Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter Chapter 312

Chapter 312 Xuetong's Sadness in the Night

This marriage contract was really laughable!

She was the only one who had formed the contract, but she did not know who was reeling the line in on the other side. Yet, she was the one locked in the prison that was the contract. Whether she would be released or not depended entirely on someone's decision!

“Nanny Ming, you all can leave. If He Xia wants to tell me about Xiuning Workshop, it can wait.” Mo Xuetong said hoarsely. She forced down the pain she felt in her heart and looked up.

She felt weak all over and there were all sorts of emotions in her heart. She could not tell whether her heart hurt, whether she was sad, hopeless, or helpless. That sense of weakness surged up in her heart like a wave and the coldness drowned her. Her mind was blank and she did not know what she was going to do in the future.

“Miss, Madam was afraid that you would be hurt if you found out. That's why she kept it from you. It is not that she does not love you. Madam… it was hard for her too!” Nanny Ming said, looking at Mo Xuetong worriedly.

“You all can leave.” Mo Xuetong waved her hand weakly. She just wanted to have some peace and be quiet now.

Nanny Ming and the other maids looked at each other when they saw how pale Mo Xuetong was and how cold and distant her eyes were. They all saw the worry in each other's eyes.

Everyone could only leave. Mo Lan helped Mo Xuetong to shut the windows.

Mo Xuetong curled up in the corner and sat down wrapping her arms around her knees. A blanket laid haphazardly by her feet. The candles in the room were all extinguished. She looked at the dark sky outside the window. Her heart felt out of place and she felt as if the blood in her body had become solid. Coldness spread throughout her on the cold Spring night.

However, all of this could not beat the coldness she felt in her heart. It was as if there were a large hole in her heart. No matter what she believed or supported, it was all meaningless.

She remembered the woman who used to call her name gently, “Tong'er, Tong'er”. The voice seemed to grow closer and closer. There was a hint of sickness and weakness in her gentle voice. However, the face that appeared to love Mo Xuetong deeply was highly blurry. It was as if that place had been frozen shut. It was shut to light and shadow.

What followed was a tearing and piercing pain!

The pain grew even more intense!

She covered her lips with her hand and vomited blood without any warning. The bright red blood appeared before her eyes, the light from the window shone on it. The calmness and composure Mo Xuetong had broken. Her beautiful eyes settled on the red puddle and cold tears slid down her cheeks and onto her bloody hands and white skirt. They looked like blossoming red plum blossoms.

But to Mo Xuetong, it looked like flames glowing in the air. The fire that rushed up into the skies burned the infatuation she once hand and the last of her life. It also burned the anticipation she once had…

In that life, she just wanted to marry a husband who loved her. She had only wanted to live a calm and peaceful life. However, the oath that her mother had made Nanny Ming swear came into play. She had watched as the young life in her arms grew cold. His adorable eyes never opened again. That pain had broken all rational thoughts within her.

She had lit the fire personally and it had engulfed everything. She was so hopeless that she could only watch as the two wicked people died along with her. Yet, she was the only one who had died. She remembered how they mocked and laughed her and how they watched as she struggled in pain in the flames. She had howled in pain…

She swore that she would drag the two wicked ones into the depths of hell. She was willing to swear it on her soul. She wanted revenge for her mother, for her child, for herself. At the end of her life, she hated the fact that she was too weak, too trusting. In this life, she was going to throw the two into hell so that they could have a taste of the agony she once felt.

In the days that followed, there had always been a burning pain in her chest. It hurt as it burnt. She knew that that was hatred. That hatred was so great, and she had shoved it down in the bottom of her chest firmly.

After she had been given a second chance in life, she had never expected that no matter in her past life or this life, her beloved mother would be the one who had lied to her the most. Her mother, whom she had sworn to protect. Her mother, whose death she wanted to avenge…

How could she stand it!

She could not help the tears that slid down her cheeks in the dark. She hugged her knees to herself in the corner, but she still felt the pain and the cold. The pain and cold came from within her bones and her body shook slightly. She had to bite down hard on her lips to press down the pain and coldness that surged up from within her heart.

She felt as if she were submerged completely in icy cold water. Her consciousness felt that it had been battered by the ice, and she lost all control…

At this moment, she would rather be ignorant. It would not be that bad if she were to descend into hell like this forever!

“Tong'er, Tong'er, what's the matter?” She had almost lost all senses in her haze of pain. She was suddenly enveloped in a warm embrace. She could hear a familiar voice that sounded anxious. The lazy voice was filled with anxiety and anger. Someone shook her violently.

Mo Xuetong tried hard to open her eyes. She looked through a grey lifeless fog and saw an extremely handsome face.

“Tong'er, Tong'er!” Feng Yuran reached into his shirt and took out a jade bottle when he saw that something was not right with her. He flicked the bottle open and took out a pill from within before throwing the bottle to the side. He forced her mouth open and fed her the medicine. A cool liquid slid down her throat and wisps of energy flooded into her limbs and meridians. She regained a little clarity in her eyes.

However, her eyes were still confused and she looked at the handsome and concerned face in front of her.

“Go! I don't want to see you!” Mo Xuetong suddenly said coldly. She pushed his hand away and lifted her blankets stubbornly despite the dizziness that overcame her.

“I'll keep you company!” Feng Yuran reached out to hold her face in his hands, wiping her tears away carefully. He frowned and Mo Xuetong felt a lump in her throat when she saw his clear eyes. She desired the gentleness in her past life and wanted it now as well. But she did not deserve it. She did not deserve such happiness!

“I don't need your company, go!” Mo Xuetong pushed him away again. She pursed her lips tightly. There was not a hint of a smile on her face, and there was a cold, distant look on it. “King Xuan, Your Highness, we do not have any relationship at all. It is inappropriate for you to be in my room now.”

“What's the matter? Did Bai Yihao make you angry?” Feng Yuran looked at her and asked gently. He reached out to tuck a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. Mo Xuetong wanted to turn away to avoid him but he reached out to hold her chin. She could only bite her lips stubbornly while she looked at him.

“No!” She said gloomily. She reached out, wanting to push him away, but he grabbed hold of her hand. He saw the blood on her hand then.

Feng Yuran's expression changed. A blood-thirsty look appeared in his dark eyes. He grabbed her hand and asked, “What's the matter? Tell me!”

“I'm fine.” Mo Xuetong said coldly. She did not know what to say at that moment. She could only avoid his hand and turn her head away from him.

“If you don't tell me, I will not hesitate to carry you over to your father and ask him about it.” Feng Yuran suddenly stood up. He was very domineering when he stood and he carried Mo Xuetong's lithe figure in his arms and turned to leave the room.

“Don't go, don't go!” Mo Xuetong grew anxious when she saw that he was really going to leave the room. She reached out to hold his head and twisted her body hurriedly, wanting to escape his hug. However, his strong arms hugged her tightly and her struggles were futile. He ignored her and took large steps toward the outside.

It was very late at night. She was an unmarried young lady in thin clothes being carried in his arms. If he were to cause such trouble in the manor, she would be embarrassed! In her past life, she had ended up in that miserable and tragic state because her reputation had been ruined.

The pain she buried in her heart broke through her rationality. Mo Xuetong started to sob loudly, almost losing control of herself. She hit him forcefully and said, “Don't go. Don't go!” She did not know where she got the strength from but she opened her mouth and bit down on his chest. She was really forceful as if she wanted to bite down on all the hatred and pain she felt.

Feng Yuran's chest hurt and he could not help tensing up. He looked down at the confused eyes that were filled with tears. He was afraid that her teeth might hurt and he slowly relaxed and allowed her to bite him. He turned around to put her back on the bed. He watched as she shivered uncontrollably and stiffly. The pain on his chest reminded him of how forceful she was.

She only relaxed slightly when the taste of iron filled her mouth.

“Tong'er, be good. Stop biting. Be careful, you might hurt your teeth.” His affectionate voice rang by her ear. There was familiar laziness to his tone along with gentleness. There was even a hint of teasing laughter in his voice.

“Who loves her so! Such sweetness and gentleness!”

Mo Xuetong looked up confusedly at the handsome young man in front of her. There was still a layer of fog in her eyes and tears slowly rolled down from them. They dripped onto his chest and onto the traces of blood on it.

“Tong'er, don't worry. No matter who it is, no one can control you because you are about to become my wife, my consort. I will not make you so sad in the future.” Feng Yuran said with a gentle laugh. He reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes and kissed her softly on her forehead. He was as gentle as water.

She looked at his serious and gentle face. She could see his determination. He was so proud, and there was no need for him to put in so much effort to coax a girl. There was a hint of warmth in Mo Xuetong's eyes. She bit her lips lightly and looked up with her tear-filled eyes. There were a thousand and one different emotions that she felt and she did not know where to start from.

“Is it about your marriage contract?” Feng Yuran looked into her eyes and said seriously.

Mo Xuetong's eyes widened in surprise.

“Don't be afraid. Your father told me about it. He said that it was not serious and that we don't have to take it seriously if they do not come to marry you before you turn 15.” Feng Yuran said softly. He ignored the shocked expression on her face and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “I don't care who the person is, but I will not allow the person to appear and ruin our marriage. I will not have you suffer unnecessarily, even if that person is Bai Yihao.”

His tone was very ordinary and there was boundless affection for her in his eyes. It was as if he were talking about something extremely ordinary. She could not help but be touched in her dazedness. She wrapped her arms around his waist subconsciously. She felt an immense fear for Bai Yihao. Was he someone that they could defeat?

That fear made her unable to recall how Feng Yuran found out about the matter.

“That person is really scary.” She could not help saying. She did not manage to finish her sentence before she bit her lips shut. She could not hurt Feng Yuran. In her past life, while the two had not fought straight up, Feng Yuran had been on the lands of the Southern barbarians when Bai Yihao became the Yan Emperor. She did not even know whether Feng Yuran was dead or alive then.

“Is Tong'er going to give him what he wants easily and allow him to marry you if he wants or throw you away if he doesn't want to marry you because you are afraid of him?” Feng Yuran's gaze was so clear it looked like a clear stream under the sun. Yet, it was also as dark as an ancient well. He smiled lazily and laid her down on the bed. He helped her to pull up the blankets and patted her back.

Mo Xuetong stopped sobbing. How was that possible? She had been given a second chance at life. She was not going to be someone's pawn. She could not lose, for herself and for those around her. In her past life, she had lost completely. How could she give up just like this in this life?

“Don't worry, Tong'er. The paper that has the marriage contract written on it will not appear. Bai Yihao will not ask for your hand. No one will know about this contract.” Feng Yuran's handsome face was elegant and calm. His eyes glittered and he laughed freely. One could not see any trace of burden on him at all.

He looked confident with his slight smile.

This, for some reason, made Mo Xuetong relax. This life was different from her previous one. She was no longer alone. There was someone willing to protect her. Even though he knew the marriage contract between her and Bai Yihao, he would not give her up. It was as if the pain she had felt the entire night abated slowly.

So what she cared about was not just her mother's lies but also the marriage contract!

The marriage contract weighed heavily on her heart and almost robbed her of her wits. For that one moment, she had fallen apart! She did not know how she was going to proceed from now on. The marriage contract that had not existed in her past life had now become a sword hung above her head. She just wanted to avoid everyone at that moment.

“Let me see, your hand is injured. Don't do that next time. Tell me if there's something wrong. What do you need to be afraid of with me around?” Feng Yuran took a handkerchief lying by the side and helped her to clean the blood on her hands. After that, he kissed her palm lightly. There was a sharp wound there and one could tell that Mo Xuetong had gouged the flesh with her nails.

“Cut your nails next time. They are so long. Aren't you afraid of scratching yourself.” Feng Yuran muttered with dissatisfaction. It was like a feather trailing gently over Mo Xuetong's heart. Mo Xuetong could not help but reach out to touch his handsome face. He looked up in shock and then smiled sweetly.

Mo Xuetong suddenly realized what she was doing and whipped her hand back. A blush appeared on her cheeks!

She had been so daring to touch a man's face!

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