FRGNM -Chapter 77 Jealous

“Luo Mingyu, I fucking hate you—hate you! Do you know that while I was in Fang Xu’s residence, I was violated by a man I didn’t even know? At that time I screamed my throat raw, shouting your name, calling for you to come save me—and you, damn it, you’re not human!” Ling Ruoxi lashed out, kicking Luo Mingyu hard in the abdomen as she vented her fury, biting down hard on her teeth. “You said you’d never let your woman suffer, but in the end, my heart broke even more.”

She thought she had forgotten this man, but in truth, she had kept him in her heart all along. Whenever something happened, he was the first person she thought of.

But Luo Mingyu had hurt her too deeply. His childish temperament—she really couldn’t adapt to it. She truly didn’t know how to face him.

Now, she had, in a sense, betrayed him. So in the future, he wouldn’t love her anymore, right? In this era, what man would forgive a woman for being unfaithful? Face—pride—was everything to them!

“Stop crying.” Calmly reaching out, the man who had been kicked off the bed wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. He had never imagined she would be this heartbroken.

Pressing a hand to the wound, Luo Mingyu lifted the corner of his lips lightly. “I’ve already carved my mark here. From now on, remember this—you are my woman. Even if you’re angry or throwing a tantrum, you’re not allowed to get too close to other men.”

“I told you before, I don’t like it when you mention other men while you’re with me. Huangfu Xuan fell off the cliff and won’t be in mortal danger for now. Tang Yinhai is your senior brother, and Fang Xu has been protecting you in secret. Those magical beasts were just a small punishment. Did you really think I hadn’t arranged people to watch over you?” He gently pulled her into his arms and smiled faintly.

Brushing aside Ling Ruoxi’s long hair, he continued, “The man who violated you was nothing more than an illusion created by the enemy. There was no such person at all. Leaving marks and wounds on you was only to make you believe it was real.”

“Impossible!” That scene had felt so real—how could it possibly have been an illusion?

Ling Ruoxi’s heart wavered. She even felt that the man before her knew everything. Even when hundreds of magical beasts attacked, she hadn’t suffered serious injuries—only exhaustion from blood loss from minor wounds. Could it be that this man had been by her side all along?

The corner of Luo Mingyu’s mouth curved upward as he lowered his head. “Why is it impossible? You don’t have Dou Qi. Illusions require Dou Qi to break, and they create scenes so real that your sight, taste, smell, and sense of touch are completely fooled. Do you think I would let another man touch my woman?”

“Then… who was that man? Who did all this to me?” Fear crept into her heart as Ling Ruoxi frowned slightly and looked at him. She knew Luo Mingyu must have the answer.

Gently patting her back, Luo Mingyu said calmly, “Ruoxi, remember this—there are no absolute strong ones in this world. They simply don’t exist. Qiongyu Immortal Island may seem like the strongest power, but beyond it, there are forces from beyond the heavens.”

“Back then, I was being hunted by those forces beyond the heavens. That’s why I met you, and why I acted violently toward you under those circumstances. They are an enemy faction opposed to Qiongyu Immortal Island, and extremely powerful. Now that I’ve stayed by your side, they’ll definitely try every way possible to trouble you. If it were an ordinary woman, experiencing all that in an illusion, she would have killed herself long ago.” He tightened his arm around her waist and continued, “And didn’t you notice? After you came out of the illusion, your three souls and seven spirits were gone—it was Yizhui and Yimeng who pulled your souls back. Using illusions on someone without Dou Qi is dangerous; some people never wake up.”

“As my woman, I believed you could endure it. Your skills are good—if it weren’t for the fact that you truly have no Dou Qi, I’d have suspected you were an assassin sent by those beyond the heavens to take my heart.” He smiled faintly and took her small hand, placing it over his chest.

So that was it.

All the mysteries unraveled in an instant. Ling Ruoxi felt an overwhelming sense of release and took a deep breath, letting all the anxiety in her heart pour out.

“You should’ve said so earlier—you scared me half to death. If I’d known it was fake, I wouldn’t have been so miserable!” Still, that illusion had felt incredibly real.

But illusions were shaped by one’s subconscious… Could it be that deep down she actually liked making love with other men in bathhouses?

A shiver ran through her as goosebumps rose all over her body. She definitely didn’t have that hobby—and she didn’t like overly savage men either.

“What were you miserable about? Afraid you’d lost your chastity and I wouldn’t want you anymore?” Seeing that she had finally relaxed, Luo Mingyu smiled lightly. He hooked a finger under her pointed chin and looked down at her. “You threw a tantrum with me, ignored me for so long, and even followed Fang Xu. Do you know the consequences of doing that?”

“What are you doing!” Sensing danger, Ling Ruoxi’s hair practically stood on end. She instinctively retreated, but the man wrapped her tightly in his arms, leaving her no strength to resist at all.

Laughing, Luo Mingyu lowered his head and touched his nose to hers. “Who was it today, in front of so many people, that said ‘one stick of incense’? I’m completely different from Luo Song—I’m heaven, he’s earth—and you dared to say ‘one stick of incense.’”

“You still remember that? I—I was just joking!” Her hair stood on end as Ling Ruoxi clutched the bedsheet, scooting backward to put as much distance between herself and him as possible.

Was he kidding? Once this man went crazy, he was like a solar-powered engine—he wouldn’t stop. And he’d been starved for days. If he really went wild, could her small body even endure it?

She hurriedly grabbed the blanket and retreated, flinging a pillow at him.

The man with the wicked smile simply patted her head and chuckled. “So—you were jealous, and you feel sorry toward me?”

“What do you mean? Who’s jealous!” Did she look like she was jealous? If anything, it was this man who was overly jealous.

Curling his lips, Luo Mingyu said, “Then why were you so tense just now? The man in the illusion violated you, and you took it out on me, blaming me for not saving you. In your subconscious… were you feeling guilty?”

“Get lost! If you were raped by a man, would you still be able to laugh?” She kicked fiercely at his chest, rolling her eyes at him. What kind of logic was this? Or were men on this continent all this narcissistic?

“……” Luo Mingyu was both amused and exasperated. Grabbing her jade-like foot, he pulled her closer. “Oh? Illusions reflect what’s in one’s subconscious. Seems you really like making love in bathhouses.”

“Make love my ass! That just proves I like bathing, damn it! Take your paws off me—don’t touch me!” She wished she could kick him flying. Wrapped in the blanket, she glared at him with eyes wide as bells.

With a soft laugh, Luo Mingyu found this little creature adorably cute—even when she cursed.

“If I don’t touch you, how are we supposed to make love, little temptress? You ignored me for days, walked around with a stiff face. No matter what, shouldn’t you let me get close, hm—mother of my children?” Holding her chin, he smiled faintly and leaned down to kiss those lips he never tired of.

Luo Mingyu! This damn bastard—couldn’t he at least give her time to prepare? His full weight pressed down on her. With a thud, her slender body was completely pinned beneath him. The man above showed not the slightest remorse—on the contrary, he smugly bit her lip.

“Bang, bang, bang…” Urgent knocking sounded outside the door.

Luo Mingyu’s dark eyes deepened. He gripped Ling Ruoxi’s chin and frowned coldly. “Who is it?”

“Oh, Young Master Luo, you’ve forgotten this humble one so quickly?” The syrupy voice outside was so soft it could melt snow, sending goosebumps all over one’s body.

Ling Ruoxi shuddered and hurriedly pulled her clothes tight, only then realizing it was a woman outside—and her voice was unbearably clingy!

“Who’s outside?” she asked almost instinctively, questioning the man before her.

“Young Master Luo, it’s only been a few days—have you already found a new lover?” The woman outside chuckled. Pressing lightly on the door, purple Dou Qi flashed inside the room. Seeming to realize something, she laughed and said, “Young Master, it’s Yuanyuan—have you forgotten? Yuanyuan, the number one courtesan in the capital. Do you remember just a few days ago, when we admired the moon and flowers together, drinking and enjoying ourselves?”

“Speak! What did you do?!” Ling Ruoxi kicked Luo Mingyu hard in the thigh. This man, driven purely by lust—he’d even tangled himself up with the top courtesan? No wonder she hadn’t seen him these past few days—so he’d gone looking for other women!

“Ahem, Ruoxi, listen to my explanation—I was just with her—”

“With her in bed, chatting about life and ideals, right? Fine, Luo Mingyu, you’ve got guts! I don’t care to play along with you. Go find your Yuanyuan or whoever else—get lost!” She shoved the blanket aside, pulled on her shoes, and stormed off.

Luo Mingyu panicked immediately and reached out to grab her, but the woman ahead of him flicked a dagger backhandedly, forcing him to retreat. “Ruoxi, don’t be angry—listen to my explanation. It’s not what you think, I—”

“I don’t care what you say. I only believe what my eyes see and my ears hear. And besides, I’m not angry. Why would I be angry with you? Who are you to me?” She kicked the door open, shattering the formation set inside.

Still fuming, Ling Ruoxi stared at the woman standing outside—and couldn’t help but suck in a breath.

The woman at the door wore a thin white gown, as if she’d just bathed, her body still glistening with moisture. The front of her robe fell open, revealing a full, enticing cleavage—round, plump curves that men adored. Her slender waist was as soft as willow branches, boneless and delicate. With that pitiful, vulnerable look, even Ling Ruoxi found it hard to look away—let alone the man inside.