When she spotted a towel on the floor, her elegant brows started to furrow.

Who would have thought that the master was still mad at her.

Chu Qingchuan noticed that the room didn't have a single speck of dust. Also, there was luxurious furniture and a refres.h.i.+ngly clean scent in the air.

After some thought, Chu Qingchuan got to her feet and picked up the towel off the floor. She rubbed it for a bit, then clenched it tightly as if she had set her mind on something.

Chu Qingchuan walked over to the dressing table. She let her silky, s.h.i.+ny, black hair down and slowly combed it straight with a brush.

She stared blankly at the tragic look on her face. Her cheeks were red and swollen, and there was a stream of blood from the corner of her mouth with torn skin. Chu Qingchuan instinctively tightened her grip on the jade comb and her eyes turned red, but she didn't tear up.

Yu Wuxia! I, Chu Qingchuan, will completely destroy your reputation!

It had been over an hour since Chu Qingchuan got completely dressed up from head to toe.

She didn't want anyone to see her injured face, and so she ordered people to get her a white sash to cover up.

Thereafter, Chu Qingchuan headed to the study room.

“Let her in!” Said Yu Wuhen flatly when he heard that Chu Qingchuan had arrived outside the study room. Then, he continued to flick the abacus and handle accounts.

Chu Qingchuan slowly walked into the study room and spotted Yu Wuhen, sitting behind the desk with a look of concentration on his face as he handled the accounts. She curtsied and said, “Chuchu, here to see you milord,” in a dainty, calming voice.

Yu Wuhen's finger froze for a moment. Then, without even looking up at Chu Qingchuan, he asked nonchalantly, “Why have you come?”

Chu Qingchuan knew that Yu Wuhen liked her, otherwise he wouldn't have carried her and kissed her. So then, she daringly walked up to Yu Wuhen's side, raised her small hand and locked her hands with Yu Wuhen's. “Milord, you aren't even looking at me! Do you not care about me at all?” She said with a soft yet dissatisfied voice.

Yu Wuhen felt her soft, warm hands upon his large hands, and his entire body froze. All of a sudden, his heart felt like a blooming flower. However, when he thought about how Chu Qingchuan despised him, he suddenly pushed her aside. “Get lost! I don't want to see you!” He cried coldly.

Who would have thought that his one light shove actually made her faint.

When he saw Chu Qingchuan clutch her head and fall over weakly, Yu Wuhen secretly called himself a b*astard.

He bolted to his feet and lifted Chu Qingchuan up.

Chu Qingchuan groggily woke up. She cried and stared directly at Yu Wuhen. “Milord, you're so heartless! Wahhh wahhh…”

Yu Wuhen looked at Chu Qingchuan's accusatory eyes and guilt couldn't help but build up inside. He held Chu Qingchuan a little tighter.

Chu Qingchuan sniffled, then looked at Yu Wuhen with her crystal clear eyes. “Milord, I know that you're mad at me for last night, but I really didn't mean it. A fortune teller told me that I wouldn't live past eighteen years old, so I want to leave you because… because I don't want you to fall any deeper. I don't want you to long for you just before I die and end up leaving this world with grievances. Wahhh wahhh…” She said in a hurt voice.

Chu Qingchuan's crying face looked so captivating, it successfully made Yu Wuhen's heart race.

So Chuchu didn't despise him? It was because she didn't want to fall hard for him and die with grievances!

Yu Wuhen was already deeply obsessed and in love with Chu Qingchuan. When would he have had the time to find out whether Chu Qingchuan was telling the truth or not?

When he heard that Chuchu wouldn't live past eighteen years old, Yu Wuhen helplessly smiled and replied affectionately. “Chuchu, can you trust what the fortune teller says? I can guarantee you that you'll live to a hundred years old!”

“Pwu-…” Chu Qingchuan couldn't help but burst out laughing. Her eyes curved, making her look as beautiful as a carefully constructed painting.

However, Yu Wuhen didn't look infatuated. In fact, his gaze became deeply ominous with a slightly apologetic tone. He lovingly kissed the white sash covering Chu Qingchuan's face, then spoke in a kind voice. “Chuchu, I'm sorry. I misunderstood you. Forgive me?”