The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 22 Are you in love with that loser?
  When Mo Feiming looked up and saw Feng Qianqian, a shocked expression appeared on his face.

"Qian Qian?" He couldn't believe his eyes.

At the same time, Feng Ling also looked at her, and immediately realized that she was Feng Qianqian, who looked exactly like her.

However, what surprised Feng Ling even more was the appearance of another person.

As soon as Nanchang Yue entered the room, his eyes fell on the two people.

When he saw their clasped hands and intimate gestures, complex emotions suddenly surged in his heart.

Jealousy, possessiveness...all emotions exploded in an instant.

He wanted to rush over and separate them, but resisted the urge. He clearly loves Feng Qianqian, why does he feel like this when he sees Feng Ling?

Why can't Feng Ling's figure linger in his mind? Nanchang Yue's heart was filled with confusion and pain.

After Feng Qianqian noticed Nanchang Yue's mood swings, she mistakenly thought he was jealous and comforted him,
  "Ah Yue, don't worry, Senior Brother Mo and I just want to say a few words, we won't have any other ideas."

When Feng Qianqian approached Feng Ling, she said with a hint of guilt,

"Feng Ling, I'm sorry, I made a mistake before."

Feng Ling shook her head gently, knowing that she could no longer hear him. She patted the back of Mo Feiming's hand, motioned for him to let go, and then said to the two of them,

"You guys have something to talk about, I'll leave first."

Nanchang Yue looked at Feng Ling's back, and the excitement in his heart could not be described in words.

He imagined Feng Ling looking back at him again, imagining them embracing each other affectionately again.

However, the reality is cruel. Feng Ling didn't look back, she seemed to have forgotten him.

Nanchang Yue's heart was filled with endless sadness and loss, and he began to doubt whether he would have a chance to get back together with Fengling.

Then he followed Feng Ling out!

In the yard, the two were still immersed in the awkward atmosphere after their reunion, and seemed not to notice the movement outside.

Feng Ling walked towards the back mountain garden, intending to pick some wild vegetables and fruits, but suddenly Nanchang Yue grabbed her wrist from behind.

"hiss……"

His force was very strong, and he just caught the wound on Feng Ling's wrist. She couldn't help but let out a soft breath,
  "……open."

Nanchang Yue was stunned for a moment, then immediately let go of his hand, a trace of nervousness flashed in his eyes.
  "You are hurt?"

Feng Ling looked down at the wound, then looked at him calmly,
  "It's okay, just a minor injury."

Nanchang Yue's movements were a bit stiff, and he seemed not to adapt to Feng Ling's calm and flat tone.

He pinched the fingers under his sleeve robe tightly, feeling annoyed at Feng Ling's cold attitude.

However, he knew in his heart that the person who should be angry the most was actually himself.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have become so cold and avoided him. What is he still struggling with?

Nanchang took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving her figure. Just when she turned around to leave, he suddenly asked in a low voice,
  "Do you hate me very much?"

When he said this, Nanchang Yue's voice trembled slightly and his face turned pale.

Feng Ling's eyes drooped slightly, but her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

She tried to understand the meaning of his words, but after thinking for a while, she felt that it no longer made any sense.

After all, things have reached this point, and nothing you say will help. So, she just smiled in a low voice, as if she had accepted her fate, "There is no need for the devil to test me. The matter of substitute marriage was originally our family's fault. Now I have been punished, and you have got your wish." .The grievances between us have been wiped out after that day."

Feng Ling turned her face sideways and spoke in a calm and gentle tone,

"We are just strangers on the street now. I will not hate a stranger for no reason."

Nanchang Yue suddenly felt a little cold in his hands and feet. He told himself that this was normal. They were strangers and not interfering with each other was the most appropriate result.

However, he could not accept this fact in his heart. He has been struggling and distressed, and even he himself doesn't know why this is happening...

Did he really hope they weren't strangers?
  Looking at Feng Ling in front of her, the woman who once tried every possible means to please him and secretly called him husband behind his back, now calls him devil in a calm and indifferent manner.

She told him that they were strangers from now on, and she didn't even want to hate him anymore... This really made him feel bad.

He wondered, did he really hope they weren't strangers?
  Nanchang Yue closed his eyes and tried to clear his thoughts. Does she want to drive him out of her life completely and never care about him again from now on?
  When he thought of this possibility, Nanchang Yue suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his chest, as if he had been stung by something.

It seemed as if a thorn had stung a small wound on the apex of his heart. It was a slow and subtle sting at first, and then spread to the whole body. Finally, the small wound became larger and larger, and the dense pain became deeper and deeper. He was becoming more and more intolerable.

How could...how could he be a stranger?
  They had obviously gone to court and got married. They had once been the most intimate relationship in the world. How could they break it off so easily?

Facing the cold eyes of the woman who once loved him deeply, he suddenly grabbed her hand tightly and looked directly into her eyes,
  "Look at me and tell me you don't hate me."

Feng Ling pursed her lips tightly, trying to break free from his restraint.

"let me go!"

"Look me in the eyes and speak your truth."

Feng Ling's face instantly turned pale. She raised her head suddenly, tears welling up in her eyes.

It seems that I want to release all the grievances from the past,
  "The relationship between us ended the moment you sent me away. You got the person you wanted, and I got the punishment I deserved.

Why don't you let me go? "

"I don't hate you, and I won't care about you anymore, because it's not worth it. I won't waste my feelings for a stranger."

Feng Ling tried her best to break free from his hand and took a few steps back, but her tears still couldn't stop falling.

Just like when she pulled his sleeves and begged.

Feng Ling's words were like sharp blades, piercing deeply into Nanchang Yue's heart.

Nanchang Yue suddenly felt heart-piercing pain. Such pain was unbearable.

Yes, there is no point in saying anything now.

He got the person he dreamed of, and those who deceived him also got the punishment they deserved. But why? Why does his heart beat faster when he sees her smile?
  Does it make his heart ache to see her cry? Especially when he sees her with other men, he will...

No, other men...

"You fell in love with that loser?"

When Nanchang Yue mentioned Mo Feiming, Feng Ling's heart trembled. She raised her moist eyes and looked directly at Nanchang Yue,
  "Demon Lord, have you misunderstood something? Who I like, isn't it my freedom? You are going too far."

There was a mocking smile on her lips,

"Is it possible that you realized you fell in love with me after you drove me away? This is simply nonsense, Demon Lord, do you think a three-year-old child would believe this?"

(End of this chapter)