The Crazy Fox Demon Devours My Heart - Chapter 20
How could the Second Young Master have come here?
Fuyin glanced anxiously outside the courtyard. If the Young Lord saw this, what would happen?
The princess was still unmarried; being this close to the Second Young Master was improper.
Fox Chu deliberately leaned close to Qingyu, curious to see her reaction.
Qingyu’s expression remained calm, her face as serene as a pool of clear water, her dark eyes coolly fixed on him.
Is this the Second Young Master of the Fox Clan?
On the surface, he appeared frivolous, but yesterday under the tree, when he quietly watched her, his gaze had seemed lifeless, entirely unlike today.
Or perhaps, he was deliberately putting on this act?
She had only been in the Fox Clan for a few days and had never seen this Second Young Master before. Coincidentally encountering him during yesterday’s incident—was that truly chance?
Everyone in the Fox Clan knew her identity. Normally, men wouldn’t approach her, yet he had actively sought her out and spoke in an unusually familiar tone.
What could his true intention be?
Qingyu pressed down her thoughts and composed herself before responding.
“Yesterday’s incident was purely accidental. I trust you would not take it to heart. But Second Young Master, may I ask why you have come here today?”
Seeing that she showed no trace of the usual fear or coquettishness of a young lady, Fox Chu withdrew his playful gaze. A smile lingered on his lips as he observed her carefully.
“Princess seems unhappy here?”
“It must be that my cousin is too boring. Perhaps I should accompany the princess and say a few words instead?”
Such words were already offensive. Fuyin could not stand it and prepared to find an excuse to help the princess escape.
Casually, her eyes fell on a shadow under the tree — someone had been standing there all along.
The Young Lord!
Fox Yan had been staring at the courtyard entrance for some time, catching glimpses of a handsome face in the shadows.
His gaze was deep and cold, like the winter’s wind, sending chills down one’s spine.
He stepped slowly toward the two, eyes like biting snow, icy and merciless.
When his eyes swept over Fox Chu, they solidified into tangible killing intent.
He then looked at Qingyu, and the cold wind in his eyes vanished instantly. He asked softly, “Ayu, what are you saying to him?”
Because of yesterday’s incident, Qingyu did not wish to respond. She turned slightly away.
To Fox Yan, it looked as though the two had been conversing happily until he interrupted.
Her long lashes drooped, hiding a shadow of gloom. When she raised her eyes again, they fixed on Fox Chu — dark, dangerous, unyielding.
Fox Chu was startled by the unmasked hostility in the young lord’s gaze and hurriedly explained, “We were just chatting casually.”
Fuyin rolled her eyes. Moments ago he was teasing the princess, yet now he was trembling in front of Fox Yan?
Seeing the killing intent in Fox Yan’s eyes intensify, Fox Chu realized the danger and quickly found an excuse to leave.
Fuyin, knowing she herself was out of place, also retreated.
Perhaps once they had spoken, the matter would settle.
Only Qingyu and Fox Yan remained in the pavilion.
Suppressing her inner annoyance, Qingyu exhaled slowly and rose, preparing to leave.
Yesterday’s events were still fresh in her mind. There was nothing to explain to him.
Her cold and distant demeanor snapped the last thread of rationality in Fox Yan’s mind — it shattered instantly.
A slender hand was suddenly grabbed. “You don’t want to talk to me at all?”
“Let go!”
He gripped her wrist with such force that it hurt, and she could not break free.
“Why can you speak and laugh with others, but never with me?”
“Why do you look at others? You don’t even spare me a glance!”
Fox Yan held her tightly, forcing her to face him.
His eyes were filled with obsessive possessiveness.
“You are mine. We will soon be married. From now on, your eyes should only see me, your words only speak to me!”
“And not laugh and talk with others here!”
Qingyu almost laughed at his anger. Which eyes had seen her laughing with others? It was clearly someone deliberately approaching her, yet he twisted it into her fault.
As for marriage — what a foolish dream!
Qingyu twisted her aching wrist, a flash of pain in her eyes. Her wrist was likely bruised, her leg wound still unhealed, and standing for so long had left her weak.
Seeing this, Fox Yan softened his expression and released her, then scooped her up in a firm, unrefusable motion, carrying her indoors to sit down.
His actions were forceful yet protective.
He rolled up his sleeve, inspected the pale bruised wrist, frowning. He applied ointment carefully.
“It’s my fault. Ayu, if you are angry, be angry at me.”
“I only hope you will look at me more, speak to me more. Don’t be so cold. I truly cannot bear it.”
In the Fox Clan, lovers are always affectionate, inseparable, wanting to be together every day.
Yet his companion remained distant, unwilling to speak more than a word, or show even a hint of a smile.
The demons are straightforward, never hiding love for their partner.
But her coldness left him with no outlet for his overflowing affection.
He feared scaring her, so he approached cautiously, controlling his emotions.
All this effort was simply to make her care for him more, to be closer to him.
Today, he lost control, unleashing the words he had long suppressed.
Qingyu’s expression remained icy, a mocking curve on her lips.
“You have quite the temper, Young Lord. Just because I spoke a word with someone else, you fly into a rage. Am I some object that cannot speak or smile?”
“Ayu, I did not mean it that way. My heart belongs only to you. I hope your heart belongs only to me as well.” He gazed at her, full of sincerity.
“We never had feelings for each other — how could they ever reach the heart?”
Those words pierced her soft heart like shards of ice, chilling her through and through.
Her exquisitely handsome face froze, paling. She remained motionless, like a silent statue.
After a long while, he murmured, “No feelings at all?”
“How could there be none… Ayu clearly… clearly…”
Before he could finish, Fox Yan clutched his head and crouched down in agony.
A faint metallic tang rose in his throat. His eyes gradually turned bloodshot.
Terrifying veins spread across his once-perfect face like flowing water, extending down his neck.
Half-kneeling before her, staring at her unmoving face, his heart plummeted. Finally unable to endure, he collapsed, clutching the corner of her red skirt tightly.
Fox Yan’s outburst was horrifying. Even having witnessed it before, Qingyu instinctively took a step back.
Seeing him clutch her, she tried to pull the skirt free. He used tremendous strength; it took half her effort to free the fabric. He shook it as if it had touched something dirty.
After staring coldly at him for a few seconds, she turned without hesitation.
Her intoxicating, bl00d-hued eyes reflected a resolute figure departing — decisive, never lingering for him.
Only when she had completely vanished from sight did Fox Yan lower his head, curling into himself as if engulfed in flames.
The empty room echoed with pained murmurs, reminiscent of countless days and nights over the past ten years, enduring a suffering worse than death. Today’s pain, however, felt even sharper, even harder to bear.