Chapter 11: Chapter 10

Yun Buhui shuddered, her eyes narrowing dangerously before she regained her composure and offered a soft smile. "Young Master Cheng, what are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb when you know exactly what I mean." Cheng Youtian let out a cold snort. He stood with his hands behind his back amidst the snowstorm, tall, noble, and radiating a restrained dominance. "I never expected that after all my years of traveling the world, I would misjudge a little girl like you."

Yun Buhui knew well that there was no need to beat around the bush when speaking to a clever man; any excuse would only be self-humiliating. She simply spread her hands. "An eagle that has hunted chicks its whole life may one day have its eyes pecked by one. You aren't the only person in the world to have misjudged someone, Young Master Cheng; there is no need to take it to heart."

His gaze darkened, his smile as cold as winter. Yun Buhui remained indifferent, standing beneath the plum tree with a brilliant grace, showing not a shred of fear. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, and a flicker of displeasure crossed Yun Buhui’s eyes.

"Yun Buhui, I suddenly regret calling off the engagement," Cheng Youtian said. His sharp, cold eyes shot out a gaze like a hunter spotting prey. He thought to himself that if he were to marry this woman, life would surely be very interesting.

A chill ran through Yun Buhui’s heart, but she maintained a faint smile on her face. "Regret won't change anything. Young Master Cheng, Cousin Yanran is peerless in both talent and beauty, and you are a hero without equal. You are a match made in heaven; once you marry her, you will realize that calling off our engagement was the best thing you ever did."

Cheng Youtian snorted coldly. "Yun Buhui, it seems I underestimated you. You never wanted this marriage in the first place, so I suppose I did you a favor."

"You speak too heavily. Marriage between a man and a woman should not be forced, as a twisted melon is never sweet. Since you were unwilling, it was only natural for me to grant your wish."

Her chin suddenly throbbed with pain. Cheng Youtian had stepped forward, clamping his hand onto her delicate chin and forcing her to look up at him. The young girl’s brows were knit in anger, a flush of indignation rising on her cheeks as she spoke through the cold snow, "Cheng Youtian, this is the Lou residence. If you want to marry Lou Yanran, you had best not provoke me."

Cheng Youtian smiled with keen interest. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her firmly toward him. Forced to collide with his chest, she was held tightly in his embrace. A strong, masculine scent washed over her, lingering at the tip of her nose. Furious and unable to break free, she arched her brows, shedding her indifference to become as sharp as a blade. "Let go!"

"Yun Buhui, do you think that by provoking you, I won't be able to marry Lou Yanran?" Cheng Youtian said coldly. He suddenly shoved her backward. Her body slammed into the plum tree, sending petals and snow scattering. As the plum blossoms swirled, bits of ice and snow landed on them and in their hair. The snow quickly melted into icy water on her face, trickling coldly into her dress. Yun Buhui shrank her neck and raised her hand to strike.

Cheng Youtian caught her wrist and twisted it, and catching her off guard, he lowered his head to capture her lips and tongue...