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The entire military tent was left with just the two of them. The distant sound of cannon fire began to echo again, but inside the tent, she had created an atmosphere of tranquility and beauty. She walked to his side, her water-colored eyes gazing at his slightly pale handsome face, her heart racing like a fawn. After a moment, she managed to put on a light smile, her eyes glistening with tears. "It seems you are not seriously injured after all."
His deep-set eyes trembled slightly as he said, "So much has happened, why didn't you tell me?"
"What's the point? You are busy fighting a war; wouldn't telling you these things just trouble you?" Her profile was as pure and beautiful as snow. He paused for a moment, and between life and death, his mind was filled with her image. Now she stood before him in perfect condition, yet it felt like a dream from another world.
He reached out and grabbed her hand, his voice seeming to come from afar as he softly murmured her name. Time felt particularly long. "Mo Su..."
Her eyes were filled with pain. She had made up her mind to leave after just one glance at him, but the bittersweet sadness in her heart made her stop. Her eyes burned with heat, but she didn't want him to see the tear stains. She gently pulled her hand away from his large palm and covered her face.
He stared at her and suddenly pulled her into his embrace. Although he was injured, his strength had not diminished much. She was drawn directly against his chest by his force. She hurriedly tried to rise, not wanting to hurt his wound, but he held her tightly with all his strength.
He slowly spoke, "Mo Su, I'm sorry. I've been too busy lately and haven't even looked at the newspapers. I only found out today that your father and you have..." He paused for a moment, becoming even gentler. "But I believe he will understand one day. If he cannot understand, I will fight my way to Shanghai!"
She was taken aback, her pupils dilating. "Shaoyi... My father once provided arms to Lin Hongyao, I..."
"Who said that?" His sword-like brows furrowed tightly, his expression serious. "I initially thought so too; all the clues pointed to your father. But I don't care; these matters have nothing to do with you. Moreover, in such turbulent times, all capitalists want to make their mark politically. It's not wrong for him to place his bets on Lin Hongyao."
"Do you... really not care?"
"I don't care." Shangguan Shaoyi answered decisively without hesitation. "The only thing I care about is you."
She raised her eyes to look at his pale face, feeling a twinge of pain. "Then you probably still can't forgive me for Miss Rong's matter; otherwise, you wouldn't have been avoiding me and not coming home."
His expression darkened as he looked at her slightly anxious demeanor, and he smiled gently at her. "I’m not blaming you. The reason I haven't gone back to see you is that I'm blaming myself. If I had handled things better, she wouldn't have gotten into trouble." His warm breath brushed over her head, inexplicably comforting her. "I want to adjust everything about myself before facing you. It's not that I'm intentionally ignoring you, do you understand?"
She paused, feeling a painful yet sweet ache in her heart. Something warm and cool slipped from the corner of her eye, and as she reached up to wipe it away, she realized she was crying again.
"Mo Su, don't cry..." He pulled her into his embrace, their foreheads touching as he whispered, "When I was on the operating table and lost consciousness, your image was the only thing in my mind. I thought I was going to die and just wanted to see you one more time, but you didn't come. That was when I was truly angry."
She lifted her gaze, eager to explain, but he looked as if he understood everything already. He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I just found out that it was your sister who was causing trouble. Suddenly, I feel... so relieved that it wasn't because you didn't want to come." She nestled against him, listening to the thumping of his heart, feeling that they still had each other at this moment; his embrace held the affection and warmth she longed for.
But...
He completely understood her thoughts and said, "In these past few days, I've come to realize that your father did not provide arms to Lin Hongyao."
"What?" Mo Su's eyes widened. "But Deputy Officer Shen said..."
Seeing the confusion on Mo Su's face, he explained, "Do you remember when I visited your home? I told you that your father would definitely agree?"
Mo Su nodded, not understanding why Shaoyi suddenly brought this up. Shangguan Shaoyi ruffled her hair and continued, "Because at that time I thought your father provided arms to Lin Hongyao. I believed he definitely wanted to make a move in Northeast China. Since the Northeast has changed hands again, he would surely want to get acquainted with me as the new master. A marriage alliance would be beneficial for him without any harm, which is why I thought he would agree."
"But Dad didn't agree."
"Exactly. That's why I became suspicious and realized something was off." Shangguan Shaoyi's gaze turned cold and sharp. "That day we captured Lin Hongyao's deputy. That deputy was strange; he didn’t seem like someone who feared for his life but was doing things out of fear for his life. It was he who led us to make a misjudgment, thinking it was your father who provided arms to Lin Hongyao. In fact, all of this was part of a scheme designed by Yun Yun; we have been wandering in the trap she set."
"So that's how it is." Mo Su lowered her eyes and murmured softly, feeling a sigh of relief in her heart. However, this was not the only obstacle standing between them.
A sharp pain pierced her heart, and she did not raise her eyes to look at him. Her gaze was bright and clear as it focused elsewhere, and she made a decision in her heart. "Shaoyi, even so, I still can't be with you. In a few days, I will return to Shanghai. You...," she bit her lip, suppressing her trembling voice and the tears that wouldn't stop. "You should forget about me..."
"What are you talking about? Now that all misunderstandings have been cleared up, why do you still want to leave?" Shangguan Shaoyi could no longer contain the anger in his heart. The wound began to throb again as he tightly grasped her slender waist and fiercely kissed her Rose-Colored Lips.
Cheng Mo stared wide-eyed, unable to react, simply allowing him to seize her lips. He attacked like a madman, his breath mingling with hers as he gradually invaded her reason.
This can't be happening...
Cheng Mo used the last bit of her rationality and strength to bite his lip, instantly filling the space between their lips with a metallic taste of blood. Shangguan Shaoyi's eyes became even clearer as he slowly released her. She felt a slight pang of sorrow and turned her head away from his Eyes. "Shaoyi, my father has severed ties with me. The situation is so tense now; what you need is a capable partner who can assist you financially, not someone like me who has nothing."
Shangguan Shaoyi's lips curled into a smirk as he let out a cold laugh without saying a word.
Just when Cheng Mo thought he was going to give up on her, she heard his voice ring out powerfully, each word striking her ears. "Cheng Mo, remember this: the person I want to marry is not your father."
He stared at her, his gaze burning hot enough to melt her. "The person I want to marry is you!"
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