Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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He exudes an innate domineering aura, and his powerful presence can be felt without him saying a word.

Just then, Lin Wanting sighed softly, her voice as gentle as a breeze, as if it would drift away if one were not careful: "Three of my senior brothers in my sect have already reached the Transcendent Realm."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu's eyes flashed with curiosity, and he quickly asked, "Could they be the two who came here just now?"

Lin Wanting nodded gently, her smooth hair swaying as she continued her introduction:

"The older one is called Senior Brother Liang Feixing, and the younger one is Senior Brother Wei Wuji."

She paused, as if remembering something important, and continued:

"Besides, our sect also has our master and his son, Senior Brother Zhao Yaojie, who are both masters of the Transformation Realm."

After hearing this, He Yuzhu narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded thoughtfully, indicating that he understood.

He secretly pondered the power of this force. Every master of the Transformation Realm was not to be underestimated, and the sect behind them was an immeasurable force.

Then, he gently embraced Lin Wanting and whispered:

"Okay, stop thinking about it and go to sleep early."

His voice was deep and gentle, like a spring breeze, soothing people's hearts.

And so, the two embraced and fell asleep, gradually drifting off to sleep in the quiet night.

Before this, Lin Wanting had always held a faint but tenacious hope deep in her heart, like clinging tightly to a ray of light that was out of reach in the dark abyss.

Countless long nights, in the silent prison cell, her lips trembled slightly as she prayed silently in her heart, repeatedly sketching the familiar figures of her master or fellow disciples in her mind, imagining them descending like divine soldiers to appear before her and lead her out of this hellish predicament.

Those past times spent with her master were like a warm fire, supporting her through every difficult day and night.

Unexpectedly, the gears of fate actually turned, and two powerful senior brothers, Liang Feixing and Wei Wuji, who were renowned in the sect, came to the rescue.

At that moment, tears of surprise and emotion welled up in her eyes, and her previously dim eyes were instantly brightened, as if she had seen the dawn breaking through the darkness.

However, fate played a cruel joke at this moment, and reality was far from the initial beautiful vision.

Senior Brother Liang Feixing and Senior Brother Wei Wuji have both fallen into He Yuzhu's control!

This fact struck Lin Wanting like a heavy hammer, leaving her feeling dizzy.

Before this, Lin Wanting had always been confident that as long as her master could arrive in time, with his extraordinary martial arts skills, he would surely be able to easily defeat He Yuzhu and rescue her.

In her heart, completing the mission assigned by her sect and returning safely to the sect was the belief above all else. Even though she had lost her virginity, it became less important in the face of this grand mission.

However, the nightmarish situation before her made her feel a wave of despair wash over her.

If she cannot be rescued, she will likely remain He Yuzhu's prisoner for life, trapped in this dark and gloomy cage.

Thinking of this, her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and a sharp pain struck her, causing her to frown slightly.

Lying in bed, Lin Wanting's mind was filled with thoughts like a surging tide, one wave after another, with all sorts of ideas coming to mind.

One moment it's the nurturing and teaching grace of the sect, the master's stern yet caring gaze, the daily care and companionship of the senior brothers, all these things come to mind.

She would think of He Yuzhu's terrifying strength again; every confrontation made her realize the huge gap between herself and her opponent.

One moment, he was troubled by his current isolated and helpless predicament, as if he were sinking into an endless quagmire, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

These chaotic and complicated thoughts lingered in her mind, like a dense tangled mess of yarn, tightly binding her heart and making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

She tossed and turned in bed, the once-flat sheets now crumpled and wrinkled, just like her chaotic state of mind.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and the atmosphere in the quiet room was so oppressive it was suffocating.

After an unknown amount of time, He Yuzhu began to snore softly. The steady and rhythmic snoring sounded particularly abrupt and clear in the almost deathly silent room, each snoring like a heavy hammer striking Lin Wanting's fragile nerves.

The more Lin Wanting thought about it, the more wronged and angry she felt. The resentment in her heart grew wildly in the wind, like weeds after a long drought.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and carefully and slowly withdrew He Yuzhu's hand from her lap, her movements as gentle as the softest spring breeze brushing against flower petals, as if afraid that the slightest carelessness would awaken the sleeping "beast" beside her.

Then, barefoot, she tiptoed out of bed. As soon as her feet touched the cold floor, she shivered slightly, and the chill instantly spread from her feet to her whole body. But at that moment, her resolute determination made her disregard all of that.

She tiptoed to the balcony, where the moonlight, like water, streamed through the window and bathed her in its glow, outlining a graceful yet somewhat melancholic figure.

She skillfully retrieved a small, exquisite dagger from the bottom of the flowerpot, which she had carefully arranged as a hiding place when she first arrived, carrying her last hope.

It turns out that this was a secret weapon she had hidden beforehand.

Although the dagger was short, only the size of a palm, and looked unremarkable, the blade was coated with a highly poisonous substance. The poison was a secret recipe made by her sect with countless efforts, and it was extremely potent. Once it pierced a person's body, the venom would quickly spread along the bloodstream, with unimaginable consequences, enough to kill a person instantly.

Holding a dagger, Lin Wanting moved with the lightness of a cat stalking in the dark, slowly traversing the thick carpet, making almost no sound. She seemed to blend into the darkness, becoming a ghost of vengeance.

In no time, she returned to the bedside silently, her heart pounding violently in her chest, as if it were about to burst out of her chest. The rapid beating reverberated in her ears, almost drowning out all the sounds around her.

Lin Wanting stared intently at the figure in front of her with his back to her—He Yuzhu.

She clenched her teeth, veins bulging on her forehead, her face contorted with anger, shame, and inner turmoil, her eyes flashing with a resolute and insane light. At this moment, she had disregarded life and death, with only one thought in her mind: to seek justice for herself and her sect, and to end this nightmarish ordeal.

At this moment, the tranquil night is like a huge black silk ribbon, quietly enveloping everything around.

Lin Wanting was hidden in the shadows, surrounded by thick darkness. Only the dagger in her hand gleamed with a cold light under the faint moonlight, like a lurking venomous snake waiting for its chance to strike.

Her hands, like two iron clamps, gripped the knife handle tightly, and with all her might, she raised the dagger high above her head.

The cold glint of the blade, like a sharp lightning bolt, pierced the hazy night, illuminating her eyes filled with murderous intent. The chill within seemed capable of freezing all warmth in the world in an instant.

Time is like an elderly traveler, taking slow and heavy steps, struggling to pass by second by second.

The dagger, which should have been carrying the aura of death and falling mercilessly, seemed to be imprisoned in mid-air by an invisible hand. No matter how much Lin Wanting screamed and urged it in her heart, it stubbornly remained suspended, unable to deliver that fatal blow.

Her arms, after a long stalemate, began to tremble slightly involuntarily. The trembling started from her forearm and spread all the way to her shoulder, just like the rustling of leaves in the cold wind blowing through the treetops.

At the same time, deep within her heart, she was experiencing a raging and painful struggle. Two completely different emotions were colliding fiercely in the depths of her soul, causing her great turmoil.

My thoughts, like a wild horse, drifted uncontrollably back to yesterday.

That was a day she would never forget, a thrilling love affair that completely rewrote her predetermined destiny.

At that time, He Yuzhu was like a ferocious beast that had emerged from the ancient wilderness, exuding a chilling aura.

Without mercy or hesitation, he brutally took away her most cherished virginity with his overwhelming power.

At that moment, Lin Wanting felt as if the whole world was spinning, and shame and anger surged up like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing her.

Her heart and eyes were filled with resentment towards He Yuzhu, and she wished she could tear the man in front of her to pieces to relieve her hatred.

But the gears of fate turned quietly without us noticing.

In that seemingly humiliating moment, an unprecedented and wondrous feeling, like a suddenly ignited flame, burned fiercely deep within her body.

That heat, originating from the deepest, most hidden corner of my heart, climbed upwards, as if trying to break free of the body's constraints and soar into the sky.

From that moment on, the world that was once clear and distinct gradually became blurred in her eyes, and everything quietly changed.

Once, she held a simple and firm belief, and was determined to complete the task assigned by the organization. She did not hesitate to put He Yuzhu to death.

But now, that determination has unknowingly become less firm, as fragile as ice melting under the warm spring sun.

Deep within her heart, a complex seed was quietly sprouting and taking root.

Now, whenever she secretly gazes at the man's broad back when He Yuzhu isn't looking, a complex and indescribable emotion wells up deep within her.

This emotion was like a tangled mess, tightly intertwining love, hate, and resentment, impossible to sever or untangle, leaving her deeply trapped and unable to extricate herself, caught in a profound struggle.

Women's minds are always delicate and sensitive. They often have extremely complex feelings about the first man in their lives, especially a man like He Yuzhu who conquers them with absolute power.

Chapter 573 Surrender

On the one hand, Lin Wanting hated him to the core, hated that he had so easily violated her innocence and dragged her out of her peaceful life, plunging her into such an embarrassing and awkward situation; on the other hand, she could not deny to herself the wonderful connection that had formed between the two of them during that brief but joyful moment.

That deep-seated intimacy was like an invisible net, binding her tightly, making it difficult for her to let go even though she resisted it wholeheartedly.

When the gleaming, blood-stained dagger finally fell limply from Lin Wanting's slender, trembling hand, a complex and unfathomable look flashed across her eyes.

Her expression revealed struggle, confusion, and emotions that she herself was not fully aware of.

Lin Wanting was only then realizing that, without her noticing, in the mundane daily interactions and in the unintentional glances exchanged, her heart had already been quietly captured by He Yuzhu.

Reason, like a cold mountain, stood firm deep within her consciousness, constantly issuing commands to her: she should act decisively to avenge her innocence and the supreme honor of her sect.

But her emotions, like the thawing tide in spring, surged in wave after wave, engulfing her completely. This torrent of emotions swept her away, making it impossible for her to be cruel and hurt the man who had unknowingly entered her heart and occupied an important place in it.

Her eyes gradually became vacant, a mixture of confusion and helplessness, like an invisible net tightly binding her. Then, she slowly lowered the arm that had been holding the dagger, the movement so slow that it seemed as if every inch of movement exhausted all her strength.

The dagger slipped from her loosened fingers, tracing a brief and poignant arc in the air before finally falling onto the soft carpet with a dull thud, as if the last trace of murderous intent deep within her heart had dissipated.

He Yuzhu lay peacefully on the bed, his breathing steady and his face serene, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him and time had frozen at this moment.

However, in reality, his heart was like a surging sea, always waiting for something.

His ears twitched slightly, catching every sound in the room, silently calculating the time in his mind. After a long while, the silence finally broke his silence, and his voice shattered the stillness of the room:

"I said, are you going to kill me or not? Pretending to be asleep has been really hard on me!"

Just then, a crisp "clang" was heard, as clear as a mountain spring hitting rocks, amplified infinitely in the quiet room.

Lin Wanting trembled with fright, and the dagger she was already holding shakily slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. The sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent space, as if it were a powerful note played by fate.

Her eyes widened, her once bright gaze now filled with terror, as if she had seen the most horrifying thing in the world. Her eyes were fixed on He Yuzhu, as if trying to see right through him. Her lips trembled uncontrollably, like leaves falling in the autumn wind, and she stammered, "..."

"You...you weren't asleep?"

He Yuzhu remained calm and composed, as if he had everything under control. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile that conveyed a knowing understanding of everything.

Then, he calmly and slowly turned around, his movements as steady as a seasoned veteran, and sat firmly on the edge of the bed. His voice was unhurried, like a babbling brook in the mountains, carrying a hint of teasing as he said: