09/04/2026
The Marquis Wuan was rejected?! ❗️❗️❗️
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Fan Changyu busies herself preparing everything for Xie Zheng’s departure, fussing over clothes, money, and even divorce papers. She talks like it’s all practical, like she’s simply sending someone off—but the sheer amount of care she puts in says otherwise. It’s almost… too thorough, too deliberate.
Xie Zheng picks up on that immediately.
Instead of thanking her sincerely, he responds with sarcasm, his words edged with irritation. Her calm acceptance of his leaving—and worse, her readiness to formalize it—clearly doesn’t sit well with him. So he pushes back the only way he knows how: with sharp, mocking remarks.
Their conversation about the future quickly turns into a disguised sparring match.
He asks if she’ll marry again—not casually, but with a probing undertone. She answers honestly, without overthinking, which somehow makes it sting more. So he escalates, teasing her about not finding a husband, offering to “help” as if it’s a joke.
She fires back instantly, insulting his temper and implying no woman would want him either.
On the surface, it’s just playful bickering—but underneath, it’s almost like they’re testing each other.
Then comes the real turning point: they describe their “ideal” partners.
He claims he wants someone gentle, virtuous, and domestic—everything Fan Changyu is not.
She says she wants someone refined, scholarly, mild-tempered—again, the complete opposite of him.
It’s mutual contradiction, almost deliberate. Neither of them is actually describing what they feel—but rather what they should want, or what they think the other isn’t. It creates this subtle tension where both are, in a way, rejecting each other without ever directly saying it.
And yet, despite the barbs, there’s a strange softness at the end.
They exchange “well wishes” like it’s a clean goodbye. He smiles—genuinely this time—and even offers her a hand. It feels polite, almost final.
But that politeness is exactly what breaks the tension. Because everything they’ve been holding back—the irritation, the jealousy, the unspoken attachment—has been building beneath that banter the entire time.
So what starts as teasing and mockery is really just a cover for emotions neither of them can express properly… until they suddenly do, all at once.
Xie Zheng pulls and kisses her. What begins as a moment of impulsive desire quickly spirals into a clash of pride, anger, and wounded dignity.
Fan Changyu is furious—humiliated by his force, fighting back with everything she has. She bites, strikes, resists with pure instinct. There’s nothing soft about her response; it’s fire against fire. And Xie Zheng meets it head-on—not backing down, not retreating, even when she hurts him.
Their “fight” isn’t just physical—it’s emotional warfare. Every blow she lands, he accepts. Every insult she throws, he answers with something sharper.
When he kisses her again, it’s no longer just impulse—it’s possession, frustration, and jealousy all tangled together. It’s reckless, almost self-destructive, as if he’d rather cross the line completely than keep pretending it doesn’t exist.
But the intensity doesn’t resolve anything—it only makes the divide clearer.
When she holds a knife to his throat, the power shifts. Yet even then, he doesn’t move, doesn’t fear—because to him, the greater risk has already been taken.
And then, in the middle of all that chaos, comes the most unexpected thing:
A confession.
Not gentle, not romantic—but blunt, almost desperate. He offers her a place in his future, flawed as it is. No promises of safety, no pretty words—only uncertainty, danger, and a condition: wait for me.
It’s the only way he knows how to want someone.
But Fan Changyu doesn’t accept it.
To her, his actions have already crossed a line that words can’t fix. His confession feels less like love and more like entitlement after the fact. So she rejects him—coldly, decisively—choosing her dignity over whatever storm he’s offering.
And for the first time, Xie Zheng loses.
Not in battle, not in strategy—but in something far more unfamiliar.
He’s left standing there, watching her walk away, realizing too late that force and control mean nothing here. This isn’t a fight he can win by strength.
It’s a defeat that cuts deeper than any wound— because this time, he has no way to take it back.
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The intensity 🔥🔥🔥
Summarized and revised Chapter 52-53, Chasing Jade
