Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 253 - 230 Im Not Asking You_2
Chapter 253: Chapter 230 I’m Not Asking You_2
Chapter 253: Chapter 230 I’m Not Asking You_2
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After all, Guan Canghai couldn’t possibly run away immediately; if she really wished to investigate, she could simply ask Guan Canghai later.
The young man talked with Guan Canghai for about an hour before taking his leave. As he reached the doorway, the youth paused, turned around, and cast a glance at Hua Cuo with an intensity that was frighteningly deep. Unlike Rong Zhi’s bottomless calm, this depth was filled with aggression and arrogant pride, nobly as if he scorned everything in the world.
Hua Cuo was hardly able to withstand such provocation. Meeting the young man’s gaze, which was underscored by a face nearly identical to Rong Zhi’s, he couldn’t control himself even though he knew this person was not Rong Zhi. His mind buzzed, and he was about to charge at the young man.
Guan Canghai was quicker than Hua Cuo; he swiftly picked up his fishing rod and, in a reverse swing, struck Hua Cuo across the face. A distinct red mark appeared at the centre of Hua Cuo’s face. The blow wasn’t heavy, only causing Hua Cuo to momentarily pause, then, disregarding everything, he dashed out. As he did, he drew the sword hidden behind him and thrust it towards the young man.
In that brief moment, the young man had enough time. Stepping outside, the guards waiting by the door swiftly surrounded him. The first two who confronted Hua Cuo were met with the sounds of clashing swords and knives tearing through the air.
The remaining half of the guards quickly gathered as well, attacking Hua Cuo from all directions and angles in a disciplined fashion. Although their martial arts were not as exquisite as Hua Cuo’s, their coordinated effort, along with their fierce and ruthless determination, trapped Hua Cuo at the door, preventing him from advancing a single step and forcing him to watch helplessly as the young man moved towards the carriage.
The young man paid no attention to Hua Cuo; he didn’t even spare a glance at the fierce battle raging behind him. Such sudden attacks seemed all too familiar to him, and he simply got into the carriage and ordered the remaining half of the guards who had stayed behind to leave with him first.
Yet surrounded by so many, Chu Yu, watching from a distance inside the house, couldn’t help but feel an illusion: The silhouette of the young man was so lonely.
Chu Yu watched the young man get into the carriage and leave, while Hua Cuo was still entangled with the guards at the door. As she saw more and more bloodstains on the ground by the door, she couldn’t help but lower her head and quietly ask Guan Canghai, “Aren’t you going to stop him?” “This is not good if it continues, right?
Guan Canghai gave a lazy smile, nodded, and said, “You’re right. If he dies here, I’ll have to bother with burying the body. It would be better to separate them right now.”
Before he finished speaking, his fishing rod moved like a flash of lightning, and Chu Yu heard a series of crisp sounds almost overlapping amidst the clanging of swords, immediately following which the group at the doorway, almost tangled into one, dispersed rapidly.
The young man’s guards took a few steps back, forming an encircling stance around Hua Cuo. They bore significant injuries, with blood spreading on their clothes, while Hua Cuo’s injuries were even worse. Although his swordsmanship had improved, these guards were not ordinary martial artists; each possessed first-rate skills and managed to force Hua Cuo into this predicament.
Seeing Hua Cuo’s injuries, Chu Yu inwardly shifted her assessment of the young man’s martial capability up a notch.
With an indifferent tone, Guan Canghai said, “Hua Cuo, come back.”
Hua Cuo’s entire body was dripping with blood, his clothes almost completely dyed red, but the murderous intent in his eyes was extraordinarily bright, and his voice was unwaveringly resolute: “No.”
Guan Canghai gave a cold smile and said, “I’m not asking you; I’m commanding you. If you refuse to obey, you might as well die right here today.”
Before Chu Yu, Guan Canghai had always displayed a particularly peaceful and kind demeanor. But now, he finally revealed his inherent toughness and coldness. Even though his lips still held a smile, everyone inside and outside the room felt an almost suffocating pressure.
It was an incomparable majesty, different from Rong Zhi’s powerful spirit. This was a terrifying strength not inferior to Rong Zhi’s, on a completely different level.
Guan Canghai said emotionlessly, “If you continue to be so impulsive and reckless, I’m afraid you might die by someone’s hand before you see Rong Zhi again. Rather than let you find your own way to death, it would be better for me to end your life here.”
His tone of voice was very calm, so calm that it seemed he was just stating a fact, but Hua Cuo couldn’t help but tremble.
He could hear that Guan Canghai was not joking. If he refused to obey, he really might be killed on the spot.
At this moment, Hua Cuo’s head, which had been heated with anger by the youth, gradually cooled down. That youth was not really Rong Zhi. He needn’t care so much. Moreover, if he wanted to kill the youth, there was no need to be so open about it. It would be better to utilize assassination methods once or twice.
As his mood relaxed, the effects of his injuries took hold, and Hua Cuo’s vision blackened as he fainted to the ground.
Guan Canghai casually sent the youth’s guards away, then summoned someone to tend to Hua Cuo’s wounds. By the time he finally had a moment to himself, an hour had passed.
Chu Yu and Guan Canghai were sitting in a pavilion at the edge of the garden, with snacks and wine laid out before them. Guan Canghai had returned to his usual manner, but the impression from before still lingered in Chu Yu’s mind, causing her to speak with an involuntary cautiousness, “Guan Canghai, can you tell me, who exactly is that youth?”
Guan Canghai smiled slightly, holding a cup of wine in hand without touching it to his lips, and after a long while, he said, “I have made a promise to someone not to reveal their identity to anyone, so no matter what you ask, I won’t tell you.”
Upon hearing this, Chu Yu couldn’t help but feel dejected, “You can’t say anything?”
“Of course not.” After a pause, Guan Canghai suddenly smiled mysteriously at Chu Yu, “But while I cannot say, you might not be unable to see… as long as you don’t mind continuing to pretend to be my maid.”
That smile carried a hint of mischief, instantly shattering the imposing image Chu Yu had built in her mind, and she laughed along, “Of course I don’t mind.”
The next time the youth visited, only Chu Yu accompanied Guan Canghai; Hua Cuo, with his severe injuries, had to stay in bed to heal. The youth was still playing riddles with Guan Canghai about flowers, grass, mountains, and rivers. But this time, after finishing their conversation, the youth stood up without leaving right away. He raised his hand, pointing at Chu Yu, and asked Guan Canghai, “I find this maid to my liking. Could you give her to me?”
Chu Yu was taken aback by the sudden turn of events directed at herself.
