Wang Yang did not even look at Baoyue. He continued wielding his brush as he said calmly:
"I haven't finished writing yet."
Baoyue felt each stroke land heavier than the last, as though weighted with iron and crashing against her heart. Her voice trembled:
"It's impossible. Stop writing. I can't possibly agree..."
As though he had heard nothing, Wang Yang continued writing at an easy, unhurried pace.
Chen Qing Shan, Xin Yi, and the others watched the strange pair before them, utterly bewildered.
Baoyue suddenly erupted:
"Stop writing!!!!!!"
Everyone jumped. Wang Yang's brush tip trembled too, letting ink bleed across the paper. He looked up at Baoyue and saw that all color had drained from her face. Her fists were clenched, her body shaking violently, and her reddened eyes were fixed fiercely on him. His heart softened, and he soothed her:
"Don't get upset. I'll explain once I've finished."
Then he told Xin Yi, "Help your young mistress sit down."
Xin Yi had never seen her young mistress like this and was a little frightened. Only when Wang Yang called to her did she come back to herself and cautiously step forward to take Baoyue's arm.
Baoyue knocked Xin Yi's hand away and pointed at the sheet Wang Yang was writing on, her voice trembling on the verge of collapse:
"Tear it up for me!"
Xin Yi froze, at a complete loss.
Baoyue shouted sharply:
"Tear that paper to shreds! Burn it to ashes! Do whatever you like! Destroy it! Go now! Right now!"
Lian San continued playing the backdrop, while Xin Yi moved forward in bewildered obedience.
Chen Qing Shan turned and stood in front of Wang Yang.
Furious, Baoyue roared through her tears:
"Do you have any idea?! He's going back to Jingzhou City!!!"
Chen Qing Shan's heart