Reincarnation: My Possessive Beast Husband

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: The Candles in the Ancestral Hall Go Out
 

“Stop right there for me!” Chu Yuxiao’s voice darkened and chilled from behind.

Su Yan did not pause her steps even for a moment.

He wanted her to stop, and she would just stop?

Who did he think he was!

“Nan Zhao Su Yan! Can you not understand my words?”

Chu Yuxiao took a brisk step forward and grabbed her wrist.

“Ah—It hurts—Let go!”

Unexpectedly, he had grasped her right wrist, which was fractured.

Seeing her face turn pale instantaneously, a flicker of regret flashed through Chu Yuxiao’s eyes as he roughly let go of her hand.

“Someone go fetch the doctor!”

“No need! Marquis, please do as you please, I can handle my own matters!”

Su Yan interrupted him and walked away without turning back.

What she hated the most was people who would slap you and then offer a candy!

Her wrist was crushed by him, and she would never let him heal her, even if it cost her life.

Besides, she was a doctor herself. A mere fracture didn’t even phase her.

This time, Chu Yuxiao did not stop her.

Watching her determined departure, he squinted his eyes slightly, a hint of chill flashing through his narrow eyes.

He realized that ever since Nan Zhao Su Yan had arrived, his emotional fluctuations seemed to have increased.

He, who always kept his emotions hidden, when did he start showing anger…

He didn’t like this feeling, the feeling of his emotions being influenced by someone else…

………..

The night wind stirred the trees in the courtyard, creating a rustling sound.

Inside the spirit hall, Ping’er accompanied Cuixing’s mother, burning paper money in the brazier, when a gust of cold wind blew and extinguished the candles.

Both were startled. Cuixing’s mother mustered her courage and said,

“I’ll go relight the candles.”

“Auntie, take your time. Don’t trip.”

“Okay.” Cuixing’s mother fumbled her way outside, planning to fetch the flint from the neighboring room.

The moment she left, a white shadow darted into the room.

Ping’er suddenly smelled a faint scent of jasmine flowers and fainted.

A ghastly pale hand, with long golden nails, reached for Ping’er’s neck. Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed.