All the won around stared at Dan Heng with eager eyes.
They posed seductively, pulling down the fabric of their clothes to expose more of their fair skin and deep cleavage.
The entire room was filled with an atmosphere of springti sensuality and a strong aura of lust.
Dan Heng actually found it a little unbearable—this was not enjoyable for him at all.
He frowned slightly, his attitude sowhat repulsed.
His cold aura prevented the won from physically touching him, though they dared not move too far away.
Even though he didn't quite see himself as a husband yet, he still instinctively felt that staying here any longer might lead to more unnecessary trouble.
If not for the thought of March 7th, he would have turned and left imdiately.
But since he was already here, he felt he should at least say sothing.
These won appeared bold and flirtatious, yet many of them seed lost and directionless.
"Handso, do you want to say sothing? Don't worry, whatever it is, we'll agree to it!"
"Yes, yes! Whatever you want to do here, it doesn't matter. We'll satisfy you! You don't need to spend a single copper soul coin!"
"We'll listen to you!"
The won hurried to express their devotion, simply looking at Dan Heng was already a pleasure for them.
In his human form, Dan Heng had short black hair with a hint of red shadow near his eyes. His skin was as smooth as jade, his beauty elegant and refined, carrying a classical charm.
His aura wasn't particularly domineering; rather, it was cool and aloof—making him seem like soone who needed to be protected, especially in the eyes of won.
Dan Heng remained silent for a mont before speaking:
"You don't have to be bound by the past. You are who you are. The chains of your previous life cannot hold you back..."
Dan Heng reflected on his own past experiences, hoping to spark a sense of awakening in these won.
If even one of them could escape their confusion, that would be a small act of kindness.
"Mm-hmm!"
"Handso, you're absolutely right! I need to write this down! Or better yet, why don't you write it for ? What do you think about writing it here?" One of the won pulled open the front of her dress, exposing a large expanse of pale skin.
The other won burst into laughter, glancing at her ample assets, which were larger than lons, and feeling a bit self-conscious.
"..." Seeing this, Dan Heng's frown deepened. He had clearly overestimated his ability to communicate through words.
As expected, given his lack of experience in this sort of thing, he didn't seem to have much talent in handling these situations.
Sighing, Dan Heng stood up, ready to leave.
"Don't let the shadows of the past consu you. Although your past may weigh on you, your future is yours to shape."
With that final remark, he turned to go. Whether he had awakened soone's consciousness or not was beyond his control.
After all, while he disliked burdening others, he wasn't the type to go out of his way to help, either.
He admired March 7th's personality, but that didn't an he wanted to be like her.
Just as he reached the door, a teasing voice sounded behind him:
"My, my... I never knew my husband was such a smooth talker. Why have I never heard you say such things to before?"
Though the voice wasn't overtly cold, the mont the won heard it, they all shuddered involuntarily.
This was far scarier than a woman storming in, screaming and tearing people apart in a jealous rage.
Everyone turned their heads to see a silver-haired woman stepping forward, holding a food container.
These won, despite their profession, were at least decently attractive.
But the mont Gu Yuena entered, her natural beauty completely outshone them all.
Next to her, they suddenly seed like grotesque, inferior creatures.
Instinctively, they lowered their heads—completely and utterly crushed in terms of beauty.
They all retreated quietly, none daring to speak or provoke Gu Yuena.
Even though she still wore a polite smile.
"..." Dan Heng was montarily stunned, an inexplicable sense of panic rising within him.
With his strength, Gu Yuena posed no real threat to him.
And they weren't truly husband and wife, so she had no right to reprimand him for anything.
Yet, seeing the forced smile on Gu Yuena's face, he still couldn't remain completely calm.
"You're here?" Dan Heng replied, his tone calm.
After all, he wasn't here to indulge himself. He had rely been reminded of March 7th and wanted to try acting as she would, as a way to commorate an old friend.
Although... the results didn't seem very effective.
"My dear husband must think that just because he hasn't done anything improper, he has nothing to feel guilty about."
Gu Yuena continued smiling.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, concealing her true emotions.
Although Dan Heng had never so much as touched these won, which kept her from completely breaking down, she still couldn't help but feel wronged.
Was she really so unappealing as a wife?
She had been trying so hard to be a good wife, yet Dan Heng never once looked at her properly.
To him, she was nothing more than a familiar stranger.
Their relationship had never progressed beyond the surface, no matter how much she subtly tested the waters—Dan Heng always remained indifferent.
And now, for him to enter a brothel of all places... it was the final straw, the spark that ignited her bottled-up emotions.
But what made her most upset was that she knew this marriage had been forced upon him.
She had watched Dan Heng for years—watched his orderly life, his stable job at the library, his peaceful routine of cooking, reading, and tending to his garden.
She had fallen in love with that simplicity.
But love wasn't a perfectly reciprocal equation. Dan Heng had no obligation to return her feelings.
She knew she was in the wrong, yet was she not even allowed to feel aggrieved?
Dan Heng fell silent, looking at Gu Yuena. Her stunning eyes were slightly red.
She was like a goddess descending from the heavens, suddenly displaying human emotions—it made everything feel surreal.
"I—" Dan Heng barely uttered a word.
Gu Yuena let out a soft laugh, though it didn't reach her eyes. The corners of her lips didn't even curl upwards.
She handed the food container to Dan Heng. "Husband, drink it while it's hot. Don't go hungry at noon..."
Then, without waiting for a reply, she turned and quickly walked away.
The intense pressure surrounding Dan Heng suddenly dissipated, replaced by an inexplicable atmosphere.
Even the won around them sensed Gu Yuena's change.
Earlier, she had been like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Now, she was more like an iceberg that had begun to lt.
There was no longer any hostility—only sorrow.
Seeing her leave, Dan Heng glanced down at the food container in his hand.
His lunch?
Opening the lid, steam rose up, carrying the rich aroma of chicken soup.
There were no strange surprises inside—just a comforting, fragrant soup infused with an undeniable warmth.
"..." Dan Heng gently placed a hand on his chest.
It seed... he really hadn't thought this through.
anwhile, in a secluded alley.
Zhao Wuji slowly picked himself up from the ground, his entire body aching.
Every part of him—except for his clothes—was in pain.
Even though there wasn't a single visible wound on his body, the fact that he had passed out from the pain three tis proved it wasn't a re illusion.
"Ma Hongjun..." Zhao Wuji gritted out the na through clenched teeth, his voice filled with boundless rage!
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