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She slowly opened her Water Eyes and found herself lying on a hard bed board. The incandescent light above flickered and shone, making it difficult for her to discern her surroundings. She rubbed her sore, pale neck and tightened her grip on her white wrist, looking around but finding no one.
The door was slowly pushed open, and she suddenly froze. A person dressed in a black coat entered, carrying a bowl of food for her. Without saying much, he slowly closed the curtain behind him. Confused, she knocked on the door and asked, "Excuse me, who are you, and why have you locked me in here?"
When she heard no response from outside, it seemed that the person had left without a trace. She thought to herself that this must be the person who had knocked her out. After all, she had been schemed against more than once; the last time she was captured by Japanese people nearly cost her life. This time, however, the kidnapper seemed to treat her well—she wasn't tied up or drugged and was even given food.
Her Eyes quietly fell on the meal before her, and she realized that after all this commotion, she was quite hungry. A light smile appeared on her Rose-Colored Lips as she picked up the chopsticks and began to eat slowly.
Since things had come to this point, whether she could survive was up to fate.
Just after finishing her meal, the door was pushed open again. It was the same man from before. He looked at her empty bowl with a hint of confusion and asked, "Aren't you afraid the food is poisoned?"
She smiled lightly and did not respond. If this man wanted to harm her, he would have done so long ago; he wouldn't wait until now. Therefore, she could be certain that the food had not been tampered with. Seeing Cheng Mo Su only smile faintly without speaking, the man unconsciously flushed slightly and handed her a green Porcelain Bowl, saying, "Here, drink some water. I don't have any fancy bowls or tea; please don't mind."
Cheng Mo Su thanked him and took the Porcelain Bowl. She took a gentle sip and felt that this water was different from others—it had an indescribable sweetness. She raised her Water-colored Eyes, and the clear gaze rippled gently as she said, "This water is quite good."
"Really?" The man looked no older than seventeen or eighteen; he didn't seem very mature or composed. Hearing her praise made him beam with joy as he opened up, "There isn't much good stuff in the Northwest; in my opinion, the well water from Yanzi Well is the best, so I often go there to fetch it."
She furrowed her brows; from the moment she heard his first sentence, she felt his accent was very similar to hers. Unable to help herself, she asked, "Are you also from Shanghai?"
The man seemed to realize something immediately; he quickly covered his mouth, shook his head, and retreated outside but accidentally bumped into a tall figure. Cheng Mo Su smiled faintly; although the night obscured her view of the newcomer for now, she could guess who it might be.
Daring to kidnap her on Ruan Yu's territory while speaking with an accent just like hers—who else could be so bold?
Rose-Colored Lips curved into a gentle smile, her voice soft and lingering like a gentle rain, "Mr. Nan, if you don't come out soon, I'm really going to get angry."
"Haha, Consort Shangguan is truly clever; you guessed it was me right away." Nan Wan reached out and pulled the person closer, saying, "You're really pathetic; with just two sentences, you've revealed our secrets. I think you should go back to Shanghai and continue your training instead of following me around and embarrassing yourself."
"This..." The person looked at Nan Wan like a mouse seeing a cat and quickly said, "Yes, Mr. Nan, I'll head back to Shanghai right away!"
Cheng Mo Su lowered her gaze slightly, her long Eyelashes concealing the tremor in her pupils. Nan Wan's earlier mention of "Consort Shangguan" seemed to echo from a past life, reminding her of those old dreams that she couldn't forget or let go of. But now, that title no longer belonged to her; all she could do was sigh and reflect on how indifferent the joys and sorrows of life could be, as they trickled away until dawn.
"What's wrong? You seem to no longer be hiding your identity?"
"Since Mr. Nan has already made his move, I suppose you want to know whether I am indeed Cheng Mo Su. I can't be bothered to pretend anymore." She smiled faintly, her dark hair cascading around her. "Just for the sake of my honesty, could Mr. Nan promise me one thing?"
"Oh?" Nan Wan said with interest, "Go ahead and tell me."
"Shaoyi has finally established a good relationship with the Jiang family, and he is about to have his own child. I don't want to disturb his life anymore. Please don't let Mr. Nan tell..."
"You want me not to tell Shangguan Shaoshuai?" He interrupted her before she could finish.
"No." She shook her head, a subtle pain stirring in her heart as beads of sweat formed on her pale palms. She bit her Rose-Colored Lips and continued, "In fact, Shaoyi has known for a long time, but he respects my choice and hasn't brought it up. I just don't want the Jiang family to find out; I'm afraid Jiang Yating will cause unnecessary trouble."
"Oh? You say Shangguan Shaoshuai has known all along? How did he find out?" Nan Wan asked in confusion.
Cheng Mo Su smiled bitterly and raised her beautifully shaped brows. "My thoughts and feelings have never escaped his eyes; no matter how much I try to disguise or fabricate things, he probably figured it out the moment he first saw me."
"Shangguan Shaoyi is usually silent and reserved, cold and ruthless when leading troops, and merciless towards enemies, yet he treats you like a gentleman," Nan Wan sighed.
This is precisely the biggest difference between Shangguan Shaoyi and Ruan Yu. Shangguan Shaoyi shows extreme respect for those he likes, allowing them to act according to their own thoughts and methods. In contrast, Ruan Yu is extremely demanding, insisting that she must do things his way. It's no wonder that the seemingly weak but stubborn Cheng Mo dislikes Ruan Yu; she simply hates being controlled by others.
Nan Wan twirled the ring on his thumb and said, "During this time, Ruan Yu hasn't done anything to you, right? I just arrived in the Northwest recently and heard that Ruan Yu has imprisoned you."
"He hasn't done anything to me. Although he has a bad temper, he is still quite good to me. Mr. Nan, please don't feel indignant on my behalf and go looking for trouble with him," she replied, her voice like a babbling brook, soothing the heart.
"Haha, you're clever to know I want to teach him a lesson. It seems Ruan Yu hasn't wasted his efforts these days; you probably have a place for him in your heart."
"Mr. Nan, if you keep talking nonsense, I might really get angry." Her face flushed, and her water-colored eyes took on a dreamy hue. Nan Wan appeared nonchalant and laughed, "Alright, I won't say anything more. I have no right to comment on it anyway. But does he have the right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, her heart stirred slightly, an inexplicable tension swelling within her. Her water-colored eyes narrowed slightly as she focused on the movement outside the door. She saw someone slowly approaching, causing her to hold her breath in an instant, tears welling up from afar.
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