The falling beauty - Chapter 15

“You’re all the same…” Mo Jin’er Muttered under her breath, frowning deeply. She didn’t dare to openly scold Ling’an Che, but she still whispered a small rebuke.

“Xiao Jin’er, I’m different from him. I don’t have the habit of sharing my woman with others…” he chuckled softly.

Her face reddened even more, and she silently called him a rogue and shameless in her heart.

The woman was sent to the clinic for treatment because she was covered in injuries. Recalling what the woman had said about her fiancé being forced to death and her father being killed, Mo Jin’er felt a suffocating pain in her chest. This was a great hatred, so could Jiang Yechen really act so recklessly just because he had power and influence?

“Although Jiang Yechen’s private life is indeed chaotic, he didn’t do those things to her. Anyway, it’s his personal affair; don’t think too Much about it,” Ling’an Che saw Mo Jin’er’s heavy thoughts and gently comforted her.

This incident passed as a small episode, but witnessing the woman’s misery made her unable to bear his intimacy. Sometimes, she even held back tears, not daring to push him away.

Later, when he noticed her bleeding, he frowned and asked, “Why didn’t you say it hurts?”

She curled up, her face flushed, black hair sticking to her cheeks, and her breathing was somewhat erratic. She sniffled and didn’t voice her thoughts.

She couldn’t say that she was scared by the terrible reality of these aristocrats. Currently, she had no way to leave, so she didn’t dare to refuse and even forced herself to endure the pain.

In the end, she could only sob softly…

Ling’an Che applied medicine for her, and her quiet sobbing turned into whimpering, and finally, she cried louder and louder…

He didn’t really touch her these few days, and she finally had a bit of free time to relax a little.

But she just sat under the tree, dazed, like a beautiful painting, until Baozhu brought a girl to play with her.

The girl was the daughter of the Governor of Jingzhou, Ling’an Che’s distant cousin. She had been staying at the Ling family’s residence since attending the birthday celebration of Madam Ling.

The General’s Mansion was huge, and Mo Jin’er was often confined and bullied by Ling’an Che in the courtyard. Even when she wasn’t confined recently, she was physically uncomfortable and walked with some pain, not daring to go out.

So she didn’t know his distant cousin, Liu Xing’er.

Not until Baozhu introduced her did she understand her identity.

In the middle of the interaction, Baozhu went to control a wooden mechanical bird flying in the sky, leaving only Mo Jin’er and Liu Xing’er with her maid.

Mo Jin’er liked solitude; her mind grew heavier each day, like a caged bird. She seldom had her maids follow her, as there was no worry about her running away in the General’s Mansion.

“Mo Jin’er, you are indeed breathtakingly beautiful…” Liu Xing’er chatted casually with her and then lowered her voice intentionally, “Aren’t you resentful being confined here by my cousin?”

She pursed her lips slightly, “Liu Xing’er, be careful with your words.”

“I know about your situation with my cousin. He never had a woman before, and now that he has you, he can’t get enough. But you… you don’t like him, right?” she smiled with satisfaction. “You know your status, don’t want to overreach, or be a concubine, but my cousin won’t let you go… However, I can help you.”

Hearing her words, Mo Jin’er also smiled lightly and looked at her, “Liu Xing’er, how can you help me? Or why would you help me? How do I know if you’re good or bad?”

“Simply because I like my cousin, isn’t that enough?” she replied. “Rumor has it that Baozhu is my cousin’s favorite and will marry her someday. But since coming to the capital, I realized that’s not true. And even if he does marry Baozhu as his wife, Baozhu is kind-hearted and being the head lady won’t be a problem.”

She fiddled with something and then whispered into Mo Jin’er’s ear, handing her a small bottle, “Jin’er, you’re my cousin’s bedmate. If you want to escape, you can only make him interested in another woman. Men always love new things.”

Mo Jin’er was slightly stunned, holding the small porcelain bottle in her hand, and fell silent.

What Liu Xing’er said made sense…

Before, at the Tianxiang tower, the dancer deliberately seduced him, but he was unmoved. Liu Xing’er, a noble lady, could she really…

“This drug is potent, just a little bit will make my cousin lose control. Jin’er, help me.” Liu Xing’er continued to smile.

Mo Jin’er quietly sat there, holding the small bottle, and finally returned it to her hand.

Seeing Liu Xing’er’s stiff and puzzled expression, she sighed softly, “It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but if Ling’an Che finds out, I will suffer terribly.”

Moreover, it’s easy to be found out when drugging someone.

He seemed to treat her well these days, but she knew very well that it wasn’t love, just temporary interest.

She also knew that even though she sometimes felt touched or had a liking for him, she had to douse herself with cold water. If he truly loved a woman, how could he force her against her will all the time?

It was just… he liked using her for that kind of thing.

“Mo Jin’er, even if discovered and angered my cousin, wouldn’t it just make him disdain you?” Liu Xing’er didn’t get angry but just smiled.

Mo Jin’er stood up, slightly frowning, “You seem to know him very well, but from my perspective, you don’t really understand him. I won’t do such a thing, and you don’t understand how he would treat me.”

Saying that, she went to find Baozhu, took a step out, and then stopped to look at Liu Xing’er, gently saying, “By the way, you better not have any designs on Baozhu, or no one can save you then.”

After she walked away, a twisted look appeared in Liu Xing’er’s eyes. She coldly laughed, “A lowly concubine’s daughter, her family’s title has been stripped, does she think she can compete with me?”

Her maid also whispered, “Miss, isn’t she unwilling to help because she doesn’t want to leave?”

“Who knows… but it’s not up to her…” Liu Xing’er’s delicate face showed a moment of ruthlessness.

After they left, a man leaning against the tree wall nearby, an undercover guard, heard their conversation clearly. He was chewing on a piece of grass, pondering.

No wonder the General disliked having too many women in the backyard—plots and schemes were endless…

Mo Jin’er didn’t mention this to Baozhu, knowing that she was too innocent and childlike. She told her maid, Que’er, to be cautious of her.

Que’er pouted, “You don’t need to tell me; that she looks annoying and fake…”

Liu Xing’er was very favored by Madam Ling, who wanted to matchmake them. However, Ling’an Che seemed busy lately, and Madam Ling couldn’t catch him.

Finally, finding an opportunity, she invited him for a meal, also inviting Baozhu and Liu Xing’er.

Liu Xing’er dressed to the nines, but despite her stunning looks, Ling’an Che barely glanced at her after the initial greeting.

Madam Ling subtly hinted that it was time for him to settle down, mentioning marriage and concubines…

When mentioning Liu Xing’er, she praised her for being gentle and virtuous…

Although a military man, Ling’an Che was adept at court politics and could see through such intentions. Lazily smiling, he finally looked at her, making her blush, but his words chilled her to the bone.

He agreed with his mother’s viewpoint and suggested matching Liu Xing’er with one of his unmarried subordinates.

She ended up crying and ran out.

“Anche, your cousin likes you!” Madam Ling was furious, sending her maids after Liu Xing’er, and confronted him.

“Mother, countless girls in the capital like me. Should I marry them all?” he, however, remained carefree, comforting his mother with a mischievous smile.

When he returned, Mo Jin’er was already asleep. He bent down and kissed her cheek, then couldn’t resist kissing her lips, waking her up.

Mo Jin’er, still groggy, didn’t need to open her eyes to know it was him.

He intertwined their fingers, showing affection, but since she was unwell, he eventually let go and went to sleep in the study.

Drinking warm tea to cool down, he planned to handle some official matters but soon realized something was wrong with his body.

Being immune to most poisons, he seldom reacted to drugs, but now he frowned at the tea cup he had just used.

It was then that Liu Xing’er arrived, sniffling, dressed similarly to Mo Jin’er, looking pitiful.

“Cousin, I came to clarify. I really like you,

 but since you’re uninterested, I’ll leave tomorrow…”

As she approached, Ling’an Che’s hand covered his head, his fingers running through his hair. The heat surged quickly…

With a slight smile, cold and evil, he, sitting there, let out a low chuckle.

His magnetic voice, deep and slightly hoarse, sounded dangerous and icy.

Dressed in a black robe after a bath, he revealed a Moscular chest with some scars…