Chapter 502: Are You Leaving Me?

Chapter 502 Don’t You Want Me Anymore?

Wu Yue hadn't walked far when Shen Que noticed those eager onlookers attempting to approach her again.

Shen Que could tell that she was in really bad shape physically.

She had drained herself completely just to save him.

Hesitating for a second, Shen Que walked to Wu Yue's side and used his icy gaze to scare off anyone trying to get close.

Wu Yue walked ahead, and Shen Que followed half a step behind her all the way to her villa.

Noticing that Shen Que showed no sign of leaving, Wu Yue couldn't help but look at him.

At this point, he hadn’t yet been pushed to the brink. He hadn't gone to Frank and been humiliated in his struggle against Vlad, nor had he experienced the perilous situations and growth along the way. Right now, he was still the young man she had fallen for at first sight.

If not for those unfortunate events, Shen Que would have remained that untouched, spirited, and arrogantly proud, unattainable prince.

In just half a year, under extreme pressure, Shen Que had grown rapidly, but his heart remained sincere.

Shen Que noticed the change in Wu Yue's look, and his heartbeat quickened.

He knew exactly what that look meant. He understood it all too well.

In the past, whenever any woman looked at him with such an expression, he would feel nothing but annoyance. But now, when Wu Yue looked at him like that, he felt only joy.

It was the kind of delight, honor, and... overwhelming feeling of a neglected kitten finally receiving its owner's attention again.

This place had fully entered Wu Yue's personal space. He should have left after seeing her home.

But he didn't want to leave just yet. He wanted to get another look at her, so he found an excuse for himself.

With a proud expression, he said, "I came to return your weapon."

Wu Yue smirked, fully aware of Shen Que's intentions. "Alright, come with me."

She had missed him too. She craved him as he was now.

Since he was already her husband, there was no need to hold back. If she wanted him, she would just have him.

Besides, Shen Que was clearly offering himself up, begging for her attention.

Entering Wu Yue's villa, she sank onto the sofa, exhausted.

Shen Que glanced at her. "Your physical condition is very poor right now."

Wu Yue nodded. "Mhm."

Shen Que said, "How about I heal you?" The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted it—he was being too forward!

He had been too forward all along! A man who was too forward wouldn’t be valued!!

Wu Yue looked at Shen Que. "Then I’ll leave it to you."

Once spoken, words couldn’t be taken back. Shen Que could only beat himself up while healing Wu Yue.

After the treatment, Wu Yue’s complexion had indeed improved significantly.

Clearly, if he healed her every day, she would recover faster. But she just wouldn’t seek him out!

The more he thought about it, the angrier Shen Que became!

Seeing Shen Que standing there with a cold face, seething over something, Wu Yue found him really cute just like this.

Shen Que had always been like this—whether in the polar regions, after returning from the north, or later at the base. He clearly was crazy about her, yet he kept it all bottled up.

He would always look at her with that hopeful gaze, too afraid to speak before confirming her feelings, taking it passively, wanting her to take the initiative, to push their relationship forward.

Then he would play hard to get as he accepted, acting like a proud, reserved little prince.

Though she really did adore Shen Que’s direct, unwavering gaze, when it came to who wears the pants, she absolutely had the upper hand.

Shen Que clammed up, so Wu Yue had to urge him, “Weren’t you going to return my weapons?”

Wordlessly, Shen Que took out both weapons and placed them on the coffee table. “I’m leaving.”

“Wait.”

Wu Yue stood up and walked over to Shen Que. He lowered his head to look at her, his beautiful green pupils filled entirely with her reflection.

Wu Yue asked him, “What do you mean by returning these weapons to me?”

Shen Que said, “The status of our relationship isn't clear to me. I shouldn't be using your things.”

Wu Yue’s expression was inscrutable. “Is that so?”

Shen Que nodded. “Yes.”

Wu Yue lifted her head to look at him. “I asked if you still wanted to be with me, and you didn’t answer. So, are you here to break off the engagement? You don’t want to be with me anymore.”

Shen Que stumbled over his words. “It’s just… unclear.”

Wu Yue said, “Oh… so just unclear, not wanting to break it off?”

Shen Que averted his eyes and stayed silent.

Wu Yue pressed, “Not wanting to break it off, so does that mean you already like me?”

Shen Que lowered his gaze to look at her. “Not yet.”

Wu Yue, wearing her high heels from the formal dress, took a step forward. They were now very close, eyes locked, breaths mixing.

Wu Yue softened her voice. “Then will you like me someday?”

Shen Que stared intently at her, his gaze growing deeper and more intense.

Shen Que said, “I lost my memory, and you never once reached out to me.”

Wu Yue slowly reached out and touched Shen Que’s face. “Are you angry with me?”

Shen Que turned his face away to avoid her touch. “No.”

Wu Yue withdrew her hand and took a step back, putting some space between them. “In that case, you can go.”

Shen Que gritted his teeth but didn’t move.

Just as Wu Yue was about to go into her room to change, Shen Que suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Wu Yue turned to look at Shen Que’s hand—slender, pale, nearly translucent fingers encircling her wrist completely, the back of his hand with blue veins standing out from anger.

Shen Que tightened his grip, gritting his teeth, "Are you just going to write me off like this?"

Wu Yue, "As you can see, I'm in poor health right now, and I need plenty of rest."

"I sent you messages, but you've been distant. I don’t know what your attitude is now."

"You’re resistant to me, rejecting my advances. It's making me anxious too."

Shen Que, "I told you, I'm just uncertain."

Wu Yue turned and walked up to Shen Que, "Then what would make you certain?"

Shen Que averted his eyes and didn’t speak.

Wu Yue’s hand touched Shen Que’s face again, and this time he didn’t retreat.

Shen Que looked down at Wu Yue, "You should help me restore my memory."

Wu Yue, "How do you want me to help you?"

Shen Que, sullenly refused to meet her eyes, "I’ve lost my memory. I don’t know."

So he really was just being petulant and sulking with her.

Wu Yue suddenly, a smirk tugged at her lips, "Since you don’t want to use my things, then return everything I gave you—the ring I bought you, the tattoo I got for you."

"Let’s call off the engagement and end our soulmate bond. Come find me again when you’re sure about us."

As she spoke, under Shen Que’s wide-eyed stare, Wu Yue reached out, grabbed his collar, and dragged him toward the sofa.

She pushed the stunned Shen Que down onto the sofa, straddled his legs, snatched the engagement ring from his hand, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Shen Que’s breathing instantly quickened. He braced his hands on the sofa, looking up at Wu Yue, his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly.

As Wu Yue’s fingers undid the buttons, brushing against his throat and collarbone, Shen Que’s whole body flushed red.

Against his will, images of their past intimacy flashed through his mind—so fast he couldn’t grasp them.

While Shen Que was still processing, Wu Yue had already undone the buttons over his chest.

Wu Yue produced a blade and pressed it directly against the tattoo on his chest. Just as she was about to cut, Shen Que instantly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Wu Yue stopped and looked down at him.

Shen Que gazed up at Wu Yue, his breathing coming faster.

His eyes were slightly red, and he felt an unexpected hurt. "Are you ditching me?"

This wasn’t why he came. He didn’t want to separate from her. He already believed everything that had happened was real.

She saved him, they even got married. He was just upset that she ignored him, didn’t care about him, didn’t value him.

Just because he lost his memory, she was giving up on him, wasn’t she?

That’s why she kept ignoring him. That’s why she remained indifferent when he said he’d return the weapons. He’d only pulled some childish stunts, and now she was completely cutting him off.

Wu Yue looked at him, "Are you trying to manipulate me?"

Shen Que looked away, "I’m not."

Wu Yue, "Are you angry because I didn't come to Blaze to find you, aren't you?"

Shen Que raised his voice, "I'm not!"

He gave her a cold look, then just quickly looked away.

Wu Yue let out a soft chuckle, "So, you already like me, don't you?"

Shen Que wanted to push Wu Yue away and leave, but she smelled so good, and she was sitting right on him—he could barely move.

Not only did he not want to leave, he was even hoping she would do something to him.

Shen Que muttered irritably, "I don’t like you, I hate you."

He hated her. She never answered anything, always just asked him questions. If only she would say that, he would go along with everything, but she just wouldn’t say it!

Wu Yue couldn't keep pretending any longer. The way he was now—cold-faced yet anxious, reserved and well-behaved—was making her crazy for him.

She tossed the knife aside, Wu Yue hooked one arm around Shen Que’s neck while her other hand slid into his open shirt.

Wu Yue whispered, "But what can I do? You’re so adorable, I really like you."

She leaned down to kiss him, taking the kiss deeper herself.

...

A quick Q&A, an extra update beyond the regular one.

*

"Welcome, we have Miss Wu Yue and Prince Noah, for a personal Q&A session."

"First, Miss Wu Yue, what's your ideal type?"

Wu Yue, "Someone who catches my eye, makes good money, does all the housework, and is well-behaved, obedient."

Shen Que leaned in, "More like someone who's handsome with a great body, who makes good money, is strong, has great stamina, can handle work, and is reserved, aloof, tsundere, sharp-tongued, and a bit crazy."

Wu Yue pushed him away, "You're so shameless. Who describes themselves like that?"

Shen Que was smirking to himself. His wife didn’t refute him—he really is her type!

*

"Prince Noah, what's your ideal type?"

Shen Que said firmly, "Wu Yue."

Wu Yue smirked. Shen Que just leaned in to kiss his wife but was pushed away.

*

"What is the thing you’re most obsessed with about each other?"

Shen Que, "Her constant affirmation and praise for me."

Wu Yue, "His steadfast choice and preference toward me."

*

"Miss Wu Yue, if someone else showed you steadfast choice and preference, how would you react?"

Wu Yue, "None of my business. I’d reject them outright. When someone likes me one-sidedly—the fact that they like me is a burden in itself."

"What if they persistently and relentlessly pursued you?"

Wu Yue, "I'd make it clear. Cut off contact."

"Alright."

"What about Prince Noah?"

Shen Que's face darkened, "I'd kill any man who bothers Wu Yue."

"No... I meant if someone else constantly gives you validation."

Shen Que, "Don't I already know like how awesome I am? Why would I need others to tell me? After all these years living by the blade, do I really need anyone's validation?"

"...Okay." Prince Noah really has some issues.

"Prince Noah, if Miss Wu Yue hadn’t given in in the polar region, would you have gone back to just being friends?"

*

Wu Yue also turned to look, curious, eager to hear how Shen Que would answer.

Shen Que looked puzzled, "No way."

"Weren't you convinced back then that you felt like you'd been sentenced to death?"

Shen Que nodded, "Didn't I say it? I wouldn't leave her alone even as a ghost."

Wu Yue, "...Your expression back then made me think you were about to give up." Otherwise, she wouldn’t have given in.

Shen Que, "That was all Shang Baiyi's advice. He said you’re an air sign—can’t push too hard, have to pull back to move forward. Air signs are most into someone during the flirting stage or when the other person is about to break up and lose interest."

"Besides, the reason you gave—that I pushed you away and didn’t firmly choose you—wasn’t that just you being coy with me?"

"We were just having a spat. Having a spat is one thing, but don’t jump straight to breaking up."

"Anyway, even if you did, he wouldn’t agree."

Wu Yue, "Who’s having a spat with you? I’m not being coy—I’m being completely serious!"

Shen Que, "You clearly are being coy. You like me, and I hid my situation from you and almost died. You’re upset and angry with me because you care."

"If you’re angry with me, I can keep making it up to you and winning you back. You like me, and I like you—we’ll never be apart."

"Besides, we're just getting started. If Shang Baiyi’s tricks don’t work, I can ask Richard, Jian Suiyu for help."

"If none of that works, I can climb through your window, show up naked, and try to seduce you."

Wu Yue, "..." It seemed she’d caved way too early.

"Miss Wu Yue seems kinda into the idea, somehow."

Wu Yue stubbornly insisted, "If Shen Que hadn’t been injured, sick, and traveled 6,800 kilometers to the polar regions to plan such an elaborate confession, I would never have caved so easily."

"Right, right—it definitely wasn’t because you had already softened and couldn’t handle his full-court press."

"The moment he used a basic move, you flashed away; the moment he flashed, you used your ult; and when he used his ult, you even threw away your keyboard."

"Honestly, back then, you didn’t need to go all the way there. As long as he confessed, you would have..." agreed.

Shen Que laughed beside her, his white hair practically bouncing.

Wu Yue flushed with anger and cut him off, annoyed, "Next question!"

*

"The first time the two of you kissed."

Shen Que immediately replied, "My wife kissed me first."

Wu Yue, "Clearly, you were the one who gave me a hickey first!"

"Miss Wu Yue, why did you kiss him first back then?"

Wu Yue, "...We're all adults—what's the big deal about a kiss? Why does there have to be a reason for everything!"

Shen Que said firmly, "She's had the hots for me for a while. I'm so good-looking—as soon as I confessed my feelings, she immediately wanted to claim me as her own."

Wu Yue, furious, punched Shen Que twice, "Shut up! Next question!"

*

"Do you always think the other person smells really nice? What does it smell like?"

Wu Yue, "It's just a sweet, pleasant fragrance—so nice that I always want to keep smelling it, like snuggling a kitten."

Shen Que, "It's fresh, comfortable, and warm, like the feeling of home."

"That's pheromones. Only when you deeply love someone can you smell a scent others can't detect. It's your genes choosing your partner."

Shen Que said smugly, "That's exactly it. Wu Yue and I are destined to love each other."

Wu Yue waved her hand dismissively, "It's not that mystical—it's probably just perfume or shampoo…"

Shen Que, annoyed, clamped a hand over her mouth to stop her from deliberately causing trouble.

Shen Que, "I've looked into it—there’s no shampoo that smells like that! And you don’t even wear perfume! We’re just destined to be!"

*

"Last question: the one who loves you, or the one you love—which would you choose?"

Shen Que/Wu Yue, "The one I love."

Wu Yue, "I’d rather stay single forever than be with someone I don’t love. Just the thought of it feels suffocating."

Shen Que, "I only love my wife. It’s either a lifetime with her or a lifetime alone."

"Mm-hmm, hehe."

Gradually showing the smitten, dreamy smile of someone totally lovesick.

"Thank you, Miss Wu Yue and Prince Noah, for your cooperation. We look forward to seeing you both again next time."