FRGNM -Chapter 130 Falling into the Trap

Watching the departing figure, Tang Yinhai stretched lazily, feeling slightly stunned as he turned his head to look outside.

The woman in simple clothes was standing on the windowsill, seemingly up to something.

“Luo Mingyu, I…” Ling Ruoxi pushed open the door, intending to apologize. But the moment she stepped inside, her face drained of color.

Luo Mingyu was standing by the window, arms wrapped around another woman. The delicate, clinging woman was crying, wiping her tears as she held onto Luo Mingyu’s back tightly.

Luo Mingyu… you bastard!

At that moment, the person standing outside felt as if a volcano had erupted. Her eyes nearly popped out, furious enough to charge forward and strangle the man. Just moments ago, he had been so restrained—and now he was with that woman!

Hating her? Fine, I won’t interfere with their little world!

“Bang!” Ling Ruoxi slammed the door, pressing herself against it. Knowing Luo Mingyu’s personality, if she stormed off in anger, he would chase after her. She could then act like a spoiled, sulking mess, and he would have no choice but to stay by her side.

“Brother Mingyu, she’s gone… aren’t you going after her?” Baili Ling whimpered, looking at Ling Ruoxi’s lingering silhouette outside the door. She naturally wouldn’t give Luo Mingyu a chance to turn back.

Luo Mingyu sighed, holding the person in his arms tightly. “It’s fine. She’s just sulking for a while. Ignore her. Ling’er, come in, it’s cold outside…”

“Mm, Brother Mingyu.” She nodded and stepped into the room, taking Luo Mingyu’s large hand and smiling sweetly.

Damn it! What did he mean, “she’s sulking”? Slamming her foot onto the hallway floor, Ling Ruoxi hopped around in frustration. Fine, Luo Mingyu. Since you’re cozying up with another woman, don’t blame me!

Eventually, the fuming woman returned to Tang Yinhai’s room, slipped under the warm covers without a word, and soon fell asleep.

Even amidst the earlier commotion, Ling Ruoxi had woken up and, annoyed, grabbed a pillow to toss it outside. Did one of the island cats go into heat again? Always meowing, aren’t they tired?

Feeling beside her, she pulled the blanket around herself—but something felt off. Opening her eyes, she looked toward Tang Yinhai behind her, saw nothing wrong, then glanced toward the door. The person standing outside had already turned purple with anger.

“Morning.” She greeted with a yawn, snuggling back under the covers.

Of course, a certain man was already furious enough to spit blood. Morning? Morning my foot! Does she even know what she’s doing? She didn’t come back all night, and now she’s in Tang Yinhai’s bed?!

A man and a woman alone in the same room… even as senior and junior disciples, this wasn’t proper!

Tang Yinhai quickly realized the situation. Sitting up, one hand over his head, he hurriedly got up. He remembered yesterday evening, when Ling Ruoxi came in, he had just smiled wryly and sat there. How had she fallen asleep—and in this exact spot?

Startled, Tang Yinhai quickly got off the bed, waving his hands. “Uh… Luo Mingyu, you’ve been misunderstood—this is…”

“Misunderstood what? Back on Liuli Island, I often crawled into your bed, sometimes with Yizhui and Yimeng.” Ling Ruoxi raised an eyebrow and, without hesitation, lifted the blanket and pulled her clothes back on.

Her face was a storm of fury. Luo Mingyu almost wanted to pull her back, even punch Tang Yinhai.

Ling Ruoxi acted foolishly, but did that man act foolishly too? How could two people be in such a situation—sleeping on the same bed?

“Look all you want, play with your sister, I don’t care. Don’t know who cried so much last night, probably still sobbing, needing your comfort.” Ling Ruoxi lifted her head disdainfully, glared at Luo Mingyu, and stomped on his foot.

Gasping, Luo Mingyu watched as Ling Ruoxi stormed out. Her silver-white figure vanished in a flash—and then, in the next moment, appeared before Tang Yinhai. He grabbed Tang Yinhai’s clothes and slammed him against the wall. “What did you do to her?!”

“We didn’t do anything!” Tang Yinhai protested, still caught off guard. He was lifted with one hand by Luo Mingyu, stunned—and at the same time, impressed by Luo Mingyu’s strength. He currently only had half his power, yet was this formidable.

Didn’t do anything? Last night, Ling Ruoxi had been so enthusiastic—her charm irresistible even to him. How could Tang Yinhai withstand her, let alone Luo Mingyu!

Sensing what Luo Mingyu might be thinking, Tang Yinhai frowned. “I only see her as a sister. Nothing more. And don’t forget—who made her upset last night!”

Me! Luo Mingyu’s expression darkened. How could he have known she was so angry? She had left without giving him a chance to explain.

Releasing Tang Yinhai, Luo Mingyu coldly snorted. “I hope nothing happened. Or else I…”

“Nothing happened. While you scold me, you’d better reflect too. You knew Ruoxi liked you, yet late at night you let another woman into your room!”

Seeing that white figure last night—if not for that, Ruoxi wouldn’t have stormed out like this.

Luo Mingyu’s expression darkened. “My business is none of yours.”

“Luo Mingyu!” Tang Yinhai stepped forward. Though not as strong as Luo Mingyu, his eyes pierced like blades. “If you truly like my junior sister, treat her well. Draw clear boundaries with all other women. Don’t forget—she nearly died for you, nearly died for your child!”

He shoved the man aside and walked out coldly.

Those words pierced Luo Mingyu’s heart. That foolish woman had nearly died for him—and later bore two children for him. Thinking of what Fang Xu said, Luo Mingyu felt as if a knife had pierced his chest. He strode out quickly.

“Bang!” Almost in the same instant, Ling Ruoxi collided with something solid, leaning backward. Luckily, her stance was steady, preventing her from falling.

Across from her, a sharp cry sounded. The woman in white had fallen, twisting her ankle, holding it as she lifted her head with a tearful gaze. Her eyes were red, on the verge of crying.

Ling Ruoxi hated seeing women like that, especially with sympathetic tears. She snorted coldly. “What? You bumped into me! Why put on this act? I haven’t even scolded you yet!”

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Baili Ling whimpered, holding her ankle, biting her lip.

Seeing Baili Ling like that, Ling Ruoxi could only cover her forehead. Why does Luo Mingyu like women like this? She reached out. “Stand up.”

Baili Ling wiped her tears and grabbed Ling Ruoxi’s hand, trying to rise.

Even Ling Ruoxi hadn’t expected Baili Ling to be so heavy. She almost pulled her to the ground. Just as she thought to let go, a sharp pain in her palm made her instinctively push Baili Ling away.

“Ling’er!” The figure who had just stepped out turned pale, staring at the person in the aisle.

Whether intentional or coincidental, Baili Ling’s balance tilted from the push, nearly causing her to fall down the stairs.

Ling Ruoxi lunged again to grab Baili Ling’s wrist—but the man behind her was faster. He swept past her, pressing Baili Ling’s shoulder and forcefully pushing her back inside.

“Bang!” Ling Ruoxi hit her head on the door, holding it in one hand, instinctively glancing outside.

Luo Mingyu leapt ahead, catching Baili Ling by the waist, standing firmly, eyes filled with concern. “Are you alright, Ling’er?”

“Brother Mingyu!” Baili Ling sobbed, wiping her tears and hugging him. “I… I’m fine. Just now… Ruoxi didn’t push me—it was my own mistake.”

“Don’t say anything. I saw it,” Luo Mingyu said softly. He wasn’t blind—he had seen everything.

Ling Ruoxi had pulled at Baili Ling’s clothes, almost causing her to fall. If he had arrived a moment later, who knew what could have happened?

He had intended to apologize to Ling Ruoxi, but now, it seemed unnecessary.

“Is your ankle okay? Twisted? Needs some medicine.” Luo Mingyu frowned, setting Baili Ling on a chair, removing her shoes, and applying ointment to the swollen area.

What the hell! Ling Ruoxi thought. Had she been tricked by Baili Ling? Twitching at the corner of her mouth, she observed the two below. Her own forehead was already bruised, and her right palm had a blackened patch.

Apparently, that woman had pricked her with something. Now her right hand was numb.

But she didn’t want this man to see her in such a state. Turning, she left without explaining. If Luo Mingyu blamed her, fine—she’d take the blame.

Competing with other women? Sorry, she had no time for that.

“Ruoxi, your hand?” Tang Yinhai had already noticed the black mark and frowned deeply at the scene below. That man… really only cared for that woman, didn’t he?