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After a while, Lord Lang finally spoke up:
"Alright! I promise you, tomorrow I will invite the Female Scholar to teach you how to read and write. Just focus on your studies."
The Lang Family's parents indeed kept their word, and within a few days, they found me a Female Scholar.
I started learning from the basics, studying day and night without daring to slack off.
Since I was still in the Lang Family, I tried to learn as much as possible.
Time flew by like a fleeting shadow, and before I knew it, two months had passed.
One day, Young Master Lang came rushing into my courtyard, his face beaming with excitement.
"Xiao Lian, I have great news! I've taken over all my cousin's business!"
I smiled faintly and casually asked, "What about your cousin?"
Young Master Lang's expression instantly turned to one of rage, a flicker of malice flashing in his eyes. "He disregarded human life and got himself arrested; he deserves it! Ha! He thinks he can take the Lang Family's fortune without knowing what he's made of."
His laughter carried a hint of schadenfreude, a satisfaction born from the fulfillment of his desire for power and victory.
Looking at him, I suddenly felt a pang of discomfort in my heart.
His cousin, though cunning and treacherous, was still his relative; how could he wear such a face?
Even though the business was managed by his cousin, it was ultimately the Lang Family's property—did he truly know nothing about it?
I focused on his face, trying to find a trace of guilt or hesitation, but all I saw was greed and ambition for wealth.
Young Master Lang seemed to sense my thoughts; he suppressed his smile and reproached me:
"What’s wrong? Are you feeling sorry for him? Don't forget, he’s the one who caused Grandma's son to die!"
"I..."
I was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.
He was right; his cousin was indeed an irredeemably wicked person.
But kicking someone when they're down hardly seemed like the act of a gentleman.
Young Master Lang looked at me, his silence suddenly breaking into a smile as he took my hand. "Alright, let's not talk about him anymore. Xiao Lian, in three days we will be married. Are you happy? You will transform from a courtesan into the Young Master’s wife! I will treat you well!"
A courtesan? I stared at him blankly, his patronizing tone filling me with an inexplicable sorrow.
So, what did I mean to him? A savior? Or just a woman from a brothel? He clearly knew I was innocent.
For the past two months, whenever he was happy, he would come to talk to me. When he was busy, I was forgotten, with not even a word of concern. He summoned me at will and dismissed me just as easily, never considering my feelings.
He had never asked what I needed or wanted to do, whether I was comfortable or not. Ha! Perhaps in his eyes, a peasant girl or a courtesan who had never seen such fine things was already fortunate enough!
As I pondered this, I sat with him in the courtyard drinking tea, listening to him boast about how he had defeated his cousin. I served him tea and water.
I could see he was very pleased, even somewhat carried away by his own triumph. Yet for me, the sympathy I once felt upon our first meeting and the sweetness we shared when expressing our feelings had vanished.
I saw through his true nature and understood my place in his heart. Everything between us had merely been a façade on his part.
He pretended to be innocent to make me help him escape danger; he feigned gentleness and courtesy so that I wouldn’t abandon him during his flight; he acted with righteous indignation to make me believe he was a kind-hearted person deserving of my affection as we returned safely to the Lang Family.
He never truly liked me; I was just a tool to him.
After he left, I quietly packed my belongings, wrote a letter, opened the door, and walked away without looking back.
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