Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 272 - 249 The Shattered Teacup

Chapter 272: Chapter 249: The Shattered Teacup

Chapter 272 -249: The Shattered Teacup

After a round of even and rapid patting, Rong Zhi’s taut body finally began to relax.

This technique required not only speed but also even strength, without the slightest deviation in force. Even though Guan Canghai had astonishing martial prowess, controlling it also brought a thin sheen of sweat to his forehead. He had barely breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Chu Yu’s footsteps at the bedroom door, and it was then that he became aware of the current situation.

What to do?

Guan Canghai’s brows furrowed slightly, while Rong Zhi managed to half-turn his body with a slight upturn of his lips. Even at this critical juncture, both of them remained calm, not showing any hint of panic.

Although Guan Canghai was confident he could escape through the window before Chu Yu took another step into the room, at this moment Rong Zhi hadn’t recovered his strength, and his face was unaltered. If he were to leave him behind, it was very likely that their year-long switcheroo would be immediately spotted by Chu Yu.

However, it would be quite inconvenient to take Rong Zhi with him. The window was already a tight fit for one, and with an additional person, there would surely be delays. By then, neither would be able to leave, and Chu Yu would catch them red-handed.

If he called out to Chu Yu to stop her from entering at this moment, he would indeed prevent her from seeing Rong Zhi, but that might only arouse her suspicion…

Although he considered all this, for Guan Canghai, it was just a fleeting, lightning-quick thought. By then, Rong Zhi had already made a move. Sensing what he intended to do, Guan Canghai immediately understood and acted in concert.

As Chu Yu reached the bedroom door, the sounds that had drawn her there suddenly stopped. Although she had great confidence in Guan Canghai’s abilities and didn’t think he was in any danger, the strange noises nevertheless filled her with worry, leaving her no choice but to step in hastily.

Entering the bedroom, Chu Yu’s gaze swept across the room, and she couldn’t help but freeze at the sight.

The bedroom was simply furnished, with just a bed and a wardrobe. The most conspicuous item, the bed, now held two people. One lay with disheveled hair, his clothes widely parted, revealing a face closed in eyes and beaded with glistening sweat—it was Guan Canghai, the very man she had come to find. The other person was lying on Guan Canghai’s chest, with most of their body obscured by his, and their shoulders and head, including their face, were covered with a thin quilt. All Chu Yu could see were scattered strands of black hair…

Confronted with this scene, Chu Yu stared, stunned, for a full ten seconds until a soft moan came from beneath the quilt, startling her from her stupor. She quickly apologized and stepped back outside the door.

Retreating from the bedroom to the main house, Chu Yu didn’t stop until she was outside the mansion’s main entrance, where she finally slowed down. She raised her hand to touch her face, feeling it burning hot as fire, her heart pounding wildly.

Had she just witnessed that sort of scene…? There was still sweat on Guan Canghai’s forehead…

Could the strange sound she had heard before… be the sound of that sort of thing?

No, surely that sort of thing wouldn’t be so rapid…

Then again, Guan Canghai is a martial artist, perhaps martial artists have stronger speed and power…

But that’s not right, martial arts aren’t for that purpose, are they?

…

After a series of jumbled, chaotic thoughts, Chu Yu finally regained her composure, followed by a wave of confusion: In the year she had known Guan Canghai, she had hardly ever seen him with women. Why all of a sudden today…

Then she had another thought and let it go: It wasn’t necessary for others to display what happens in their bedrooms in front of her, was it?

Though she said this to herself, Chu Yu felt somewhat uncomfortable: she had been shocked at first by the scene, but now, realizing Guan Canghai had a life of his own, she felt as if something that belonged to her was being stolen away.

Ever since getting to know each other and all through their interactions, Guan Canghai, who had always spoken freely to her…

With this thought, Chu Yu immediately broke into a cold sweat: Surely, she wasn’t being so fanciful? Not able to have Rong Zhi, she switched to his brother, and it had only been just over a year!

No, she had to nip this in the bud.

Chu Yu clenched her teeth in secret, telling herself she could not fall for the same thing again. Besides, now that Guan Canghai had his own someone, even if she liked him, she firmly resolved not to be a homewrecker.

This was a matter of principle.

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Just when Chu Yu was deep in thought, she suddenly felt a pat on her shoulder and instinctively turned around, only to see “Guan Canghai,” which startled her into hastily retreating.

Rong Zhi’s hand was still suspended in mid-air when he heard Chu Yu retreating as if she had seen a ghost, and he couldn’t help but feel puzzled. He secretly wondered if there was any flaw in his disguise today. Although there were few flaws in dressing up as Guan Canghai, there was also a downside; his eyes were covered, preventing him from directly scrutinizing Chu Yu’s thoughts.

Chu Yu looked at “Guan Canghai,” but the scene she had just witnessed flashed through her mind again, causing her cheeks to heat up. She took a deep breath to calm her emotions before remembering that she had come to offer a solemn apology for the incident of the day before.

Noticing that Chu Yu seemed on the verge of zoning out again, Rong Zhi cleared his throat and, in a changed voice, said, “Would you like to come in and sit down?”

Chu Yu nodded subconsciously, then suddenly remembered the person in Guan Canghai’s arms from before and said, “That… might be inconvenient… The person inside…” Shouldn’t there still be someone else in the room? Was it really okay to invite her in like this?

Since Chu Yu herself was not clear about the identity of the person she hadn’t even seen the face of, she referred to them as that so-and-so.

Rong Zhi said indifferently, “You needn’t worry about that person.” By now, they should have already left through the window.

Due to a discrepancy in their understanding, although both were speaking about the same incident, they were referring to different people. Chu Yu could never have imagined that the very so-and-so from the real Guan Canghai’s arms was standing before her with a different face.

Once seated inside, Chu Yu’s gaze kept darting toward the bedroom, fearful that someone might come out, even though “Guan Canghai” seemed very composed. However, she felt quite awkward.

After waiting for a while without that so-and-so showing up, Chu Yu felt a bit more at ease and focused on first apologizing for letting Guan Canghai walk away yesterday, then she mentioned Wang Yizhi’s invitation to her.

At that moment, Rong Zhi was picking up a teacup, but upon hearing her words, his wrist froze midair.

It was not just the motion that stopped; his thoughts, breathing, even his blood flow seemed to pause for a moment.

After a while, Rong Zhi slowly set down the teacup without letting go of it and asked softly, “Do you, want to go with him?”

Chu Yu nodded and said, “To be honest, I’m quite tempted. After all, Huan Yuan and the others have almost left, and I don’t have many ties left here. I can leave anytime with Amman, and traveling with him seems quite appealing.” Looking expectantly at Rong Zhi, she added, “I came today to ask for your opinion… What do you think?”

What did he think…?

Rong Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then he picked up the teacup again, barely wetting his lips, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, “You shouldn’t be asking me. Your future should be decided by you yourself.”

Wang Yizhi…

Rong Zhi hardly doubted that if Chu Yu left with Wang Yizhi, he might never get many chances to see her again; she would become like Wang Yizhi, an unrestrained wind.

Yet, at that moment, in that situation, he found he had no grounds to stop her.

Chu Yu smiled and said, “But I’m not quite sure about it myself. Besides, you’re my friend. Of course, I want to hear what you think.”

Realizing she might not get any advice from Guan Canghai, Chu Yu’s enthusiasm waned, and she soon took her leave, leaving Rong Zhi alone with the teacup in hand.

Only after Chu Yu had gone far did Rong Zhi put down the cup, his fingers slowly withdrawing. The fine white porcelain rim glowed with a warm luster, and the tea inside was clear and jade-like.

He turned and walked away, leaving only the teacup standing in the center of the desk.

The morning sunlight shifted slowly, a bright and clear beam entering the room, shining upon the teacup. Suddenly, there was a “crash,” and with the pleasant sound of clinking, the teacup shattered into pieces. The tea, with no vessel to hold it, flowed out from between the shards and sleek edges, reaching the edge of the table and dripping onto the floor in sparkling streams.