Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

Soon it was time for her to meet her first guest, which was after dinner and early the next morning.

She would dance and play music to accompany the guest as long as the guest did not leave. Only the first guest would be treated in this way.

Hua Niang stood at the door and motioned to her, as if asking if she was ready.

She nodded slightly, and the door opened.

She walked in wearing bright and gorgeous clothes, and there was a tempting fragrance floating in the air. The man's eyes stayed on her face from the moment she came in, with expectation and eagerness.

She seemed to be prepared to face the crazy and lustful expression in her heart, but when she raised her head and met the man's gaze, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyebrows.

It was him.

"Master Xiang, Miss Qingwu is here." Hua Niang at the door gestured to Xiang Heng.

Xiang Heng, who was standing still, bowed his head and said politely, "Ms. Qing...Qingwu."

At this time, Hua Niang had already closed the door and left, and Xiang Heng's expression and actions were unable to conceal his panic.

"Um... Miss Qingwu, please take a seat." Xiang Heng pointed to the seat opposite him.

She nodded and sat down together.

"Miss Qingwu, do you still remember me?"

She pursed her lips, drawing a perfect arc, "Of course, on the corridor that day."

"Yes." Perhaps because she remembered, Xiang Heng was very happy.

"I passed by Miss Qingwu that day, but unfortunately, I didn't find any trace of her until yesterday..." Xiang Heng looked into her eyes, dodging, nervous, but mostly shy.

"Mr. Xiang has been looking for me? Why?" She picked up the teapot and filled his empty cup with tea, as well as her own.

"Because...I..." Xiang Heng stuttered and didn't know the reason.

"I just want to see Miss Qingwu."

She was stunned. The man seemed to be in his early thirties, handsome and talented. According to Hua Niang, he was also a government official. He was willing to pay a huge price just to meet her. Could he be a handsome young man from a wealthy family?

"Mr. Xiang, do you want to listen to the music or watch the dance first?"

"Everything is fine...as long as Miss Qingwu is fine." Xiang Heng may not have recovered from meeting her yet.

"Okay." She moved to the guqin.

Qing Yu raised her hand and started playing music, subconsciously paying attention to the man's condition. Compared with that day, the man had gotten rid of his anxiety, but was more expectant, and... couldn't take his eyes off her face.

Until the piano music ends.

"Haha." She chuckled softly.

Only then did Xiang Heng come back to his senses from his immersed thoughts.

"It seems that Mr. Xiang just needs to look at me."

Xiang Heng hurriedly explained, "No... No... I listened carefully to Miss Qingwu's performance. The music was soft and beautiful, but it had its own calmness and tenacity, just like... that day."

"Hehehe." She stood up, and her pleasant and seductive laughter echoed in the house.

"Is there any difference between today and that day?" She deliberately shortened the distance between herself and Xiang Heng. The fragrance emanating from her body surrounded his body, but she could not touch him.

Xiang Heng avoided her gaze out of shyness, a faint blush on his cheeks, "Yes... I can see it more clearly today, and it's more beautiful."

"Do you like it?"

Perhaps it was because of her too delicate and husky voice that Xiang Heng mustered up the courage to look back and meet her watery eyes.

"I like it." At this moment Xiang Heng seemed to be unable to feel his own breathing, as if his heart was attracted by her.

"That Mr. Xiang wants to continue watching the dance."

"All is good, everything is good to Miss Qingwu." Xiang Heng repeated again.

After hesitating, she smiled, closed the distance between them, sat down opposite him again, and rested her chin on her fingers.

"But I think Mr. Xiang needs something more right now." She had retracted her previous beauty and returned to her previous firmness and composure.

"What... do you need?" Xiang Heng was puzzled.

She sipped the tea on the table and asked, "Why doesn't Mr. Xiang drink?"

"Ah? I... don't really like drinking, so..."

But she remembered that he drank a lot that day.

"Explain it." She answered the question slowly.

"Understand my doubts?" Xiang Heng repeated.

"Master Xiang has been troubled since that day, right?" She turned her gaze from the teacup to Xiang Heng's handsome face.

Xiang Heng was stunned, not because she raised this question, but because she seemed to see through his thoughts at a glance.

"Miss Qingwu is right." He admitted.

"Since Young Master Xiang has spent a huge price, it is natural that Young Master Xiang will get what he wants, and get a state of mind that others cannot give him."

Xiang Heng thought about her words seriously, but when he understood the meaning of her words he quickly denied it.

"No, I am willing to meet Miss Qingwu. If I can get the 'state of mind' that Miss Qingwu frankly mentioned, I... look forward to it even more."

"Haha, Master Xiang is really good at talking. If Master Xiang wishes, Qing Wu is willing to listen."

But Xiang Heng was hesitant to speak, perhaps he didn't know where to start, or perhaps he was worried about something else.

"It's okay, Mr. Xiang. If you don't want us..."

"I want to." Xiang Heng hurriedly stopped him.

"I'm afraid the girl will laugh at me. I'm a businessman, traveling far and wide, pursuing freedom, but my father yearns for fame and fortune, and he's unwilling to let the hard work of generations in our family end here."

Xiang Heng's few simple words revealed his unwillingness and hidden difficulties.

She lowered her eyes in thought, searching for herself, the fact that he could pay such a high price showed that he had a wise mind.

"Master Xiang wants to give up?"

"I tried but couldn't adapt to that kind of life. I had some plans before I met Miss Qingwu, but there is something in Miss Qingwu's eyes that I yearn for, so I won't give up."

"Huh? What?"

"firm."

"But Mr. Xiang doesn't know how to weigh it. He is wavering, but unwilling to give up."

"Yes."

"In my opinion, Mr. Xiang already has the answer in his mind."

Her flashing pupils seemed to be filled with power at this moment.

"The answer? But I don't know..." Xiang Heng didn't seem to understand.

She turned to the fruits and cakes on the table, "Does Mr. Xiang like sweets?"

Xiang Heng shook his head slightly, apologetically, "I don't like it very much."

Seeing this, she reached out and took two different pastries and placed them in her palm.

"Mr. Xiang, choose one and eat it." This was not a question, but a gentle command.

Xiang Heng was puzzled, "But..."

He couldn't bear to look at her raised hands, and after hesitating, he chose a piece and took a bite.

"Doesn't Mr. Xiang dislike it?" she asked.

Xiang Heng hesitated, "Yes, but..."

"But that was given to Mr. Xiang by me. If you don't choose it, I'm worried that I won't be happy." She added to his thoughts.

"Yes." Xiang Heng admitted again.

"Isn't this exactly Mr. Xiang's situation? Trapped between two choices." She put the pastry in her hand on the table and gestured to him.

"Miss Qingwu, do you mean that I have more than two choices?"

She supported her chin with her left hand, poured the tea onto the table, dipped her index finger in the tea, and drew two circles on the table.

"This is what your family gave you, and this is what you gave to yourself. If you can't give one of them up, maybe there is a third one." She drew another circle between the two circles.

"I yearn for freedom, but freedom is not only about the body, but also about the heart."