Chapter 467: A Distance Unapproached for Ten Years
Su Yu got up and sat beside She, naturally pulling her into his arms to sit down, then habitually ruffled her hair with one hand, while placing the other on her swollen belly.
Han Jing knew that Su Yu had a habit of ruffling her hair, so when she was in a good mood, she wouldn’t put her hair up, just loosely tied it with a silk ribbon in the back. When she was in a bad mood, she’d stick in a couple of golden hairpins so Su Yu had nowhere to start.
"It’ll be fine, with me here, nothing will happen." Su Yu knew that if Han Qingjue found out he got married, she would definitely come running, so he deliberately placed Lan Ling by Han Jing’s side, as a precaution against Han Qingjue.
However, as much as he disregarded Han Qingjue, he had known her for so many years, he knew she was a proud and confident person. As long as she saw Han Jing’s face, she would absolutely have no designs on Han Jing. Because in her eyes, Han Jing was not at all worthy of being her opponent.
So he wasn’t too worried about Han Qingjue causing trouble, what he truly worried about were the people from Lingyou Hall.
Although his marriage had nothing to do with Lingyou Hall at all, it wasn’t impossible that they would take an interest in his wife. Ever since that woman married the Hall Master of Lingyou Hall, Lingyou Hall and Spirit Flame Sect had become mortal enemies, locked in a life-and-death struggle.
During this time, he had been very cautious, instructing others to closely monitor the situation in Hanjing City, immediately reporting to him if any Spirit Cultivators were spotted.
However, nothing unusual had been discovered.
Han Jing laughed and reached out to scratch Su Yu’s face a few times: "Do you think I should scratch your face too, so you don’t have to worry about charming everyone out there all the time!"
Su Yu...
"Alright." Although it wasn’t that he liked attracting attention, but rather the attention liked him, if it was this face causing trouble, then so be it.
However...
Su Yu asked very seriously, "If you scratched my face, what if you ran away?"
"Puhaha!" Han Jing laughed as she leaned into Su Yu’s arms, struggling for breath, "Don’t worry, I won’t despise you. However, for the sake of pleasing the eye, I won’t scratch you! But if you ever wrong me, I’ll scratch up your face first, then leave you!"
"That day will never come." Su Yu was very sure, there definitely would be no such day.
Han Jing hugged Su Yu’s neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek as a reward: "I trust you!"
She believed that in his heart, there was only her, and she believed that she was worthy of being the only one in his heart.
Love is a mutual possession and trust, believing in him as he believes in her, not just a one-sided affair.
It was a truth she understood after falling in love with him.
And at that moment, neither of them noticed Han Qingjue’s trembling figure outside the window.
Han Qingjue stood trembling, barely able to stand, completely blank; she couldn’t think, couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing. She couldn’t even feel that she was alive at that moment.
What had she seen?
The Su Yunpeng, who had always had a fastidious nature and avoided women like the plague, was actually holding that woman, ruffling her hair, and even indulgently letting her touch his face, hold his neck, kiss him. They were so close, a distance she’d fantasized about for ten years and had never once approached.