AWB Chapter 33 The miserable mandarin duck
Chapter 33 The miserable mandarin duck
Jiang Liwu was furious and wanted to hit Wei Xifeng, but when she thought that Wei Xifeng had become like this because of the violence he suffered as a child, she took deep breaths and kept repeating in her heart, "I can't hit the child, I can't hit the child." In the family education Jiang Liwu received from childhood to adulthood, her parents had never hit their child.
"Do you remember what I told you when I was teaching you marksmanship?" Jiang Liwu asked with a serious expression.
Wei Xifeng stiffened, then looked down into Jiang Liwu's eyes and said, "Learn marksmanship for self-defense, and do not use it lightly unless your life is in danger."
Jiang Liwu nodded.
Wei Xifeng sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, teacher, I shouldn't have forgotten what you said."
Jiang Liwu: "I'll confiscate this for now." Wei Xifeng is easily provoked and easily angered due to his illness, and he can easily get into a fight and lose his temper if he's not careful.
Wei Xifeng shook his head. "You can keep it; you don't need to return it to me."
"I have no use for it." It's neither the end of the world nor twenty years ago.
Wei Xifeng said earnestly, "But the teacher said that there are some things you may not need, but you can't be without them. Truth must always be in your own hands."
"Hey, you remember that really well, kid." Jiang Liwu glanced at Wei Xifeng.
The conversation between the two seemed to have an atmosphere that no third party could intrude upon. Qiao Yiran lowered her head and bit her lip in resentment. Wei Xifeng had come after her because she wanted to leave with Xue Ling, so why was Wei Xifeng's attention focused on someone who had nothing to do with this matter?
Doesn't Wei Xifeng get jealous?
Qiao Yiran said anxiously, her voice trembling with tears, "If this continues, Xue Ling will be in danger due to excessive blood loss. Get the family doctor to come and bandage his wounds, quick!" Her gaze swept over the bodyguard, then the servants, then Uncle Wang, and finally landed on Wei Xifeng.
Wei Xifeng looked over and then stepped closer. Feeling the pressure and dangerous aura emanating from him, Qiao Yiran looked up and asked nervously and fearfully, "What do you want to do?" while moving even closer to Xue Ling.
The next second, Qiao Yiran was grabbed by the arm by Wei Xifeng, pulled away and thrown aside, and then his foot was used to crush the wound on Xue Ling's knee.
Xue Ling wailed in pain, drenched in sweat as if he had just been pulled out of the water. Even so, he said, "Wei Xifeng, if you have any ability, come at me. It has nothing to do with her. I forced her to come with me."
Qiao Yiran, half-lying on the ground, shook her head desperately upon hearing this, tears streaming down her face. "No, it's not like that." Seeing Wei Xifeng's ruthless way of dealing with Xue Ling, Qiao Yiran felt a sense of relief.
Wei Xifeng looked down at this ant as if it were an ant, and now he was going to crush this ignorant ant. "You want to enter the forest? I can grant your wish." With that, he moved his foot away and wiped the bloodstains on the green grass.
Baal lay at Jiang Liwu's feet, languid yet dangerous, staring at Xue Ling as if he were dead. In a similar sync with Wei Xifeng, he raised his forelimbs and licked the remaining blood from his claws.
The bodyguards quickly dragged Xue Ling, who was like a dead dog, into the forest. Qiao Yiran saw this and immediately scrambled up and threw herself on Xue Ling. "No, let him go! He'll die if we don't go into the forest!" Qiao Yiran was terrified and panicked. She didn't want Xue Ling to die. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't moved by Xue Ling, who was silently protecting her.
Xue Ling is now injured and covered in blood. The forest is full of bloodthirsty beasts. He will probably be reduced to ashes within moments of entering the forest.
At that moment, pairs of red and green eyes emerged from the dense, deep foliage, hungry, greedy, and eerie. Qiao Yiran shivered violently.
But when he truly faced death, Xue Ling was still afraid. His eyes were filled with deep fear and a hint of regret. He stared intently at Qiao Yiran's tear-stained face, as if trying to imprint her image deep into his mind. "Yiran."
Qiao Yiran cried and shook her head desperately, "We can't go any further, stop! Xue Ling, you can't die, I won't let you die."
The two were like a pair of star-crossed lovers cruelly separated, miserable and wretched, yet powerless to fight against fate.
This scene reminded Jiang Liwu of Wei's father and mother. Wei's father had forcibly taken Wei's mother, forcing her to divorce her husband and marry him. Although Wei's mother was powerless to resist him, she never gave up on escaping Wei's father, nor did she ever forget her ex-husband. She always loved her ex-husband.
So when her ex-husband came to her wanting to elope with her and run away together, Wei's mother followed him without hesitation.
But both of them ultimately met their demise.
One was thrown into the sea to feed the fish and his body was never found; the other only gained a brief period of freedom by falling from a tall building.
Wei Xifeng and her father look very alike, but she will not let the scene from twenty years ago repeat itself.
"Xiao Feng, stop and put him down." Jiang Liwu frowned as she looked at Wei Xifeng. As she spoke, Baal, who had been lazily swishing his tail as if it were none of his business, suddenly darted out and blocked the bodyguard's path. Then, his roar that shook the surrounding area scared away the many eyes that were watching and were eager to pounce in the forest.
Baal turned his head and roared at Wei Xifeng again, as if echoing Jiang Liwu's words.
Wei Xifeng was stunned.
The bodyguards immediately stopped. They hadn't expected that Baer, who always obeyed Wei Xifeng, would listen to Jiang Liwu so much, and even lose his temper with his master because of Jiang Liwu's unhesitating "betrayal". Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they didn't know what to do for a moment.
Before Wei Xifeng could say anything, Qiao Yiran left Xue Ling's side and knelt at Wei Xifeng's feet. She reached out and grabbed Wei Xifeng's clothes, her fair neck tilted back as she wept, looking like a swan offering its neck for execution. She pleaded tearfully, "Wei Xifeng, please let Xue Ling go, I beg you, I beg you, please let him go. It has nothing to do with him, I wanted to go with him. Punish me if you want, I will accept whatever punishment you give me. As long as you let him go, I will never think of leaving again. I will do whatever you ask, I will do anything. I will take good care of your illness and stay by your side, I will never step out of your sight."
Seeing Qiao Yiran kneeling and begging Wei Xifeng, abandoning all her pride and self-respect, Xue Ling felt a heartache so intense he could hardly breathe. He cried out with difficulty, "Yiran, don't beg him." At this moment, Xue Ling was overcome with passion, feeling that he would be willing to die for Qiao Yiran even if it meant his own death.
Wei Xifeng glanced at him, and without saying a word, the bodyguard immediately kicked Xue Ling in the chest, sending him flying backward.
Xue Ling fell to the ground in a sorry state, unable to even clutch his chest. He could only writhe on the ground, like an earthworm cut in two. He coughed violently and painfully, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.