239: Chapter 239 He Cried

Chen Shanzhi had been a bit too heavy-handed with those few slaps.

Ouyang Wanqing never expected that this rogue would actually dare to strike her in broad daylight, right inside the study of the Prime Ministers Mansion.

Even a clay statue has a temper.

In her daily life at the Prime Ministers Mansion, she was the high and mighty Young Miss, and in the illusion world, she was the mistress who wielded power over the winds and clouds.

When had she ever suffered the indignity of being hit in public?

At this, Ouyang Wanqing's temper flared up.

"You… you really hit me?"

Ouyang Wanqing bit her red lips, her eyes reddening, and that unyielding, stubborn streak surged up instantly.

She gritted her teeth sharply and, without any warning, threw herself backward like a falling meteorite.

This impact was heavy, like a cannonball fired from its chamber, smashing straight into Chen Shanzhi's midsection!

How could Chen Shanzhi have expected that this woman would dare to use such violent resistance?

"Bang!" A heavy sound of flesh colliding echoed.

"Hiss—"

That indescribable pain, shooting straight to his crown, nearly made his tears fall on the spot.

This impact nearly caused his True Qi to dissipate, and he sucked in a cold breath from the pain.

"Fine, fine, fine… you woman, if I don't beat you for three days, you think you can tear down the roof tiles, right?"

Having caught his breath, the fierce light in Chen Shanzhi's eyes grew intense.

His chauvinistic, overbearing attitude was completely ignited to its peak by her collision.

He immediately slapped back.

"Will you admit you're wrong?"

"I won't back down!"

Two people, stubborn to the extreme, were now completely locked in a standoff right there in the study.

Unfortunately, although Ouyang Wanqing had achieved a Breakthrough to the Twelve Mysterious Apertures.

A woman's physical strength and stamina simply could not compare to a freak like Chen Shanzhi.

"Wuwu… you're bullying me… Chen Shanzhi, you're a bastard…"

Large, crystalline tears flowed down her body, dripping continuously onto the cold red sandalwood desk, then falling onto the carpet.

That delicate, tear-stained appearance, with her shoulders trembling, was truly enough to make anyone who saw it feel boundless pity.

Yet at this moment, Chen Shanzhi was still in a rage, his chauvinism severely provoked.

Ouyang Wanqing's violent collision earlier had made him feel that his dignity as a husband had been greatly scorned.

He completely failed to notice Ouyang Wanqing's reaction of grievance, as she was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Until Chen Shanzhi lowered his head and, from the corner of his eye, saw the large tears dripping from the edge of the cold red sandalwood desk onto the floor.

Those crystalline tears were like a heavy hammer, instantly smashing him awake from that violent possessiveness.

Chen Shanzhi shuddered.

He finally woke as if from a dream; the fierce light in his eyes faded away in an instant, replaced by aching regret.

"Wanqing…" Chen Shanzhi called out in his heart, somewhat flustered.

He dared not use force anymore, leaning in gently, his body pressing softly against her smooth, warm back.

Chen Shanzhi bent his waist, stretched out his long arms, and pulled the sobbing, delicate body into his embrace from behind, rubbing his face against her damp neck, his heart aching.

But Ouyang Wanqing just buried her head deeply into her arms, trembling all over, gasping for air.

She let the tears of grievance continue to fall onto the floor, having made up her mind not to pay him any more heed.

Watching his most beloved woman reduced to such a state by his own bullying.

At this moment, listening to the suppressed and aggrieved sobbing in his ears, Chen Shanzhi recalled the decades of tenderness they had shared in the illusion world, and a surge of indescribable sorrow suddenly welled up in his heart.

"I'm sorry… it's my fault as your husband…"

Chen Shanzhi muttered to himself in self-reproach, a sense of desolation welling up in his heart.

With a "pfft" sound, Chen Shanzhi, a tough man who had always been stoic, felt his nose tingle, and large tears of regret and heartache uncontrollably streamed from his eyes!

Those scalding tears slid down his eye sockets, pattering onto Ouyang Wanqing's smooth, delicate back.

Then, following her graceful curves, they slid down slowly, completely fusing with the tears she had dropped onto the carpet.

Their tears mingled in this quiet study, under the gentle sunlight outside the window.

They dripped and flowed quietly, silently witnessing this pair of man and woman, who had struggled bitterly through two lifetimes of Inner Demon Tribulation, yet remained deeply bound to each other.

At this moment, deep within their hearts, it was the most real and irreplaceable tenderness.