Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 9
Chapter 9
◎ The Seventh Prince Wants to Kidnap Someone! ◎
The bustle of people outside went unnoticed by Jiang Yao as she held the notebook in her hand, eagerly showing it to Song Muyun. However, her calm demeanor had changed; now she was both reading and scolding at the same time.
“Who wrote this? It’s rubbish. How can the male lead treat the female lead this way and she still likes him?”
“Is the female lead blind? You can’t accept this kind of treatment in the future. If a man bullies and insults you, you should never develop feelings for him.”
Jiang Yao emphasized.
Song Muyun didn’t understand why Jiang Yao kept talking about this. If there was anyone who had bullied and insulted her, it was only Murong Qing. Was Jiang Yao worried that Song Muyun would develop feelings for Murong Qing?
Why would she be worried? Could it be that Jiang Yao… likes Murong Qing?
Song Muyun gently bit her lower lip. If she admitted that she couldn’t measure up to Murong Qing, then the gap between Jiang Yao and Murong Qing was insurmountable. How could someone like Murong Qing, a pseudo-gentleman, be deserving of her?
Jiang Yao had mentioned Murong Qing several times, asking if Song Muyun might have feelings for him. Perhaps she was afraid that Song Muyun might develop feelings for him. But if Jiang Yao didn’t like Murong Qing, why would she fear that Song Muyun might?
Song Muyun found herself at a dead end, lightly biting her lip. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Murong Qing was not worthy of such an elegant, kind, and gentle woman.
Jiang Yao playfully poked her snow-white face. “What’s wrong with you? What are you thinking about?”
It couldn’t be Murong Qing, could it?
“That wouldn’t be good.”
Song Muyun’s train of thought was interrupted when she felt a poke, causing her beautiful eyes to still appear dazed.
“Miss Jiang, I don’t think I would like a man like that.”
Regardless of whether Jiang Yao liked Murong Qing or not, she felt the need to express her position so that Miss Jiang wouldn’t think she was trying to compete with her.
Song Muyun remained serious, which made Jiang Yao suddenly relax. She reached up to rub the little fairy’s fluffy head, showing a hint of indulgence as she said, “Good girl.”
The little fairy was momentarily stunned, tilting her head slightly without uttering a word, her ears turning slightly red.
Unconsciously, it was already noon. Jiang Yao stood up from the rocking chair, stretched her stiff limbs, and offered her hand to help Song Muyun up as well, saying, “I’ll order some food. You wait here for me.”
“What would Miss Jiang like to eat? I can order it for you.”
Song Muyun followed gently, but Jiang Yao shook her head in refusal. “No need. Just stay here and wait for me.”
She walked out and casually waved a waiter over to take her order. Observing the waiter eagerly nodding and hurrying off to the kitchen, she felt quite satisfied before returning to her room.
But just as she reached the door, she noticed that her reserved room was wide open. Inside, the sound of a man’s sneering voice could be heard. “Miss Song is quite something. First, she got involved with this prince, and now she’s with someone else. Once inside the pleasure quarter, she seems to forget her place as a respectable woman. Could it be that Sir Song taught you these shameless behaviors?”
Jiang Yao rolled her eyes to the sky. She was about to step in and give Murong Qing, whom she had brought here, a piece of her mind, when she heard a crisp sound.
She was stunned, fearing that Murong Qing had dared to lay a hand on Song Muyun. Hastily stepping in, she saw Murong Qing covering half his face, staring incredulously at Song Muyun.
Suddenly, she felt relieved.
Her voice startled the two. Murong Qing, unable to believe what had happened, was the first to confront her, “How dare you hit me? Do you realize the crime of assaulting a prince?”
Song Muyun ignored him, instead focusing her gaze on Jiang Yao, her eyes showing a hint of grievance.
Jiang Yao looked at Murong Qing with some annoyance. He was quite a good actor, one way outside and another inside Moonrise Pavilion. The speed of changing faces was truly astonishing.
Ugh, forget it. She couldn’t be bothered.
Jiang Yao raised her hand, beckoning to Song Muyun, looking relaxed and comfortable.
Song Muyun immediately ran over in small steps, standing by her side, looking at her with watery eyes, seeming somewhat bullied, causing Jiang Yao to feel a pang of distress.
Murong Qing angrily pointed at Jiang Yao, “Why are you here too?”
Jiang Yao casually held Song Muyun’s hand, walking over to sit at the table, “If you can come, why can’t I? Speak up, what’s going on?”
She asked, but her eyes were on Song Muyun.
Song Muyun pursed her lips and whispered, “He insulted me and my father.”
Murong Qing’s face turned grim. He looked at Jiang Yao, “Can’t you see it was this wretch who hit me first?!”
Jiang Yao frowned slightly. What’s wrong with the author of this story? Always picking the male lead. How could someone who speaks so foully be the male lead?
She was somewhat displeased inside.
Lazily opening her mouth, “But it seems like you were the first one not speaking politely, weren’t you?”
Murong Qing: ???
What was Jiang Yao saying?
“Jiang Yao, have you gone mad?”
She actually said he wasn’t speaking politely, was Jiang Yao crazy???
Jiang Yao poured herself a cup of tea, glancing at Murong Qing with a strained expression, “Seventh Prince, I haven’t asked yet. This is the room I booked. Why are you here?”
Murong Qing’s face changed color multiple times. He didn’t touch Song Muyun yesterday. He specifically came prepared with instruments today, but unexpectedly, someone else had already laid claim to Song Muyun.
The Song family offended his father, how could someone dare to lay claim to Song Muyun? Didn’t they fear angering his father?
Yesterday, he had endured Song Muyun’s displeasure. Today, someone dared to snatch her away, making Murong Qing rush over to see who dared to be so bold!
But he never expected it to be Jiang Yao again.
Yesterday, she tried to take her away from him, and today, she’s doing it again.
Murong Qing had an inexplicable sense of foreboding. Was he going to run into Jiang Yao every time?
He forcefully suppressed his speculation, looking at Jiang Yao with a cold face, “This prince heard that someone audaciously laid claim to the daughter of a convicted official, so I came to take a look.”
Jiang Yao leaned against the table, propping up her face with one hand, tilting her head to look at Murong Qing, “Are you talking about yourself? You’ve been coming to Moonrise Pavilion for Song Muyun every day, not me. This is the first time I’ve asked for her. Don’t smear others.”
Murong Qing was left speechless, his face becoming even more unsightly. He could only skip over that sentence, and with a bit of suppressed anger, he asked, “Has Miss Jiang also set her sights on Song Muyun?”
Song Muyun was sitting on the side, lowering her head, looking somewhat obedient.
Jiang Yao responded casually, “I find her service comfortable. What about it?”
“In Moonrise Pavilion, other girls’ services aren’t inferior to Song Muyun’s. Do you have to compete with this prince?”
As a prince, women he took interest in were usually not contested by others. This was how it had always been. Yet here came Jiang Yao.
“I haven’t taken interest in other girls, just her. May the Seventh Prince please be generous.”
She was annoyed with Murong Qing, really shameless. She arrived first and was the first to choose Song Muyun. What was Murong Qing howling about?
Murong Qing couldn’t comprehend, “Girls usually pick boys here. Why do you have to pick a girl?”
Jiang Yao replied lazily, “I want to. Why are you concerned? Hurry, leave. Don’t stand here and block me from having lunch.”
Her tone wasn’t particularly friendly, making Murong Qing’s expression darken. However, he didn’t want to tear his face apart with her. Thinking it over, he turned and left, finally allowing the dishes he had blocked outside to be brought in.
Jiang Yao patted Song Muyun’s snow-white and delicate hand, “Let’s eat. Don’t mind him. He’s affecting my appetite. Here, try this vinegar fish.”
She appeared to be indifferent towards Murong Qing. It didn’t seem like she was fond of him…
Song Muyun contemplated while looking at the vinegar fish in the jade bowl. For a moment, she felt that Jiang Yao treated her better than she treated Murong Qing.