Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Chapter 549 The Republic-era Miss Who Admitted Her Mistake to Her Arranged Marriage (20)

With a creak, the door opened.

Shen Yuncang stood at the door, his tall figure blocking out everything outside.

He stood with his back to the light, making it almost impossible to discern the expression on his handsome face.

The murderous aura and ferocity he exuded before entering the room had dissipated. He concealed the darkness in his eyes and slowly walked towards the huddled figure in the corner.

Wen Heliang, who had just been lying on the ground, had already been dragged away. Only a few drops of blood remained on the ground, proving what had happened.

Hearing the door open, Mu Zhou instinctively shrank back. Only after noticing the footsteps continuing did he tremblingly lift his eyelids.

At this moment, her hair was disheveled, her small face was pale, and she looked so pitiful that it broke your heart.

The helplessness in her eyes pressed down on Shen Yucang's chest, making him feel as if he were suffocating.

A fierce look flashed across his face, and he clenched his fists, instantly contemplating murder.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged; he swallowed hard, suppressing the ferocity in his voice.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

His voice was incredibly hoarse, with a faint, almost imperceptible tremor.

He knelt down in front of Mu Zhou, wanting to pull her into his arms to comfort her, but as soon as he reached out, Mu Zhou seemed to be startled and flinched away.

Mu Zhou was extremely wary of him.

She tried to press herself against the corner of the wall, wanting to get as far away from him as possible.

Shen Huocang was stunned:

"Zhouzhou..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Zhou's elusive words plunged him into despair.

"who are you?"

Shen Yuncang froze.

Mu Zhou knew everything.

He, who was always arrogant, cold and indifferent, was speechless at times.

He was somewhat embarrassed and didn't even dare to look Mu Zhou in the eye.

When Mu Zhou looked at him, her eyes showed obvious helplessness, and even fear and resentment.

Shen Huocang understood.

He understands everything.

It's normal for her to act this way.

But his heart was still being torn apart, and he could barely straighten his back.

The moment of honesty was much harder to bear than I had anticipated.

The hatred Mu Zhou showed him was even harder to bear than he had imagined.

Clearly, he had imagined this scenario.

How can you blame him for this?

She was the one who threw herself at him, so why can't he have her?

He should have been perfectly justified.

Seeing Mu Zhou heartbroken, Shen Yucang still softened.

He couldn't bring himself to say a harsh word; he wished he could let her vent her frustrations on him so she could feel better.

Shen Hucang's tone was obscure:

"I am Shen Huocang."

The tears that Mu Zhou had been stubbornly holding in the corners of her eyes instantly streamed down her face.

"You, you are not my fiancé, you are not Shen Congjun."

She burst into tears almost instantly.

Shen Huocang was flustered and confused.

He couldn't bear to see Mu Zhou shed tears anywhere other than in bed.

Overwhelmed with heartache, he ignored Mu Zhou's struggles and pulled her into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you, but that doesn't matter..."

"These are important, how could they not be important?!"

Mu Zhou's eyes were red-rimmed, her fingers gripped his collar so tightly that her fingertips turned white, and her whole body was trembling.

She was angry that she had mistaken him for someone else, resented Shen Yucang for making the mistake happen, and was even more afraid of his status as the young marshal.

I felt completely confused and upset, and all I could do was cry uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face.

Unable to break free, she quickly lost her strength while trapped in Shen Yucang's arms.

Shen Yucang gritted his teeth and refused to let go, so he could only hold the person to his chest even tighter.

Until her muffled voice came from her chest.

"I want to go home..."

She felt wronged and regretful.

She regretted coming to Anping.

This place is too complicated, and people's hearts are dark and filthy.

She wanted to go home.

Mu Zhou murmured to himself repeatedly, unable to extricate himself from his own emotions.

Shen Chucang knew that when she said "go home," she meant Ruancheng.

But how could he let go?

He remained silent, trying hard to control his emotions.

"Shall we go back first?"

He tried to pick Mu Zhou up, but with the slightest movement, Mu Zhou's crumpled clothes suddenly tore.

A close-fitting pink top flashed by.

Mu Zhou was unaware of this.

She was just instinctively trying to break free.

But after feeling a chill on her chest, she immediately squatted down again, her ears turning bright red with embarrassment.

Shen Juncang's brows furrowed tightly, and a violent aura instantly spread, like a sudden storm sweeping in.

His face was terrifying. He knelt down again, his voice tense:

"He touched you?"

In an instant, a hundred ways to make Wen Helang and Wen Yuzhi wish they were dead flashed through his mind.

His blood-red eyes were fixed on Mu Zhou.

Mu Zhou sensed that sharp aura, quickly looked up at him, and shook her head shyly:

"No, it's just..."

Her cheeks flushed again:

"The clothes that Yu Zhi prepared are so strange; they tear easily with the slightest pull."

This was also one of the reasons why she curled up and refused to get up.

It was Shen Yucang who suddenly hugged her, making her forget about her clothes and causing her to become careless.

Upon learning that nothing irreparable had happened, Shen Yucang finally felt relieved.

Without further hesitation, he hooked Mu Zhou's legs and lifted her up.

This time, Mu Zhou didn't struggle; she simply buried her face in his chest.

Outside the door, Shen Congjun was still being held down on the ground.

He landed face down, feeling both aggrieved and ashamed.

When he looked up and saw Shen Yucang carrying someone out, he instinctively struggled.

Unfortunately, her mouth was gagged, so she couldn't even call out Mu Zhou's name.

But Mu Zhou still noticed him.

Shen Zhecang glanced sideways at the guards on one side, his eyes filled with sinister intent.

The guard instantly regretted it.

They should have taken the person away earlier; they shouldn't have been left here to continue being an eyesore.

Shen Yucang immediately looked down at Mu Zhou, only to see a conflicted and hesitant look in her eyes, and her gaze toward Shen Congjun held an indescribable emotion.

That man should be her fiancé.

Knowing this, she will undoubtedly favor Shen Congjun more.

The thought of this possibility drove Shen Yucang to the brink of madness with jealousy.

He wished he could shoot Shen Congjun dead.

For the first time, he, who had always been a chosen one of heaven, was so jealous that he wanted to kill someone.

Without stopping or giving Mu Zhou a chance to speak, he quickly carried her out of the theater and into the car outside.

Now that their identities have been revealed, there's no need to hide anything anymore.

He took the person directly back to his residence.

The Marshal's Mansion is where Shen Huocang has lived alone since he came of age.

The place where the old warlord lived was completely different in style.

The old warlord's house was newly built, combining the work of domestic and international architectural masters, and its style was quite modern.

However, the Young Marshal's Mansion is an old house.

This place was once the residence of a prince. The exterior is classical, grand, dignified, and solemn, but inside there are several small courtyards with different styles.

Many of the courtyards are completely in the style of Jiangnan.

Gentle and graceful, exquisite and elegant.

After entering the gate, there are winding corridors, small bridges, and courtyards.

Shen Yucang carried her for a long time before they arrived at a courtyard.

This place looks like it was prepared long ago.

Mu Zhou was placed on the bed, one hand still tightly gripping her collar.

But how could her two small hands cover up the fact that most of her clothes were torn?