Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play-Chapter 899 - 874: Sadness

A beloved wife and young child...

Xie Jue fell into prolonged silence without speaking. Fang Chuning looked at the expressionless beauty, reflecting for a moment. Was he being too harsh?

But it’s better to endure short-term pain than long-term pain. He wasn’t interested in being someone else’s substitute.

"Beauty, what kind of wife do you want? I can introduce you. I know many prestigious women in Yangzhou City." Fang Chuning was passionate about making friends, whether in the Capital City or in Ningzhou. Even with amnesia, he hadn’t forgotten his nature.

"Someone like you."

Fang Chuning, "..."

He almost spat out his drink and blurted out, "I don’t like you!"

Fang Chuning patted his chest, swallowing the Daughter’s Red with frustration, ready to curse. He had made himself so clear, yet why was this person still persistent? "Don’t think that just because of one jar of Daughter’s Red, I will satisfy your crazy request. Don’t even think about it!"

He righteously told Xie Jue, "I’m not someone who can be bought over with just one jar of Daughter’s Red."

Xie Jue suddenly had the thought to tease him, "How about getting to drink his Daughter’s Red for a whole year?"

Fang Chuning was stunned, "Are you crazy?"

Such a high price? To have the Luoying Inn Shopkeeper’s Daughter’s Red for a year, unless the emperor himself came, he was being too reckless for just one man, wasn’t he?

"Would you consider it?"

"Absolutely not!"

"How do you know what I want?"

"You..." Fang Chuning thought to himself, how could someone be so shameless, "Xie Tingfeng, the Fang Chuning you are looking for is dead. Wake up, stop looking for shadows in others, it’s self-deception." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"He’s not dead!"

"The whole world knows he’s dead."

"In my heart, he’s alive!"

"Then you’re sick."

"Fang Tunan, where are you from?"

"Jiangnan."

"Are you that sure?"

"Why shouldn’t I be sure? My parents are from Jiangnan, my grandmother is also in Jiangnan, there are portraits of me growing up all over the house, everywhere has traces of me. I look a lot like my grandmother, it’s an indisputable fact." Fang Chuning said, "I am also very familiar with Lu Liu Villa. Even if my memory of the past is vague, I can walk through Lu Liu Villa with my eyes closed, that is my home."

"Really?" Xie Jue chuckled softly, "What if everything around you is a lie, and you believe it completely?"

"You’re the only strange one around me. If everyone else is normal, and you’re the only abnormal one, isn’t it your problem?"

"Perhaps." Xie Jue looked out the window, shifting the topic, "Do you like Jiangnan?"

"Yes, who doesn’t like Jiangnan."

"I like it very much too." Xie Jue said, "Even though I was born in the Capital City and never stepped out of it before the age of fourteen, I’m very familiar with Jiangnan. I’ve heard from others about the misty rain and dreamy Jiangnan, about sleeping with boats and listening to the rain. I once yearned to drift along this water town with him, resting on the water and watching the sky."

"Then why didn’t you come with him?"

"I came, and he came too." Xie Jue’s gaze returned to land on him, "But by his side, there’s no room for me."

Fang Chuning slightly frowned, not knowing why he felt a bit melancholic, as if Xie Jue was talking about something very sad, and he could empathize.

"Do you hate me?"

Fang Chuning couldn’t answer immediately. He was someone with a broad sense of acceptance, rarely hating someone or liking someone. He seemed to like many things.

He liked beautiful scenery, beautiful people, was crazy about alcohol. He could amuse a three-year-old to call him brother, make an eighty-year-old empress call him darling, and win the hearts of young maidens alike. But those who knew him well knew that what he truly liked was very few, only surface-level affections.

Did he hate Xie Jue?

No!

He did not hate him!

Even when they first met, with Xie Jue kicking him into the lake roughly and acting crazy, he did not hate Xie Jue.

"I never hate anyone." Fang Chuning said, careful not to say something misleading, "Xie Tingfeng, our meeting can be considered fateful, you treated me to this wine, and I am grateful. After all, a jar of Daughter’s Red like this pleased me, so how could I hate you."

"What if there wasn’t this jar of Daughter’s Red?"

"Why assume that?"

"I hope..." Xie Jue paused, considering the memory-blank Fang Chuning and restrained the surge of his feelings, "Fang Tunan, with your memory gone, are you sad?"

Fang Chuning was slightly stunned, even the wine in his mouth turned bitter.

This was the first time someone asked him, with your memory lost, are you sad?