FRGNM -Chapter 110 Jealousy

Ling Ruoxi’s mouth twitched as she frowned. “Uh… just now, I got bumped by someone and a flower ball was caught by a stranger. But he gave it back and left quickly, so… that should be fine, right?”

“You’re doomed…” Ye Ningfeng gave a helpless, wry smile. “Just wait until you go back and see how Luo Mingyu deals with you. That man is probably already preparing the betrothal gifts and will come to take you. Unless you leave Duanyun Kingdom, according to the law here, you’re supposed to marry him.”

“Damn it! How would I know! Help! Oh my god!” Ling Ruoxi frantically stuffed all the flower balls into her storage ring, yanked Nangong Mo’s wrist, and said, “Let’s go tonight. We’re leaving. Don’t let that man know where we’re staying!”

“…Can we really leave now? At least wait until tomorrow,” Nangong Mo said helplessly.

Ye Ningfeng shook his head. “According to Duanyun law, for three days after the Flower Ball Festival, no one is allowed to enter or leave the city to prevent broken engagements. I already told you, you—sigh.”

“I didn’t hear that! Help!” Ling Ruoxi thought of that stranger. She hadn’t even remembered his face, just that he was tall and strong. But if Luo Mingyu found out… what then?

She had to strike that man down! Wait, she had an idea.

Snapping her fingers suddenly, Ling Ruoxi frowned. “Since giving a flower ball means getting married, I’ll toss one to Luo Mingyu. If he catches it, we’re married—then that other man won’t be able to take me!”

“Don’t forget, you also threw one to me.” Nangong Mo lifted a small flower ball and looked at her, eyebrows raised. His slightly teasing look was laced with seriousness. “Don’t forget, you’re my official fiancée, the crown princess of Nangong Mo.”

“Yes, yes, yes, but wasn’t that law abolished six years ago? Come on, give me the ball.” Ling Ruoxi tried to snatch the flower ball, but Nangong Mo stepped back quickly, weaving through the crowd to protect it.

Ling Ruoxi nearly wanted to kick him and yelled, charging at him. She wrapped her arms around Nangong Mo in a bear hug, pinning his hands down. Her slender fingers hooked around the flower ball. “You brat! Give me the flower ball, or I’ll—”

“You’re serious!” Nangong Mo shivered at the soft body pressing against him, letting her small fingers trace up his torso while holding his arms tight against her chest. The flower ball dangled tantalizingly close.

A silver-haired figure appeared, holding one of the flower balls, watching the two in a front-and-back embrace. His cold expression darkened.

“Give it to me, you little brat! If you mess with me again, I’ll—” Ling Ruoxi snatched the ball and finally released Nangong Mo, then slapped him on the butt just like she had once slapped Yizhui, clutching her flower ball.

The ball was completely ruined from the struggle, a mangled, ugly mess.

“You—” Nangong Mo’s lips twitched. He’d saved Ling Ruoxi’s life, and now she dared to slap him on the street!

Ling Ruoxi glanced at the silver-haired man ahead, raised her hand, and willed the ten or so flower balls to appear in her hands. Running forward, she laughed lightly. “Luo Mingyu, catch your flower balls!”

“Huh?” His cold brows arched. He’d just seen her hugging Nangong Mo, and now this…

Bang! A flower ball smashed into his head. Luo Mingyu rubbed it, pained. Before he could react, ten more flew at him. He dodged, exclaiming, “What are you doing?”

“Idiot! Catch the flower balls! Catch them and you can marry me!” Ling Ruoxi threw the last one with all her strength.

Luo Mingyu hadn’t processed it yet. A ball hit his nose, and he instinctively caught it. Blood spurted from his high bridge.

Damn it. Only this woman would throw flower balls like this!

Other women gently tossed theirs to their beloveds, but Ling Ruoxi… was practically bombing him with them.

“Uh… are you okay?” Her smile froze again. Everyone around stared at her as if she were an alien. What had she done wrong?

Nangong Mo realized how dangerous she could be. Luckily, it was just a joke; otherwise, Luo Mingyu might have been crushed by her attacks.

“I’m fine…” Luo Mingyu’s hand held the bloodied flower ball aloft. “Caught it.”

“I thought you were strong, but you can’t even dodge a flower ball!” Back at the inn, Ling Ruoxi cleaned his nose. The bridge was swollen and bruised, but fortunately not broken.

Qingyi weighed the ball in his hand. “How much force does it take to hit his nose like this with such a light ball?”

Ling Ruoxi shrugged helplessly. She didn’t know the exact force she had used—she only knew that after the toss, blood had spurted everywhere.

Ye Ningfeng glanced at Qingyi. “Are you really blind?”

“…You could say that,” Qingyi smiled wryly. Since opening his eyes that one time, it had become a habit, though he could still navigate in the dark.

At that moment, Nangong Mo wished he had been hit instead. Seeing Ling Ruoxi care for Luo Mingyu so attentively, he quietly returned to his room.

Ling Ruoxi, however, looked at Luo Mingyu mysteriously. Once everyone left, she sat down, holding his large hand. “Hey, Luo Mingyu, will you marry me?”

Pfft! Tea sprayed from his mouth. Luo Mingyu wiped it and stared in surprise. “Why so eager to get me to marry you?”

“It’s not that! I accidentally threw a flower ball to a stranger. What if he comes to marry me in three days? If you marry me, he can’t! So marry me, and problem solved!” She squeezed his hand tightly, raising her brows challengingly.

“Oh?” Luo Mingyu’s interest was piqued. He touched his nose, still burning, but didn’t use Dou Qi to heal. He raised an eyebrow. “Why should I marry you? He’s just a stranger. How would he know where you live? Even if he did, I’d just deal with him.”

“Hey! You keep saying I’m yours, but now that there’s a problem, you deny it? Why marry me? Fine! There are plenty of men who want me. I can marry anyone!” She slammed the table and glared at him, storming upstairs.

Luo Mingyu grabbed his hair. “Go on then, see who you’ll find!”

“Nangong Mo, come out!” She kicked open his door. “If no one else will marry me, you still say our engagement exists, right? Fine! I’ll marry you now. Will you? Do you want to marry me?”

…Nangong Mo, half-undressed, looked at her standing there, suddenly saying this. Sensing the jealousy between them, he smiled. “Fine, I’ll marry you.”

Bang! The table downstairs shattered. The silver-haired figure stormed out of the inn.

Ling Ruoxi ran outside, glaring at Luo Mingyu. “You made me mad, so I married him! What of it? You can’t eat me, can you? Hmph!”

“Did you two quarrel?” Nangong Mo sighed, rubbing his temple as Ling Ruoxi glared with a mix of anger and pride.

Seeing Luo Mingyu’s expression, he knew trouble had started. The man on the street was already extremely displeased. Now Ling Ruoxi said this… he couldn’t handle it.

Every man has pride. If Luo Mingyu apologized, it might smooth things over. But as it was, who knew what he might do?

“No, that man… never mind. Anyway, Nangong Mo, here, take this. Nothing else, just as a friend. Next time a girl who likes you gives you a flower ball, catch it. I’m going out for a walk. Bye.” She tossed the flower ball meant for Luo Mingyu to Nangong Mo and left.

The one receiving the flower ball smiled faintly. At that moment, he truly thought Ling Ruoxi would give it to him and ask, “Will you marry me?”

But if another woman had given it, in that year… he only knew this one chance had slipped from his hands, never to return.