Host, what kind of act are you putting on? Isn't this going a little too far? I'm almost unable to watch anymore.
Ye Shaoxuan opened his mouth, intending to say that it was only a two- or three-day journey from the Su family to Flying Eagle Fortress—not ten thousand miles, not even a thousand. But when he saw how heartbroken she looked, he suddenly grew flustered.
He hurriedly pulled her into his arms and gently patted her back. "All right, all right, don't cry. I... I don't have anyone outside. Not a single person. Don't let your imagination run wild."
"Really?"
"You didn't lie to me?"
Su Qiao knew when to stop. Of course, she was actually starting to find it a little difficult to keep acting.
Acting was exhausting.
Ye Shaoxuan deliberately darkened his expression. "You actually doubt this Young Master?"
Su Qiao pressed a handkerchief to the corner of her eye and said mournfully, "I don't want to doubt you either. It's just that there are too many women who like you, and they said I was..."
A cold glint flashed through Ye Shaoxuan's eyes as his brows drew tightly together. "What did they say? Who were they?"
Su Qiao lowered her head, looking utterly dejected, and her voice was weak and listless.
"They all said I was completely unworthy of you. They even said that one day, if you happened to be in a bad mood, you might trade me for a sword or a horse, or even sell me outright."
"Who said I was going to trade you for something? Who said I was going to sell you? Am I, Ye Shaoxuan, really so poor that I have to sell my own woman?"
"Who the hell has been spreading such rumors?"
Ye Shaoxuan turned and swept