Wang Chong had a powerful urge to squeeze Tie Mingzhu to death.
Tie Mingzhu looked as though she wanted to cry but had no tears. Only now did she reflect on how, upon meeting Wang Chong and deciding he was a lecher, she had naturally concluded that he was White Chrysanthemum.
Although Tie Mingzhu later learned that Sun Yanqi was "White Chrysanthemum," she had never corrected that notion. She had merely changed her conviction that Wang Chong was White Chrysanthemum to a conviction that Wang Chong must be one of the White Chrysanthemums.
Only at this very moment did she realize that she had actually made a mistake.
Tie Mingzhu hastily knelt on the ground and pleaded softly, "I was wrong. I misunderstood you, Young Master Wang Chong. Please be magnanimous and forgive this humble woman."
Wang Chong looked at this woman, who believed that if he was not White Chrysanthemum, he certainly could not be a lecher, completely overlooking how "he" had once molested her. He was quite speechless, but had no desire to point that out. He could keep certain questions to himself rather than waste the brain cells of someone who already had too few.
"Since it was a misunderstanding..."
"Ah, forget it."
"In the future, you..."
"Ah, forget that too. Even if I told you not to be reckless again, you couldn't manage it."
"After all, with that brain of yours..."
Tie Mingzhu knew perfectly well that she was being insulted, but all she felt was profound shame. She hurriedly said, "I will certainly mend my ways after the deed."
Wang Chong could not resist quipping, "After the deed will be too late!"
Tie Mingzhu did not understand the joke, nor did she know why Wang Chong looked so bitterly distressed. Yet, for some reason, her