112: Crazy Prince Forced Love 7

Su Yao walked back home in a daze, but when she reached a certain spot, she suddenly froze.

She stood at the street corner, staring intently at the luxurious carriage not far away.

Xiao Jin was helping Wen Ci into the carriage, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a rare treasure.

He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, causing Wen Ci to cover her mouth and chuckle, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

That was a tenderness Su Yao had never seen before.

In her previous life, Xiao Jin had indeed been extremely possessive of her, not allowing her to go out, not allowing her to speak to others, and not even allowing her to glance at others.

But back then, his eyes were always dark and suppressed; he had never looked at her with such warm and soft eyes.

Never.

But now, he treated Wen Ci… with such doting indulgence?

Why?

Why could Wen Ci freely enter and exit the Prince’s Estate, walk hand-in-hand with him on the street, and smile so brightly?

While she, Su Yao, once the high and mighty legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister, was now reduced to a state where even the servants in the estate dared to treat her with cold disdain!

“Miss…” The maid cautiously tugged at her sleeve, “Let’s go back. The Master is still waiting for you…”

Su Yao clenched her handkerchief tightly, her nails almost digging into her palm.

She was unwilling!

The person who should be standing beside Xiao Jin was her!

But reality had slapped her hard in the face; she had been so ignorant as to personally push away that powerful man and turn to embrace a liar!

Now, the Su family was in decline, her father was suppressed by political rivals in court, and the estate could barely afford to pay next month’s wages.

If it were before, a simple coaxing from her, and a single word from Xiao Jin would solve everything.

But now…

It was as difficult as ascending to heaven just to meet him!

*

The moment Su Yao stepped through the estate gate, a loud slap landed on her face!

“Slap!”

Madam Su was trembling with anger, pointing at her and scolding, “You unfilial child! You insisted on rejecting the Regent’s marriage back then, even threatening to die! Now look! Our family can barely make ends meet, are you satisfied?!”

Su Yao covered her face, tears instantly welling up: “Mother…”

“Don’t call me Mother!” Madam Su said with red eyes, “Do you know that because of you, your father is being ostracized everywhere in court? Do you know that because of you, our Su family’s gate is now cold and deserted?!”

Su Yao trembled all over, large tears streaming down her face.

Of course she knew.

Ever since she broke off the engagement, although Xiao Jin hadn’t openly suppressed the Su family, which of those opportunistic officials in court didn’t act according to the Regent’s mood?

Once, the Su family was infinitely glorious, but now they could barely maintain even the most basic dignity.

But at that time, she really hadn’t expected it to turn out this way. She thought that even without the Regent, their Su family would continue to rise, and she wouldn’t need to deal with such a madman at all.

But now, it seemed Xiao Jin wasn’t the madman; she seemed to have become the madman.

“I… I’ll go beg him…” Su Yao choked out, “I’ll go beg the Prince…”

“Beg?” Madam Su sneered, “Do you think he’ll still see you? His eyes are only on that Miss Wen now! You dared to publicly slap his face for a poor scholar back then, what face do you have to beg him now?!”

Su Yao felt as if she had been struck by lightning, collapsing to the ground.

Yes…

How had she treated Xiao Jin back then?

She had publicly humiliated him, calling him a “madman” and a “possessive freak,” and even almost splashed tea on his face.

At that time, she hated him so much, hated him for imprisoning her freedom in her previous life.

But now, she only felt absurdity.

An absurdity that was somewhat laughable.

She regretted it so much that she wished she could go back in time and slap her foolish past self awake!

*

Wen Ci found that her husband-taming plan had begun to take effect.

Because recently, Xiao Jin seemed to be becoming more and more “amenable.”

For example, when she deliberately praised a guard in front of him.

“Ah Wu’s skills are really good.”

Xiao Jin’s face instantly darkened, but before he could react, she blinked innocently and said, “But compared to the Prince, he’s still far behind.”

Xiao Jin: “…”

He snorted, and surprisingly, he didn’t say anything about “punishing” her or anything similar.

Another example: one time she genuinely accidentally knocked over his inkstone in the study, and ink splattered all over him.

Xiao Jin frowned, and before he could say anything, he saw Wen Ci’s eyes redden, and she mumbled softly, “The Prince is scolding me…”

Xiao Jin: “…”

“This Prince is not scolding you.” His low, magnetic voice unconsciously softened a lot.

Wen Ci secretly chuckled, thinking that Xiao Jin indeed responded better to softness than to hardness.

If she acted weak and coquettish, he would willingly indulge her.

So, she decided to add more fuel to the fire.

That night, she huddled in the corner of the bed, hugging the quilt and not letting him touch her, pouting aggrievedly, “The Prince bit me yesterday, you’re not allowed to touch me tonight.”

Xiao Jin’s eyes darkened, and he reached out to pull her: “This Prince will be gentler this time.”

She dodged, huffing, “I don’t believe you. The Prince always breaks his promises.”

Xiao Jin took a deep breath, then suddenly pulled her into his arms, gritting his teeth and saying, “…Alright, then this Prince won’t touch you tonight.”

Wen Ci raised an eyebrow, this was truly rare, “Really?”

Xiao Jin closed his eyes, his voice hoarse: “…Really.”

But he didn’t sleep all night, his eyes on her as if he wanted to devour her alive.

Wen Ci was the first person to enter his heart.

Who wouldn’t like such a lively young woman who said she liked him?

It was the first time he felt the soft warmth of family, and also the first time he felt the joyful flutter in his heart.

All of these were given to him by Wen Ci.

Every time she actively approached him, his heart pounded, and it also made him feel very interesting and vibrant.

He liked her more and more.

Wen Ci didn’t know what Xiao Jin was thinking, but she vaguely sensed that he was constantly watching her. She turned over, facing away from him, and secretly curved her lips.

It seemed this great task of taming her husband was progressing very smoothly.

However, as soon as she turned over, the man pulled her back to face him.

Wen Ci: “…”

*

Su Yao was currently curled up in the corner of her boudoir, her eyes hollow.

Her life was completely ruined.

Lin Xiuyuan was a liar, Xiao Jin didn’t want her, and the Su family was almost finished…

She suddenly grabbed the bronze mirror from her dressing table and smashed it fiercely onto the floor!

“Bang!”

The mirror shattered, reflecting her distorted face.

“Wen Ci… It’s all because of you…” she murmured to herself, her eyes gradually becoming deranged, “If it weren’t for you, why would Xiao Jin not want me?!”

She could no longer bear it, could no longer bear even a tiny bit of happiness that she could imagine others enjoying at this moment.

Even a tiny bit drove her mad with jealousy.

“Miss, you didn’t eat much tonight. This servant has warmed some porridge for you. Please eat a little to regain your strength.”

Xiao Cui, her personal maid, spoke from outside the door.

So many maids didn’t want to bother with her anymore; only Xiao Cui still stayed with her.

Su Yao couldn’t help but burst into tears.

How could she have been so down and out in her previous life? Back then, countless servants revolved around her, afraid they hadn’t served her well enough.

Now, she was actually so shabby!