Initially, Liang Fu had refused her, but she didn’t beg. Instead, she silently unbuttoned her long gown, curled up in the snow, and cried.
Thanks to the cold, she sneezed repeatedly. Fortunately, top-tier beauties only have tears, not runny noses, making her snow-crying appearance both beautiful and pitiful.
Liang Fu couldn’t bear it, cursing under his breath: “What are you doing taking off your clothes? Aren’t you afraid of freezing to death?”
“It’s my fault Sister Rou caught a cold. I’m guilty; I want to atone,” Ruan Ning cried. “Oh heavens, please let Sister Rou’s pain befall me!”
Feeling nervous, she realized her melodramatic acting might seem exaggerated. She wondered if Liang Fu would buy it.
He did buy it. After being worn down by Huo Rou for so long, he preferred the white lotus type of woman. A little exaggeration was fine. He approached her, angrily buttoning her up, saying: “What are you? Heaven won’t listen to you!”
After buttoning her up, he still grabbed her hand and they got into the sedan together.
Ruan Ning: …
What a two-faced pervert!
The sedan swayed, soon making Ruan Ning drowsy.
She leaned on Liang Fu’s shoulder, glimpsing through her eyelashes as he alternated between gritting his teeth and gazing at her, like a Sichuan opera face-changing performance. His inner struggle must be intense. Ruan Ning wanted to laugh but gradually fell asleep, considering a plan to escape later.
Recalling that Huo Rou’s father was a minor official without money, she remembered their residence was close to the city gate, making it easy to hide. The house next to Huo Rou’s room had been empty for a long time, allowing her to jump over the wall—something Huo Rou often did to sneak out.
Despite her lack of money or status and the improbability of leaving the city, Ruan Ning felt luck might be on her side. Even if she couldn’t escape, she might encounter another sick beauty.
“Wake up!” Liang Fu suddenly pushed her, and Ruan Ning awoke to find they had arrived. She was pushed against the sedan wall, her sleep on Liang Fu’s shoulder obvious from its wrinkled state.
“Brother Rethink, was I just asleep?” Ruan Ning asked, her drowsy eyes and hoarse voice strikingly alluring.
