Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 201

Nalan Jingwen turned around, his expression cold and stern, and strode in, not sparing a glance at the person at the door.

Just as the two were about to pass each other, a cool but strong hand grabbed her wrist. Nalan Jingwen quickly twisted her wrist, firmly imprisoning his hand, while her other hand used her arm to hold his neck, forcing him against the door, making a banging sound.

Xue Qingheng remained indifferent, calmly watching her, seemingly with no intention of resisting.

"What do you want to do?"

Nalan Jingwen's eyes reddened, but his gaze held a fierce glint, causing Xue Qingheng to frown slightly. He parted his thin lips and asked, "Is Your Highness blaming me?"

His words were nonsensical. Anyone would be angry if treated like that. If Nalan Jingwen hadn't been unable to defeat him, she would have killed him without hesitation.

The disgust in Nalan Jingwen's eyes was extremely obvious, like a needle pricking Xue Qingheng, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Master Xue is joking. How could I possibly blame you? I still need to keep my life."

She now cherishes her life and has something to worry about, so she dares not carelessly throw her life away.

Nalan Jingwen's sarcastic tone made Xue Qingheng frown even more. The aloof immortal was now tainted with the air of the mortal world, and a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

“I can explain it to you.”

"I don't want to hear it."

Nalan Jingwen abruptly released his hold on him, walked into the room without looking back, his voice cold and icy.

"I would appreciate it if you, Grand Preceptor Xue, would stay away from me, or I might not be able to resist killing you."

Xue Qingheng watched her retreating figure, his eyes darkening slightly.

Nalan Jingwen entered the room and saw Changsheng leaning against the table, her forehead covered with fine sweat, her breath weak. When she heard the sound, she only lazily raised her eyes to glance at her before closing them again.

"He'll wake up soon, let's take him home."

Nalan Jing noticed that something was wrong with her and frowned slightly. "You..."

Chang Sheng's voice lacked its usual crispness and cunning, instead carrying a hint of dullness and weariness. She forced a smile and asked, "What's wrong? Worried about me?"

Nalan Jingwen remained silent, looking at the person sleeping peacefully on the bed. He seemed to be in no different condition, but Changsheng looked to be in very poor condition.

Chang Sheng, slightly out of breath with his chest barely rising and falling, said, "Don't worry, I won't die until I get what I want."

"After all, evil deeds last for a thousand years, don't they?"

Nalan Jingwen glanced at her indifferently, then bent down and gently embraced Liu Qishan, saying, "You do have some self-awareness."

Chang Sheng chuckled softly, offering no rebuttal, as if mocking herself. This prompted Nalan Jingwen to glance at her before immediately looking away.

No longer paying attention to others, he took the person in his arms and returned to his own courtyard.

She stayed by Liu Qishan's bedside for as long as he slept, until the moon rose high in the sky, its cool, silvery light spilling into the courtyard. Inside the house, only the sound of burning candles and their intertwined breaths filled the air, peaceful and serene, as if they had returned to that time when they were the only two people in the wooden cabin in the woods, together and by each other's side.

Liu Qishan's dark eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings. Nalan Jingwen gripped his hand tighter, almost stopping her breathing.

"Qishan?"

Liu Qishan slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were somewhat unfocused, then gradually focused, as if he was not used to it and was slightly dazed.

Feeling the pressure in his hand, he slowly turned his head, and when he saw the face he had longed for, a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

“...Awen.”

He raised his hand, as if to touch her face, but his fingertips stopped half a finger's distance away from her, trembling.

Nalan Jingwen grabbed his hand and placed it on her face. When he touched her warm cheek, Liu Qishan's dark pupils dilated and trembled slightly, her eyes filled with glistening tears, and her lips parted slightly, but she could not utter a sound.

Nalan Jingwen knew what he wanted to say, so she squeezed his hand tighter and said softly, "You've worked hard, Qishan."

Liu Qishan gently shook his head, and crystal tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, disappearing into the pillow and spreading a dark color.

He looked at her familiar face, every part of it was familiar to him. The face he had painted in countless dark and lonely nights had become an obsession in his heart. Even though everything he did and thought was for the person in front of him, when that face really appeared before him again, he almost burst into tears and couldn't help but choke up.

I don't know when, but my vision has become blurry and I can't see clearly anymore.

Nalan Jingwen reached out to wipe away his tears, held him in his arms, and placed a gentle, comforting kiss on his hair.

Liu Qishan looked up at the face so close to his, not daring to blink, afraid that it was just an illusion that would vanish in an instant.

Nalan Jingwen hugged her tighter, as if she wanted to merge him into her own bones and blood, to become one with her completely.

"I'm here, don't be afraid."

All the unease and emptiness vanished and were filled at that moment; the heart, which had been wandering aimlessly, suddenly found a home.

Liu Qishan's fingertips trembled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck, as if only in this way could he prove that everything was true.

He had been waiting for this moment for far too long.

It is said that if a person has a wish, Heaven will surely grant it.

His Awen did not lie to him.

"does it worth?"

Nalan Jing asked.

"Is it really worth hurting yourself like this for me?"

Liu Qishan stepped out of her arms and stared straight at her. His eyes were brighter, yet as gentle as ever, filled only with her.

How does Awen define whether something is worthwhile or not?

Nalan Jingwen met his gaze, her eyes filled with heartache.

"It is not worth it to throw yourself into an abyss for an unknown outcome."

Liu Qishan smiled, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, captivating all who beheld it.

He gently shook his head. "But in Qishan's view, doing nothing after your death and continuing to live your original life, a life as calm as stagnant water, is the real torture."

“There is never a question of whether it is worth it or not, only whether one is willing or not. Liu Qishan is Nalan Jingwen’s husband, so he is willing and has no regrets.”

He doesn't consider the consequences and acts on his whims so he won't regret it later.

Back then, he was just an ordinary farm boy whose life was planned out from birth. He was told what he should and shouldn't do, like a puppet with his mind imprisoned, never having his own thoughts.

But after meeting his Ah Wen, she told him that men could also have a great life, that men could live without depending on women, taught him to read and write, and taught him about the dangers of the world.

Although he was shocked at first, he didn't have the courage to resist until the very end, when he finally decided to live for himself.

The price of gaining courage was the loss of a loved one.

Therefore, for him, Nalan Jingwen was everything.

He couldn't do it alone without her.

"Qishan failed to meet Awen's expectations of me because she lacked the courage to do it alone, but Qishan has no regrets."

Even if he fails, he will only die once. In the underworld, by the Bridge of Helplessness, he will accompany her one last time.