He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Chapter 117 But I Won't Regret It

(Foreword: We should heed the advice of our elders, refrain from commenting, and enjoy the peace and quiet. I've already warned against any potential pitfalls in the synopsis and main text. To be honest, there is a generation gap between readers and authors; let fate decide whether we meet or part ways.)

This is the first time I've written this type of story about a woman who marries another man. You could say it's because I was shipping a couple and had a fleeting inspiration when I was out of ideas. I never thought about whether it would become popular or not; I just wrote it because people were reading it.

My writing skills and plot are both rudimentary, so thank you to all the readers who have supported me and been understanding. The first time I heard of the "marriage change" genre was probably when this type of story was popular in male-oriented fiction, like the old man on the subway looking at his phone.

The author's slow pace is the norm. After reading novels for over a decade, I only realized how difficult writing is compared to what I imagined. I can only try my best to keep the outline from falling apart. I've only been writing for half a year at most, and maintaining the outline is a challenge. I'm trying my best to complete my story.

My on-screen couple is an awkward, kind, cute, contradictory yet upright ordinary person. They have all the flaws that the general public has. It's a melodramatic and clichéd story.

Enjoy the fun, if you disagree, you're right. If you're going to leave, turn right, or perhaps you'll soar to the highest heavens.

At this point, the author has already come to terms with it.

Finally, wishing all the book lovers: May your years be filled with tenderness and flourishing beauty. May you find harmony in your songs and guidance in your solitary journeys! (Sending love)

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A mountain.

Next to the hilltop where the dilapidated temple in Linjiazhuang stands, there is an even larger mountain. Within the mountain are cliffs, and amidst the weeds and rocks, a figure is clutching his head in anguish.

"Why are you running? Your cultivation level is higher than hers. You can continue. She can't beat you anyway."

"roll!"

Fu Xun didn't know when this inner demon appeared, but it would bother him from time to time. He only knew that he had almost lost control just now.

He dared not imagine that if things continued, Leng Huan might get so angry that he would draw his sword and kill him.

The inner demon is adept at bewitching people: "I'm teaching you the grand strategy for winning her over. First, test her step by step, use gentle persuasion and persistent charm, and eventually you'll conquer her, hehehe..."

"Shut up, do you want her to get further away from me?"

After finishing his anger, Fu Xun ignored the voice in his head and began to clear his mind and meditate.

As long as those thoughts are absent, inner demons will not emerge.

But—my heart was hard to calm down. My mind was full of Leng Huan. One moment I was worried that she was angry, and the next I was wondering how she would view this.

"Actually, you can continue to cultivate diligently and become the number one person on the continent as soon as possible. You can reach the Integration Realm very quickly. You only need to go into seclusion for a hundred years. By then, who would dare to stop you from marrying her? Not even she herself. What do you think?"

Fu Xun looked up at the sky, a gentle breeze caressing his face, and his mind calmed down a bit. "What you said makes sense, but I will never be separated from her for so many years again."

Thinking of something, Fu Xun laughed again: "A hundred years is enough for her to forget me countless times."

"..." The inner demon hesitated, which was uncharacteristic of him: "...Then how can you make her not forget?"

Unfortunately, no matter how much he pressed, Fu Xun ignored it.

-

Leng Huan tidied up the soaked bed, lay down and pondered, unable to sleep. He thought about it from the dead of night until dawn, but still had no clue.

She couldn't understand what was wrong with Fu Xun, and she hadn't seen him return. But just when she thought Fu Xun wouldn't show up, he did.

I had just put my carved wooden couch into my ring when I felt a pain in my tongue. I looked in the mirror and realized that I was hurting myself as well. We were entangled together, and when I bit down, I bit myself too.

Only now did he have the mind to use his spiritual power to heal. When he looked up, he saw Fu Xun standing at the door. Leng Huan put away the mirror, lifted his eyelids and scrutinized him. "Are you alright?"

Fu Xun moved his tongue, feeling a dull, aching pain mixed with pleasure; he actually missed it.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Alright. Last night... something went wrong during my practice..." He didn't dare tell her it was because of his inner demons, or the inner demons that kept urging him to forcibly take the person in front of him.

As long as she is there, the inner demons will remain.

Believing him for the time being, Leng Huan looked at him for a while and asked curiously, "Do you remember what you did last night?"

Fu Xun blushed slightly upon hearing this: "I vaguely remember."

Leng Huan asked with ill intent, "Oh, what does it feel like to bite my lips?"

"..." Fu Xun was stunned by her. Was this something that could be discussed?

Leng Huan blew a breath of air: "Doesn't your tongue hurt?"

Fu Xun hesitated, "It doesn't hurt much."

Leng Huan scanned him from head to toe, his gaze lingering on the top of his thigh. He sneered, "Next time, I should break your third leg!"

Fu Xun felt a chill run down his spine, shocked, "You..."

Did she really grow up in the Leng family?

He now has no doubt that she knows more than he imagined.

As Leng Huan was about to leave, a hand pushed him aside to make way, without turning back, uttering a shocking statement:

“I think this is a problem you’ve been suppressing for too long. Come on, I’ll take you to look at some apartments.”

Haha, the innocent and arrogant man still wants to deceive her. He's clearly been suppressing his feelings for too long. Otherwise, why would he have the habit of biting people?

After thinking it over and over, Leng Huan, having reached a logical conclusion, decided to take him to resolve the issue. Afraid that he might feel embarrassed, she added, "I haven't been there in a long time either."

Seeing that he didn't move, Leng Huan finally turned around and looked at him. "Let's go."

"What did you say?" came a shocked whisper.

Fu Xun was completely devastated.

Her hard-won calm was easily ignited by her.

Going to browse the buildings?

"Leng Huan, you know I love you, yet you still say such things." He slowly approached, his voice not loud, but rather very soft.

Her face, reflected in his eyes as she turned back in the morning sun, was exquisitely beautiful, and the emotions suppressed in his eyes gradually condensed into a dark red glow.

He moved swiftly, and Leng Huan felt a blur before her eyes; she was back in the small house… on Fu Xun's bed, the door slamming shut. At the same time, several protective barriers enveloped the area for miles around.

Leng Huan was stunned for a moment. Even though she didn't understand why this was happening again, it didn't stop her from resisting. But as soon as she raised her hand, Fu Xun pressed it down and also controlled her legs.

"You—" He could only utter one word before his mouth was completely blocked. Leng Huan was at a loss, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless. Fu Xun was also acting strangely, even more oppressive than last night.

The room was left with only a small window half-open, and the light dimmed.

“Leng Huan, why go to such lengths? Having you is enough…” Fu Xun pressed down on her like a heavy shadow, and Leng Huan finally understood his meaning and was immediately shocked.

Do not!

This is wrong!

"Listen to me... um..."

Fu Xun had no patience to listen to her sophistry anymore. The two intertwined thoughts in his mind merged completely, and he actually felt quite happy.

We should show her through our actions that this is not a problem that can be solved by going into the building.

Leng Huan's clothes were instantly torn to shreds, and she finally realized that Fu Xun was indeed seriously ill.

***

Daylight and dusk have turned once more.

The cabin fell completely quiet when Fu Xun regained consciousness. The bed was a mess, and Leng Huan, in a daze, actually thought it was a miracle that the bed hadn't collapsed.

Fu Xun stared blankly, then instinctively hugged her tighter. The two of them were intertwined like a pretzel. He looked at Leng Huan's disheveled body and swollen lips...

He panicked, yet dared not let go. "I'm sorry, Leng Huan, I..."

Leng Huan dug her nails into his arm, her eyes watery, the corners of her eyes red, her face turning pale and then red, gritting her teeth: "You, get out first."

Fu Xun then came to his senses, carefully stepped back, his face suddenly turning as red as a furnace, his expression almost tearful, and he whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry..."

Leng Huan frowned, his whole body was wet and sticky, and the skin was pressed together very noticeably. He looked like a wolf that had turned into a big dog. Not to mention his ears, even his hair was drooping.

"Do you know you were wrong?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"I'm sorry..." Fu Xun could only say this one sentence, and it didn't feel enough. He took out a short dagger and handed it to her. "Kill me."

"..." Leng Huan was speechless. What kind of melodramatic soap opera plot was this? "Why would I kill you?"

Fu Xun froze, then buried his face in her neck again, "You, don't hate me."

Leng Huan froze, feeling the dampness on his neck, completely at a loss for how to react.

She didn't cry, so why did he cry first?

Leng Huan covered his face, somewhat at a loss, "Don't... I'm not dead yet."

Fu Xun covered her mouth: "Don't say unlucky things."

Leng Huan looked at his face, which was now contorted with malice, his eyes glistening with tears that seemed to burn intensely. She looked away and said, "Oh, I didn't say I hated you."

"How could you act like this after forcing people?"

"..." Fu Xun finally took a deep breath and said incoherently, "Leng Huan, I'm not afraid of anything, except you."

It was my fault……"

"But I won't regret it..."

After cleansing her, he made a hand seal, instantly donning a black robe and disappearing from the room in a flash, his voice lingering in her ears: "I'm sorry, wait for me to marry you."

Leng Huan: "..."

No, I want to hear your excuses! Why are you running away!