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

Chapter 166

Nalan Jingwen nodded, took his hand, and said to the two of them, "Someone will come to rescue your daughter soon."

Before they could answer, he took Jinse's hand and left without looking back.

Throughout the journey, Jinse did not utter a single word. Her head drooped slightly, her expression somewhat dazed, her eyes were already red and swollen, and her face was pale and bloodless.

Nalan Jingwen felt a pang of heartache seeing his haggard appearance.

Halfway there, Jinse suddenly stopped and looked at Nalan Jingwen.

His voice was hoarse, and his hair was slightly disheveled by the wind, making him look even more haggard.

"Do they not love me because I am a man, or because they do not love me as a person?"

Nalan Jingwen frowned slightly, his heart heavy.

"I cannot give you an answer to that."

Neither of them can be saved.

So this question is meaningless, but Jinse still asked it anyway, because he still felt unwilling.

Nalan Jingwen raised her hand to brush away the stray strands of hair that had been blown across his forehead and asked softly, "Are you reluctant to part with them?"

Jinse shook her head and, for the first time, took the initiative to hug Nalan Jingwen, embedding herself in her embrace as if seeking a safe and warm harbor for herself.

“I have no regrets. They gave birth to me and then sold me into a brothel. I have already paid back all my debts.”

He has suffered so much and endured so much hardship; he has already paid back what he owed them.

"Then do you hate them?"

Jinse shook her head again and tightened her grip on her arm.

"I don't hate you."

"It's just resentment."

When he was first sold into the brothel, he was often hungry and cold, and he was beaten and kicked whenever he did not please the madam. He hated it then.

He hated them for selling him. They were all their children, so why were they so biased?

As time went on, and I witnessed countless partings and deaths, the coldness and warmth of human relationships, I became numb to even the deepest pain and hatred.

Now all that's left is resentment.

But just now, all those resentments vanished completely with that one sentence: "I don't love you."

They never loved him, not even a little bit. They never thought of him once in all these years, while he was trapped in it all these years, unable to break free. From beginning to end, it was he who never let himself go.

Everyone else has already started a new life, but he is still living in the past and holding onto resentment.

When they pressed their fingerprints without hesitation, it made his years of resentment seem like nothing more than a joke.

Nalan Jingwen hugged him and gently patted his back, her voice unusually tender.

"Don't be too attached to your parents' love; it's just a one-life connection."

Once this life is over, nothing will remain.

The body in her arms suddenly paused, then stepped out of her embrace and looked up at her slightly.

"The prince said, could this servant be the person they are talking about, someone with shallow ties to their family?"

He looked at her, his tone tinged with self-mockery.

Nalan Jingwen was taken aback, his face darkened, and he raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

"You are not someone with little family ties; you still have me, the King."

Those with weak ties to their relatives are destined to walk a long road alone, so long that they will spend their entire lives alone.

They all say that having shallow ties with relatives is a blessing, and the goal is to ensure that neither party owes the other anything.

But he clearly still has her; he won't be alone, she will always be by his side.

Jinse suddenly laughed and threw herself into her arms again. This time, the smile was no longer bitter, but rather one of relief.

"I am not someone who has little connection with my family. I hope there will be a next life. Even if I suffer the same hardships and tribulations, as long as I can meet Your Highness again, it will all be worth it."

Nalan Jingwen disagreed with him, saying, "I can't bear to see you suffer anymore, so in the next life, I will definitely find you first."

Jinse didn't speak, but she nodded.

He didn't want to be even with Nalan Jingwen; if possible, they wanted to be entangled together for all eternity.

What started as self-deprecation has now turned into seriousness.

He no longer clung to things that did not belong to him, whether they were people, objects, or even love.

……

As soon as Nalan Jingwen arrived at the foot of the post station, he saw a large crowd of people gathered downstairs. The guards kept trying to drive them away, but no matter what they did, people continued to gather downstairs.

Nalan Jingwen walked over, then suddenly realized something was wrong and looked up.

Who else could the man in red sitting by the window be but Chen Yi?

His fair thighs were propped up against the window, his expression bewildered and lost, his head tilted as if he were thinking about something. Every move he made was captivating, no wonder so many people ignored the soldiers' attempts to drive them away and were eager to catch a glimpse of him.

Her face darkened, and she immediately pulled Jinse upstairs.

Jinse knew she was going to find Chenyi, so she took the things from her hands.

"Your Highness, please go ahead. I will wait for you in the room."

Nalan Jingwen nodded, then leaned down and gave him a light, fleeting kiss on the lips.

"I will be back soon, you should rest."

Jinse nodded obediently, "I will wait for you."

Seeing his insistence, Nalan Jingwen said nothing more and went to Chenyi's room.

A group of servants stood at the door, looking anxious. When they saw Nalan Jing coming over, they quickly came to greet him.

"Your Highness, this young master has locked the door; we can't get in at all."

Nalan Jingwen waved his hand, telling them to leave. Just as he was about to kick the door open, it was suddenly opened, revealing Chen Yi's devilishly handsome face.

"Ah Wen, is that you? Have you come?"

He reached out and groped around, continuing to walk towards her.

Nalan Jingwen lowered his eyes. He was still barefoot on the floor, his thighs almost exposed, the red and white of his skin exuding an indescribable and fatal allure.

The servant behind him wisely turned his back. Nalan Jing frowned and, seeing that he was about to trip, stepped forward to catch him.

She picked him up and carried him into the room, his snow-white legs swaying back and forth.

Nalan Jing, without glancing to the side, asked, "Why aren't you wearing shoes again?"

The voice was neither loud nor soft, but rather calm, making it difficult to discern whether the person was angry or not.

Chenyi didn't answer the question. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Nalan Jingwen's neck, leaned forward, and kissed her lips.

Nalan Jingwen's pupils contracted slightly, he turned his head away to avoid it, and then threw the person onto the bed.

She touched her lips; his unique scent still lingered there, rich, deadly, and addictive.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes? Didn't I tell you that going barefoot can easily lead to injury?"

She pulled his legs over and helped him put on his shoes, but Chenyi kicked them off and sent them flying far away.

"I do not like."

He swung his legs back and forth in front of Nalan Jingwen, so much so that he could see Nalan Jingwen in a single glance.

Nalan Jingwen rubbed his temples and pressed down on his leg.

"Then why aren't you wearing pants? Didn't you promise me you'd only show them to me?"

"I forgot……"

Excuse.

Nalan Jingwen saw right through him.