The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1388: Chapter 1405: Every Inch of You Belongs to Me 2

A concentrated light seemed to gather around him, unconsciously drawing everyone’s mind into a daze.

But there was only one person standing in the crowd, feeling like needles were stabbing her back, like ten thousand arrows were piercing her heart, like she was being roasted over a furnace and fried in a pan of oil—that was Yang Zi’er standing behind Nangong Yaoling.

She watched the man she loved deeply aiming a gaze at another woman—clearly furious, yet in that fury burned a blazing light of love. She listened to him scolding her, ”cursing” her, but every curse felt like a knife, slicing her heart over and over.

It made her want to crawl into a hole in the ground, wishing she could just disappear.

Never in her life had she been this humble, this miserable.

And at this moment, feeling those strange looks thrown at her, one after another, tinted with amusement yet deliberately hiding ridicule.

Yang Zi’er’s hands and feet were shaking.

Xia Xiaonuan was just as nervous, trembling a little. She grabbed Nangong Yaoling’s arm, feeling both embarrassed and oddly stirred inside.

He said in front of everyone that she was his...

He was cursing her, but she knew he was actually warning everyone: if you dare hurt her, you’re provoking Nangong Yaoling’s authority.

Her eyes widened as she looked at Nangong Yaoling. He really did look a little terrifying—his face dark, his gaze sharp, his jaw clenched tight, his whole body radiating a cold, oppressive aura.

If she didn’t know his true nature, she’d probably be scared of him too.

Yet she was still shaken by that innate noble aura of his; she even dropped her head without meaning to and whispered weakly, ”I...I...”

”You what!? Did you understand me?” he raised his voice.

”I...I understood...”

Yang Zi’er’s hands and feet went icy cold. In front of everyone, she felt she’d lost all face. She knew this time she’d completely enraged the Young Master.

But his temper today felt strangely unreasonable.

She couldn’t figure out why, and her mind couldn’t go any further. Her head was blank. Even though she clearly knew she no longer had a place in his heart, she had still been clinging, humbly, to that tiny shred of hope. After all, he had once given her hope.

She had even thought she was already his woman, never imagining that the distance from heaven to hell would be just this man’s gaze, one look, one sentence.

She couldn’t stay any longer. Tears surged out of her eyes. She covered her mouth, shoved through the crowd, and ran out.

Xiaonuan lifted her eyes, looking in Yang Zi’er’s direction.

The crowd was in an uproar, and just then, Nangong Yaoling bent down and directly scooped Xia Xiaonuan up into his arms.

”Stupid woman, worry about yourself first!” he shouted, holding her as he strode quickly toward the exit.

Xiaonuan’s soft cry was already drowned out by the waves of gasps from the crowd.

When he put her into the car, Nangong Yaoling’s expression still didn’t look good.

Xiaonuan sat in the front passenger seat, watching him pull open the door, get in, and start the car with practiced ease.

Xiaonuan tilted her head and glanced at him.

He ignored her.

Noticing something was off, Xiaonuan frowned slightly and asked softly, ”What’s with you today? Bad mood?”

Nangong Yaoling shot her a sideways look.

”You’d better not piss me off,” he said coldly.

Xiaonuan’s little face went half dark.

She snorted and turned her face away, staring out at the flickering neon lights along the street.

It wasn’t like she got hurt on purpose, right? He’d already blown up at the film set in front of everyone, and that wasn’t enough—now what the hell was he doing?