Transmigrated as the Villain and Driven Crazy by the Vengeful Male Lead - Chapter 70

Chapter 70: First Kiss Gone (Added Words) — Why did you kiss me? …

This kiss was highly intentional. The other person found his lips instantly and pressed down without a word, precise and seamless.

A kiss that could not possibly be an accident.

Lyu Shurao’s consciousness was wiped clean, all his senses focused on the space between their teeth. The person kissing him had lips that were cool and soft. He had always thought Su Cheyue’s lips were constantly pursed, like a straight ridge of ice frozen year-round.

He hadn’t expected this line to be so supple, and when it moved, it could be so passionate and urgent.

He was bound to the tree by Duan-you, unable to move. His wounds had been throbbing with pain, but under the assault of this kiss, nothing hurt anymore.

He kept his eyes open, staring at Su Cheyue’s face. They were so close that his vision blurred, yet Lyu Shurao could somehow see his features clearly—sword-like brows slightly furrowed, expressing a mixture of obsession and restraint.

The person kissing him was Su Cheyue.

…Was it really Su Cheyue?

Why?

Why did he suddenly appear here? His legs were healed, and his cultivation had returned? Why was Duan-you listening to him, and why was he being tied up?

…And why was he being kissed?

A cascade of “whys” flooded his mind, seemingly sensed by Su Cheyue. One of Su Cheyue’s hands pressed against the tree, while the other rested on Lyu Shurao’s brow, his thumb repeatedly stroking the arch of his eyebrow.

He smoothed the frown while continuing to kiss him.

The pear blossom wreath he’d made was still hanging on Su Cheyue’s wrist, brushing lightly against Lyu Shurao’s burning earlobe with every movement.

All the “whys” turned into “what do I do?”

Lyu Shurao stood dazed. His teeth had been pried open, and as a slick warmth slid inside, he tasted the bitter astringency of medicine. It must have been the medicine taken during his treatment.

He liked this taste, and a ridiculous urge for more and for longer suddenly surged. His hand, pressed against the tree trunk, subconsciously gripped a hem of fabric—he couldn’t tell if it was his own or Su Cheyue’s.

Suddenly, he remembered New Year’s Eve, when he had almost kissed Su Cheyue. Now that it was being returned so tangibly, it felt like this.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, the person across from him abruptly pulled back. Like a fish, he swam away instantly.

So far away.

Lyu Shurao opened his eyes in confusion, feeling a hint of dissatisfaction. Su Cheyue’s finger remained on his brow, as if he needed a point of contact to ground himself. Both were breathing heavily. Su Cheyue was still gazing at him—first at his lips, then slowly moving up to his eyes.

His pupils were naturally a deep brown, and now, filled with dark, obscure emotions, they looked like a bottomless vortex that could swallow a person whole.

“Are you hurt?” His voice was kept low, concern buried beneath a layer of desire.

Lyu Shurao didn’t care what he asked; his gaze was scattered, wandering along the boundary between Su Cheyue’s lips and philtrum.

Blurring boundaries is a dangerous thing, because one might cross over by mistake.

“I tasted blood.” Su Cheyue licked his lips and took a step back to look at him. Duan-you gradually loosened its grip but did not let go entirely. “Where are you injured?”

He stood tall and straight under the pear tree, looking strikingly beautiful. Lyu Shurao’s heart skipped a beat. With his breath still ragged, a thousand words reached his lips, but only one came out:

“You… why did you kiss me?”

This was his first kiss! His very first!

Su Cheyue’s expression paused for a moment. His usually thin lips curled up slightly, moist and red. “I kissed you because I wanted to.”

That was barely an answer.

Of course, Lyu Shurao was too embarrassed to follow up with “Why did you want to kiss? Was it just a desire to kiss someone, or a desire to kiss me?” It would make him sound like a pampered little wife seeking affection after being bullied.

“I, you… why are you here? Isn’t there still a month left? Are you… are you already healed?”

Su Cheyue said, “Yes.”

Lyu Shurao was shocked. “So fast…” He had said he was going to pick him up… This “counter-attack” speed was even faster than what was written in the book.

Su Cheyue’s eyes flickered. He turned his head and released him, saying in a low voice, “It wasn’t fast.”

What wasn’t fast?

Su Cheyue lowered his lashes, looking strangely aggrieved for some reason, yet he didn’t complain. He only repeated his question: “Where are you hurt? Does it hurt?”

Lyu Shurao said, “It doesn’t hurt.” Saying “it doesn’t hurt” was a habit for him.

Su Cheyue frowned, reached out to support the back of his neck, and fully unfastened Duan-you. Lyu Shurao’s legs suddenly felt weak. It turned out Duan-you hadn’t been a restraint, but his support. Fortunately, Su Cheyue caught him.

How embarrassing, needing Su Cheyue to hold and carry him. And you, Duan-you—whose spiritual weapon are you? Even if you were a gift from Su Cheyue, you shouldn’t forget your new master the moment you see your old one…

While thinking it was embarrassing, Lyu Shurao breathed in the pleasant scent of green pears mixed with that bit of bitter fragrance he liked so much. Wrapped in Su Cheyue’s embrace, he felt so comfortable he grew sleepy.

“I’ll ask one more time. Does it hurt? Don’t lie.” Su Cheyue’s gentle voice fell. Lyu Shurao’s consciousness drifted again, out of control.

Why did he ask again? Would he catch his pain? Or would he be like Lyu Yizhou and tell him a man shouldn’t fear pain or be fragile?

He didn’t want to hear Su Cheyue say those things. Not at all. So what did he want? Did he want Su Cheyue to comfort him? How did he want to be comforted?

He hadn’t figured anything out, yet he decided to change his answer.

“It hurts a lot,” Lyu Shurao said.

Su Cheyue’s expression softened instantly. “Mn. It won’t hurt after you sleep.”

These were the exact words Lyu Shurao had used to coax him when his treatment wasn’t going well. Now, they were being returned verbatim. A wave of warmth flowed through his heart, yet it felt funny. Was Su Cheyue imitating him?

Was the cool, arrogant “crazy” male lead after his power-up actually a copycat?

“How can I sleep here?” Lyu Shurao made no move to escape the embrace, letting him hold him. “I have so much to tell you… Are you really fully recovered? Is there anything still wrong? Did you come here to return to the Baoshan Sect first? The pear blossoms in the Moon-Resting Pavilion are blooming, but there seems to be trouble in the sect. Su Xun has been looking for you… Will you be in danger? Maybe don’t go back yet? Your sword…”

He said a lot in one breath, his logic a bit scattered. Su Cheyue listened with lowered eyes and pursed lips, finally managing to interject: “Wounds first.”

“I don’t need—they’re just minor injuries. Su Cheyue, I—”

“Tao Xuanxuan, come over and take a look.”

Lyu Shurao’s voice caught in his throat.

…Who was he calling? Tao Xuanxuan?

A woman walked out from under a tree not far away, dressed in black with a “gold ingot” hairstyle, looking at them expressionlessly.

“I told you that you just recovered and shouldn’t run so fast,” she said with a tone of displeasure.

Su Cheyue said, “I am fine. You, come here.” As he spoke, he released Lyu Shurao, leaning him against the tree.

When the warm embrace scented with green pears left him, Lyu Shurao’s heart felt a heavy ache. He looked at the two of them for a moment and realized he had forgotten something very important.

It seemed he had never personally promised to pick up Su Cheyue, and Su Cheyue had never responded saying he would wait. There was never any agreement between them, so how could there be a “meeting of two paths”?

According to the original plot, Su Cheyue was supposed to bring the female lead back.

…What had he been doing all these days?

Tao Xuanxuan examined his injuries. “They are all external, but they are scattered in many places. He has been rushing around while injured, and the way the wounds were cleaned was incorrect. If it’s delayed any longer, there’s a risk of excessive blood loss.”

Su Cheyue’s face was dark. “How did this happen?”

Lyu Shurao lowered his head listlessly. Now that Tao Xuanxuan had exposed his injuries, the pain flared up in his heart, and he didn’t want to say a word.

“Not sure. Looks like a large number of scattered and moving sharp objects.”

“You brought medicine, right?”

Tao Xuanxuan’s tone rose slightly. “Apply medicine? Here? Are you sure?”

Su Cheyue: “What? I don’t need you to—”

“He has injuries on his legs, waist, and below the abdomen too.”

Su Cheyue: “…”

Su Cheyue: “I understand.”

He stepped closer and leaned down, reaching out. Lyu Shurao said weakly, “Don’t carry me.”

Why the sudden refusal?

“Just for a moment,” Su Cheyue said.

He was imitating his speech again.

Lyu Shurao’s eyelids grew very heavy. It was likely due to the frantic escape earlier followed by the emotional upheaval; the injuries were taking their toll. Having no strength left to resist, he let Su Cheyue pick him up. Su Cheyue said once more, “It won’t hurt after you sleep.”

He closed his eyes completely and lost consciousness.

“The Second Young Master is simply a reincarnated immortal. He lost his cultivation, his legs were ruined, and his five senses were failing, yet he could still make a comeback like this.”

“Isn’t it? On this trip out, not only did he recover his cultivation and stand up again, he even brought back a woman of peerless beauty. As expected of a true genius; the Heavens will not fail him!”

“Will the Second Young Master marry this woman officially? Then what about Master Lyu?”

“Are you stupid? Lyu Shurao is a man just like the Second Young Master. Before, it was obvious the Lyu family saw the Second Young Master had fallen and wanted to back out of the marriage but couldn’t say it clearly, so they sent Lyu Shurao to fill the spot. It was illegitimate from the start. Now that the Second Young Master is recovered, how could he endure that insult? The first thing he’ll do is definitely break the engagement with Xifeng Ferry.”

Lyu Shurao opened his eyes to hear this heated discussion.

The room he saw was not unfamiliar; he was lying in Su Cheyue’s bed, and the wounds on his body had been bandaged.

Who bandaged him?

“Really?”

“Don’t doubt it. Didn’t the Second Young Master go to find the Sect Master the moment he returned? It must be to discuss the divorce and write the letter of annulment for Lyu Shurao.”

Divorce… annulment…

Lyu Shurao pinched his aching brow.

Was it necessary? Was Su Cheyue really going that far? A fine young man like himself, who hadn’t even dated in twenty years, was going to be “divorced”? And have a letter of annulment written for him? This was a humiliation so great it couldn’t be hidden!

Was the Hatred Value still not at zero? Did he have to be so eager to humiliate him the moment he returned? And he had clearly just been kissed—for so long and so passionately that it almost made him…

Dammit. Stop thinking about it.

He kisses him and then wants to divorce him? He changes his mind faster than flipping a page; how is this different from someone who doesn’t recognize you once they’ve had their way?

…Fine. Anyway, he was leaving. He would leave and go back to his original world; no one would know he had been divorced in some long, crappy web novel. Even if he leaked it out—no, even if he announced it with a megaphone, no one would believe it.

“System, get out here.”

He waited a long while before the system replied: [Visitor, please speak.]

“When can I leave? Su Cheyue has recovered.” His voice was cold.

[Detected that the plot has progressed to the male lead’s counter-attack. The prerequisite for departure has been met. Now, the male lead’s Hatred Value needs to be verified.]

Lyu Shurao: Hurry up.

Lyu Shurao: Is the Hatred Value broadcast fixed yet? What’s the score that caused you to crash for so long? These past few dozen days, I’ve felt like an idiot trying to answer a test without the questions.

The system seemed to be single-threaded and ignored him during the verification process. Lyu Shurao got out of bed and found he could walk. He thought he might as well go and see for himself how Su Cheyue wrote the divorce letter and how he insulted him in it.

As soon as he opened the door, the disciples sent to clean the Moon-Resting Pavilion all looked at him. They still remembered how this arrogant young master had destroyed the century-old Stalactite Terrace; they exchanged glances and tried to run.

“Hey.” Lyu Shurao stopped one of them. “Where is Su Cheyue?”

“The… the Main Hall…”

Lyu Shurao: “Oh, thanks.”

He could figure it out with his toes—right now, no one in the Baoshan Sect likely welcomed him. Just as Lyu Shurao stepped out of the pavilion, he was surprised to hear a call of “A-Yao.”

Lyu Qingsong was staying in the adjacent guest courtyard. He had been waiting outside the door. Seeing Lyu Shurao in only his white inner robes with bandages crisscrossing his body, he was heartbroken. “You’re finally awake…”

“Are you stupid? Why didn’t you say you were so badly injured inside? Why did you run off alone yesterday without waiting for your father?”

Yesterday? Had it already been a day since he escaped the Stalactite Terrace?

Seeing Lyu Qingsong, Lyu Shurao couldn’t help but think of his biological father, Lyu Yizhou. Almost instinctively, he said what Lyu Yizhou would want him to say: “Father, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

“How could it not hurt!” Lyu Qingsong’s brows trembled. “Last night you were burning with fever and talking nonsense. The Second Young Master dismissed everyone to care for you personally. Even your father had to wait until you woke up…”

Nonsense? What nonsense? “What did I say?”

Lyu Qingsong was stunned, not expecting the question. He tried to remember. “Nothing much. It seemed to be things like ‘Actually, there’s no need to pick me up,’ ‘I’m not needed,’ things like that.”

“A-Yao, who doesn’t need you?”

Lyu Shurao: “…”

“Father, did you just say Su Cheyue cared for me personally?”

Lyu Qingsong nodded solemnly.

“What about… Miss Tao? Didn’t she return with the Second Young Master?”

“The Second Young Master said Miss Tao was exhausted from the journey and had people arrange for her to rest.”

Lyu Shurao nodded. “I see.” Protecting the fair maiden, I see.

Lyu Qingsong stepped forward to support him. “You just woke up, where are you going?”

Reminded, Lyu Shurao remembered—he was going to hear with his own ears exactly how Su Cheyue intended to divorce him.

He had originally planned to go alone for such an embarrassing event, but Lyu Qingsong insisted on accompanying him, treating him like the frail and elderly, carefully supporting him as they walked. He was worried Lyu Shurao couldn’t walk fast, so he deliberately slowed his pace. Lyu Shurao was forced to slow down too. In the end, it was hard to tell who was humoring whom as the white-haired man supported the dark-haired one, stumbling all the way to the Main Hall.

Outside the hall, disciples stood guard, trembling. Lyu Shurao didn’t plan to go in. With his current cultivation, he could hear Su Cheyue and Su Xun’s conversation through the walls.

“Uncle called me here just for this?” It was Su Cheyue’s voice, clear and cold. Compared to his previous low-spirited indifference, it was now more commanding and oppressive.

Su Xun said, “Uncle knows this is a small matter. You just recovered your cultivation and have many things to deal with; you shouldn’t be bothered by such trivialities. It’s just that…”

Su Cheyue said, “His business is not a small matter.”

Su Xun was choked by the words. “Indeed. Before you returned, he turned the Baoshan Sect upside down. It really isn’t a small matter… So, will you sign this divorce letter first?”

It really was about the divorce.

Su Cheyue took the paper, spread it out, and began to read aloud.

“Respectfully submitted regarding the bond of marriage: Su Cheyue and Lyu Shurao were wed last Winter Solstice. To date, it has been less than half a year. However, since the marriage, it has been truly difficult for us to live in harmony. First, he is disrespectful to elders—unfilial and unfriendly. He neglects morning and evening duties to his uncle and aunt and treats his eldest brother with coldness, ranging from dirty looks to verbal abuse. Second, he is disobedient to his husband, refusing to change despite repeated instruction; he often thinks of running away, disregarding his husband’s health, and leaving home without permission. Third, he is negligent in bedroom arts, causing discord in the marriage and making us like strangers; he is truly an unsuitable match. Now that our bond of affection is exhausted, it is not that I am heartless, but that fate has dictated it. I have no choice but to divorce him.”

Lyu Shurao: “…” Who the hell is spouting this nonsense?

“Who wrote this?”

Su Xun said, “Two days ago, Lyu Shurao caused a scene in the sect. Your aunt immediately had the sect elders draft one.”

They’re really good at pinning crimes on me!

Su Cheyue suddenly gave an unidentifiable laugh—a mix of mockery and gloom. Both Lyu Shurao outside and Su Xun inside were startled. Everyone said Su Cheyue’s personality changed after his injury. After recovering, instead of returning to that gentle and elegant “First Young Master,” it seemed to have intensified.

Lyu Shurao knew he might take a proud and “crazy” path later, but hearing him laugh like that was still a bit… hard to accept so quickly.

However, it was quite striking.

But Lyu Shurao hadn’t expected that what came next would be even more striking.

He heard him say, “I’m not sure about the filial piety, but it’s true he often thinks of running away. As for being negligent in bedroom arts…”

Lyu Shurao swallowed nervously.

“I beg to differ.”

His voice trailed off with a smile, carrying a hint of flirtation.