The concubine is soft and delicate, making her the treacherous minister's white moonlight

Chapter 178 Even if you die, your soul is mine
She raised her hand and wiped away her tears, as if testing or reminding, and continued, "Even without me, Second Master can find someone who is more like her than me. It doesn't matter who it is, as long as they are like her, isn't that enough?"

Before she finished speaking, her voice began to tremble. She could only try her best to restrain herself and silently clutched the quilt.

Shen Weiyuan just felt a headache at this time. He wanted to explain, but after listening to Lin Mowan's words, his emotions overwhelmed his reason. He almost blurted out: "What about you? It doesn't matter to you whether I am there or not, right?"

Lin Mowan remained silent, but Shen Weiyuan tacitly agreed with what he said. At this moment, he no longer wanted to explain anything and just said, "So, you have never had any real feelings for me?"

Lin Mowan looked at him with a suspicious and strange look, as if she was looking at some rare species. She couldn't help but find it funny: "Second Master, what do you mean by this? Didn't you tell me to position myself clearly? Isn't it clear what I have done?"

As she spoke, the grievance she had just swallowed was like a tide that she could no longer suppress. She frowned and tried her best to restrain herself, but her tears flowed out almost uncontrollably, as if to express the unspeakable and uncontrollable love.

When he saw her crying, his surging anger instantly died down. It was indeed not Lin Mowan's fault. He had said such words after their first night, but that was not his intention.

He was also afraid, afraid of being discovered by Shen Junchi, afraid of losing her again, but she didn't remember anything, and he was not sure if she would believe him if he told her. He could only do this to try to make her obedient and wait for him to handle everything.

He knew this would take a very long time, three years, four years, five years... or even longer. He could only endure it and tell himself over and over again that it would be soon, very soon.

His eyes were red, but he suddenly couldn't say anything. Seeing this, Lin Mowan's grievances gradually spread, and her voice became more hoarse: "I can leave here and never come back. Of course, if the Second Master is worried, you can..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Weiyuan didn't want to listen anymore. He stood up abruptly, turned around and left. Before Lin Mowan could react, he was about to walk out of the inner room.

He stopped and looked back at Lin Mowan, who was lying on the bed with a confused look on her face. In the darkness, their eyes met. Shen Weiyuan's eyes were complicated, and the deep affection in his eyes seemed to penetrate her whole body.

After a long while, he said, "I will not marry her, nor will I let you go. Even if I die, your soul will only be mine."

After he finished speaking, he swung his sleeves heavily and left. Lin Mowan stood there in a daze, watching him rush out the door. Then there was a loud "bang" and the room returned to silence again.

Lin Mowan sat on the bed for a long time, unable to recover from what had just happened. She didn't know whether she should believe what he said or not.

As the sky gradually brightened, the door of the locked room was pushed open, and Yuzhi came in with water for her to wash. As soon as she entered the inner room, she saw Lin Mowan leaning against the head of the bed with dark circles under her eyes.

She was startled: "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

As she spoke, Yuzhi quickly put the basin aside and walked to the bed to check on Lin Mowan. Lin Mowan just shook her head and said, "It's okay."

Perhaps because she hadn't slept all night and had just recovered from a serious illness, her voice sounded even hoarser. Yuzhi was very worried and kept saying, "Okay, okay, you'd better stop talking."

She quickly got up and poured her a glass of water. As the warm water flowed through her body, Lin Mowan felt much better. Yuzhi was a little worried, but Lin Mowan just smiled at her: "It's really okay."

She was just a little tired, not only physically but also mentally... After a few days of rest, her body basically recovered. In the following days, Shen Weiyuan didn't come to see Lin Mowan for half a month, not knowing whether she was angry with Lin Mowan or was really busy. Even the people who brought things came and left with cold faces, but they brought everything they were supposed to.

Looking at his ridiculous behavior, Lin Mowan felt helpless. She seemed to be able to imagine that such a tall man was so angry about what happened that night that he secretly decided to ignore her. The next day, he wanted someone to deliver something, but he didn't want to bow his head first. So, he ordered the person who delivered the things to do so with a cold face.

After a few words, Yuzhi also figured out something and started to hint at why Shen Weiyuan hadn't slept well or eaten well in the past few days and why he was so angry that he had a headache. While she was talking, she observed Lin Mowan's expression.

Lin Mowan, however, just leaned on the couch and read the book calmly. Yuzhi looked at her, and a look of disappointment flashed across her face from time to time.

Seeing that she was still turning a deaf ear, she began to sigh uncontrollably, looking very sad. At first, Lin Mowan could barely ignore it, but as she only sighed not far away, and then sighed while sitting in front of her, Lin Mowan could no longer ignore it.

She gently put down the book in her hand and turned to look at Lin Mowan: "What are you doing?" Her voice sounded quite helpless.

Seeing that she noticed her, Yuzhi quickly suppressed the helplessness on her face, stepped forward, and whispered: "Miss, why don't we take the initiative? Although it is the Second Master's fault, but considering that the Second Master also cherishes the young lady, it's okay for us to give in occasionally."

"..."

Listening to Yuzhi's words, Lin Mowan fell silent. She understood it, but some things could not be explained by reason.

She didn't want to follow in her mother's footsteps, nor did she want to be the second Lin Yirou, and she certainly didn't want her child to be the second Lin Mowan.

At first she had no choice, but later she felt that she could use Shen Weiyuan's power to take revenge, so she began to try her best to please him, using all her tricks to make him fall into the gentle world she had carefully created.

But later, she gradually discovered that Shen Weiyuan was not the only one who had fallen. She realized it belatedly and wanted to extricate herself before she completely lost her mind.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Yuzhi became even more anxious. She tried her best to persuade her, "As the saying goes, a couple quarrels at the head of the bed and makes up at the foot of the bed. There is no such thing as overnight hatred. I can testify that the Second Master will never lie to you."

Lin Mowan still didn't say anything, but her expression was a little shaken. In Yuzhi's expectant eyes, she sighed softly and said, "Go and get the sachet I made earlier."

Yuzhi's eyes lit up and she nodded quickly. She went to find the thing, handed it to her carefully, and lay down on the couch with an expectant look on her face.

Lin Mowan stroked the sachet in her hand. This sachet had been made for a long time, but she was hesitant and had not given it away yet.

She always felt that for someone like Shen Weiyuan, perhaps she was just a canary he raised. He lacked everything and should not look down on these things.

So this thing stayed with her for a long time, so long that if Yuzhi hadn't suggested that she take the initiative to find Shen Weiyuan, she wouldn't have remembered that she had made such a thing.