Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife

Chapter 639: Yue’er, Forgive Your Master...

Long Yue carefully put away the small bundle Duanmu Nan gave her, even if it meant getting drenched by the rain, she wanted to protect the small bundle.

Duanmu Nan watched her adorable appearance, his gaze growing deeper.

"Master, what exactly is your martial art practice? Why is it so strong? Even the rain doesn’t touch you?"

Long Yue felt particularly miserable, drenched by the rain like a soaked hen, while her master remained untouched. Her curiosity was instantly piqued.

Duanmu Nan just smiled faintly and said, "Just the Inner Strength of Bailing Valley."

"What kind of Inner Strength? It’s so powerful?"

Long Yue’s big eyes rolled with curiosity and liveliness. Looking at her, there was a moment when Duanmu Nan wanted to escape far away with her.

But, he knew it was impossible.

Not to mention his identity as a disciple of Bailing Valley, would Yue’er be willing?

If she were willing, he wouldn’t be in such pain.

His whole body suddenly dimmed as Duanmu Nan withdrew his Inner Strength, and immediately, the surrounding rain poured down on him, soaking him instantly.

"Master!" Long Yue hurriedly stepped forward to shield him with her umbrella, looking at him with concern, "Master, what’s wrong with you..."

Long Yue’s voice came to a sudden stop, her beautiful eyes widened with extreme astonishment!

She looked at the handsome face so close at hand, her mind nearly stopped thinking!

Her master... actually kissed her?

Her whole body felt as if struck by lightning, so rigid that she couldn’t move, and even her breath halted!

She didn’t know how she should react?

"Snap!"

The oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground, and Long Yue stared blankly at the man opposite her. For a moment, she felt that her master had become strange!

"Yue’er, I’m sorry! I can’t treat you just as a disciple! But I know that between us, there won’t be any result... Farewell, Yue’er, forgive your master..."

His voice was low and haunting, seemingly able to captivate the soul. By the time Long Yue came to her senses, his figure had disappeared into the heavy rain!

Long Yue looked at the already empty alleyway, feeling a wave of confusion. She slowly turned and walked step by step back to the Cao Mansion.

Yue’er, I’m sorry, forgive your master...

The haunting voice echoed in her mind, and Long Yue felt a slight headache.

Why would Master say such things?

What hidden meaning did his words have?

Was it that sudden kiss?

No, it wasn’t. This alone wouldn’t make him so cautiously apologize to her, so what could it be?

She did not know that at the time Duanmu Nan had seen Li Qingmu’s corpse, he had clearly noticed that Li Qingmu was in a "fake death" state caused by a secret medicine from Beiliang.

At that time Duanmu Nan could have detoxified it, but he didn’t!

Because he knew someone wanted to take Li Qingmu away, otherwise, they wouldn’t have used such a "fake death" medicine, but direct poison instead.

Because of this momentary thought, it caused a separation between the couple. His apology was about this matter.

But Long Yue would not know this.

Perhaps, she never would?

"Oh dear, Yue’er, what’s wrong? Did something happen?"

At the Cao Mansion, seeing Long Yue return like a drenched chicken, Cao Ling was first startled and quickly asked.

Long Yue looked a bit disoriented, her eyes still dazed. She glanced at Cao Ling and walked towards her own courtyard.

"Big brother!"

Cao Ling felt a rush of urgency, sensing something was wrong with Long Yue, but since she didn’t answer her question, she hurried to call Cao Yin over.

Cao Yin rushed over to Long Yue and saw her sitting dazedly in the hall, not even changing her wet clothes.

"Girl, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare grandpa!"

Cao Yin waved a hand in front of Long Yue, and she finally reacted, "Grandpa, I’m okay, don’t worry."

"Oh, this is what you call okay? You went out fine but came back like this? What happened? Little Yue’er, say something!"

Long Yue: "Master is leaving... I don’t know where he is going..."

"Ah!"

Cao Yin was first taken aback, then sighed with relief. So that’s all it was?

"Little Yue’er, in this world, no banquet lasts forever. It’s normal for your master to leave for other places! You should see him off! Look at yourself, you’re all messy! Go wash up to avoid catching a cold!"

Long Yue nodded blankly.

Cao Yin comforted Long Yue a bit more before ordering someone to heat water so she could wash up.

After washing, Long Yue climbed into bed, curling up in a thin quilt, staring dazedly out the window.

Grandpa asked her to see Master off, but can she still do that?

He’s probably already gone by now?

"Yue’er, forgive your master..."

Once again, Duanmu Nan’s words before leaving echoed in her mind. Long Yue frowned slightly, wondering what exactly Master wanted to say to her?

Why ask for forgiveness?

Could he be hiding something from her?

"No, I have to find out!"

Long Yue suddenly sat up from bed and rushed out, not even bothering to put on shoes.

"Ah—"

At that moment, you’er was bringing some pastries for Long Yue, but upon seeing her rushing out, dropped the pastries and followed.

Fearing for her safety.

By now, the sky had gradually darkened, the thunderstorm was subsiding, and the ground was wet, but the air was especially fresh.

Lights lit up on the streets, with more pedestrians appearing, going in and out of shops, occasionally vendors shouting sales.

Raindrops occasionally fell from branches and eaves, with some people still holding umbrellas as they walked.

Long Yue sprinted all the way to Duanmu Nan’s residence.

However, despite her frantic knocking, there was no response from inside.

"Master, Master! It’s me, are you there?"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The door was knocked resoundingly, even disturbing a neighboring elderly man who came out with a trembling cane, saying: "Little girl, the couple living here just left!"

Long Yue was stunned, looking at the old man.

"Ah, they left with an old man, about my... haha, age, with white hair all over!"

The old man chuckled and slowly walked back.

Long Yue stared blankly at the elderly man walking away, then glanced at the tightly locked courtyard door behind her, feeling utterly exhausted and slumped to the ground.

"Ah, ah—"

you’er appeared from the side to help support her gently.

Long Yue silently looked at you’er, whose eyes were full of concern, and she smiled slightly: "I’m okay."

"Ah!"

"Let’s go back!"

"Ah!"

Long Yue left with you’er, and not far away, a figure in white watched them absentmindedly, murmuring: "Yue’er, I’m sorry..."