Chapter 8: Li Tianyang’s Rage

Si Qingyu looked at Luo Shaoxuan’s affectionate gaze with a complex expression. Even now, she didn’t know how to face him after what had happened…

Si Qingyu withdrew her hand, her eyes slowly filling with coldness and detachment. Her tone became aloof once again. “Go back. Don’t come looking for me anymore.”

Luo Shaoxuan’s initially joyful gaze gradually turned into disappointment. He couldn’t understand why she had just shown him compassion, but in the blink of an eye, she had become so cold towards him again…

He reached out and gently tugged on her sleeve, a hint of coquettishness in his voice. “Ziliang, don’t treat me like this, okay?” His voice trailed off, making one feel a tingling sensation all over.

Si Qingyu’s eyelid twitched. She couldn’t stand it when he acted like this. Just as she was at a loss for what to do, a voice suddenly intruded.

“What are you doing?!” Li Tianyang’s voice was loud, his eyes flashing with an uncontrollable anger, like a furious husband catching his wife in the act.

Luo Shaoxuan’s brows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure flickering in his eyes. He really disliked it when others interrupted his time alone with her. However, he quickly regained his composure, his beautiful eyes looking at the newcomer with a trace of coolness.

Li Tianyang strode over, his face filled with anger. He directly swatted away Luo Shaoxuan’s hand that was holding hers and glared at him furiously. His voice carried a sharp edge. “Who are you? Who allowed you to touch her?!”

Si Qingyu felt like her head was about to explode. She didn’t bother with them anymore and walked straight into the house. They could do whatever they wanted; she didn’t want to deal with it.

Seeing Si Qingyu go inside, Luo Shaoxuan’s hand twitched, wanting to reach out and grab her again, but Li Tianyang blocked him. Luo Shaoxuan turned his head, his gaze filled with a cold intent as he looked at the young man.

Li Tianyang continued to glare at him with resentment, his voice filled with malice as he gritted his teeth. “I’m asking you a question!”

Luo Shaoxuan’s beautiful eyes narrowed as he sized him up. His tone carried a sense of aloofness and nobility. “Before asking others who they are, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first? Does the young master not even know this basic etiquette?” His voice held a hint of malice, as if mocking Li Tianyang for his lack of manners.

Li Tianyang, who had never been spoken to like this before, flushed red with anger, even his fox-like eyes turning red. His gaze seemed to want to tear Luo Shaoxuan apart as he enunciated each word. “Who do you think you are?!”

However, Luo Shaoxuan only looked at him with cold and noble indifference, his tone detached. “People should not be referred to as ‘things’…” He paused slightly before continuing, his eyes carrying a trace of mockery. “If the young master insists on speaking this way, may I ask what kind of ‘thing’ the young master is?”

Luo Shaoxuan’s words completely infuriated Li Tianyang. Li Tianyang suddenly reached for his waist and drew out a whip. He fiercely lashed it towards Luo Shaoxuan, who stood there without any intention of dodging.

Just as the whip was about to strike Luo Shaoxuan, Si Qingyu caught it with her hand. Her usually cold face was now tinged with anger.

“Does Young Master Li intend to discipline my friend in front of my clinic?” Her eyes carried a cold intent as she looked at Li Tianyang, her icy tone seeming to pierce Li Tianyang’s heart like sharp blades.

Li Tianyang’s eyes were red, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. It was clearly that scoundrel who had provoked him first, yet she blamed him without even distinguishing right from wrong.

When had Li Tianyang ever suffered such grievances?

He pulled back the whip and gave Si Qingyu a cold look, then glanced at Luo Shaoxuan with a sinister gaze before turning and quickly leaving.

Only after Li Tianyang’s figure disappeared did Si Qingyu turn her head to look at Luo Shaoxuan beside her.

At this moment, Luo Shaoxuan’s noble and aloof demeanor had long been replaced by a bewildered and helpless expression, as if he hadn’t yet reacted to the sudden change. He looked at her cautiously, his eyes filled with longing and joy.

Ziliang still cared about him in her heart; she still valued him!

“Ziliang…” Luo Shaoxuan once again carefully tugged on Si Qingyu’s sleeve and said softly, “I don’t know why that young master was like that… I only responded to him with a couple of sentences.”

Seeing that she wasn’t angry, he boldly took her jade-like fingers in his hand.

Behind Luo Shaoxuan’s veil, a smile appeared on his face, like a coquettish flower blooming wantonly in spring. The veil added a sense of haziness, making him even more alluring.

Si Qingyu watched as he held her hand and played with it, a look of spring on his face. Then, as if thinking of something, his face turned completely red, even his neck and ears flushing. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, his eyes flickering with shyness.

Perhaps Si Qingyu knew what he was thinking. Her face darkened as she withdrew her hand and said to him, “Go back quickly. I can’t take care of you here.”

Telling him to go back again, Luo Shaoxuan looked at her with a bit of displeasure. His voice was gentle and pleasant. “No, wherever Ziliang is, that’s where I’ll be. I can take care of myself.” His words carried a hint of obsession.

Si Qingyu sighed. “Don’t act on impulse. Besides, you’re about to get married soon…” Before Si Qingyu could finish, Luo Shaoxuan directly interrupted her. “I won’t marry anyone but you!” A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. No one could tear them apart.