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On the third day of the twelfth lunar month, the Leng Family was adorned with colorful decorations, exuding a festive atmosphere.
Amidst the cheerful music, Bai Youlian stood alone by the window, a faint smile gracing her lips.
Years ago, when she was just a lotus picker from Xiang E, she had dreamed of such a scene. Yet now, the young man from her dreams was about to marry someone else.
With a loud bang, the door swung open violently. Bai Youlian turned in surprise to find Leng Shaoqing standing there in wedding attire.
"You've got the wrong room..." she began, but noticed his flushed face and wild eyes, resembling a bloodthirsty beast filled with madness and determination.
"I haven't got the wrong room; I'm here for Aunt," Leng Shaoqing said, his voice slightly slurred yet resolute.
"Today is your big day; the bride is waiting for you inside," Bai Youlian felt a surge of panic, sensing there was no way out.
Leng Shaoqing's breath was hot and laced with the scent of alcohol as he closed in on her.
In the next moment, he lifted her effortlessly and laid her gently on the bed. She widened her eyes in fear and shouted, "You're drunk!"
"No, I'm very sober." He had never felt so clear-headed before.
Leng Shaoqing's gaze was a mix of ice and fire as he buried his head in her neck, greedily inhaling her scent.
Bai Youlian's eyes widened in shock as she struggled against him, shouting angrily, "Leng Shaoqing, you... scoundrel!"
Her reaction only fueled his anger further. Leng Shaoqing's voice turned hoarse, filled with endless pain and fury: "Aren't you available to anyone? You could be with a Japanese man or a tailor; why can't it be me? Why am I not good enough?"
"Yes, you... cannot." His words pierced her heart like sharp blades.
Yes, he could not, because he was Leng Shaoqing. He did not know that she was merely preserving a shred of dignity.
"Is that so? I want to see how I cannot!" Leng Shaoqing seemed to have gone mad; no, he had truly lost his mind from the moment they reunited.
He had sunk so low as to use a Hu Qianqian to provoke her. Yet, it was only at the wedding ceremony that he suddenly awakened to the truth: all he wanted was her, just her.
At this moment, in such a situation, he had come here as if possessed... One hand tore at her clothing while the other slid toward her skirt, without an ounce of pity, plunging straight in.
In that instant of penetration, Bai Youlian felt as if she had been struck by a paralyzing spell, her voice hoarse as she screamed, "Leng Shaoqing, I hate you!"
The intense pain could not compare to the shattering of her heart; he and she—the last remaining bit of beauty in her life—was completely destroyed.
"Hate me if you must."
If you cannot love me, then let it be hate. His eyes held an irreparable sorrow.
If the future was hell, then let them sink together.
In February, a heavy snow fell over Shancheng.
In the corridor of Leng Mansion, the newlywed Hu Qianqian timidly hid behind her husband, her voice tinged with grievance. "Qian Qian does not know where she offended Aunt; Aunt even overturned the nourishing soup Qian Qian made for you."
Leng Shaoqing glanced at Bai Youlian and smiled lightly. "Even if Aunt has some grievances against her nephew, she should not vent her anger on Qian Qian!"
Bai Youlian lowered her eyes and said softly, "I just noticed you've been very busy these past few days. I'm worried that you might overexert yourself and harm your health."
After that day, Leng Shaoqing acted as if nothing had happened that night.
Watching him and Hu Qianqian share sweet moments together, it was a lie to say her heart was unaffected. However, her feelings were not directed at Hu Qianqian; she simply… could not let her guard down. She felt a deep sense of vigilance towards everything Hu Qianqian did.
"Thank you for your concern, Aunt," Leng Shaoqing said as he wrapped his arm around Hu Qianqian. "Qianqian is my wife now. If she is unhappy, I will be unhappy too. I hope you can treat her well and not let her suffer any grievances."
"Shaoqing!" Hu Qianqian nestled into his embrace, touched by his words.
"Look at you, your eyes are all swollen," Leng Shaoqing said tenderly as he pinched Hu Qianqian's nose, and the two of them walked away together.
The weather grew colder, with layers of snow accumulating on the plum tree outside. Breathing out, it felt as if the warmth could freeze into ice deep within her heart.
Bai Youlian crouched down to pick up a shard of the broken bowl from the ground and hurried out the door.
Half an hour later, she returned with a grave expression.
She had called the people from the medical clinic to examine the shard, and they discovered that it was covered in a peculiar powder that had a bitter taste, extracted from Poppy, commonly known as Opium.
Indeed, Hu Qianqian… No, she could no longer allow her to stay by Leng Shaoqing's side!
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