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Sensing Murong Ze's gaze, Su Qingyu didn't seem to see it, and kept checking whether Chen'er's body was injured.

"Don't worry, Chen'er is fine, and I have to thank His Royal Highness Luo Wang."

Murong Heng looked at Murong Ze with a calm expression on his face, as if there was no suspicion.

Su Qingyu looked at Murong Ze with slightly stiff eyes, and said to him in a cold voice: "Thank you, my lord, for saving my son."

Murong Ze felt a pain in his heart, do they really want to be so alienated?

Sighing helplessly, Murong Ze could only turn around and leave desolately.

On the way back, the whole procession seemed to be heavier than at the funeral.

Some people are happy and some are sad, some people are glad that they bet on the right treasure, and some people lament Murongze's tolerance.

Su Qingyu dragged Chen'er to walk behind Murong Heng, but she couldn't help but look at the tall and straight figure in front of her.

Just as Murong Heng turned his head, he saw Su Qingyu's gaze on Murong Ze's body. Although there was no change on his face, as if he didn't know it, his hands were clenched tightly, and his veins were bulging.

After all, she still can't forget Murong Ze!

Jealousy spread endlessly in Murong Heng's heart, like poison, filling his heart little by little.

After returning to Prince Jin's Mansion, after dinner, Chen'er was so exhausted that she fell asleep in Su Qingyu's arms.

Murong Heng looked at Su Qingyu's light makeup, the tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes made him want to reach out and touch her, and he took action.

But before her hand touched Su Qingyu's cheek, Su Qingyu instinctively dodged it. Murong Heng's hand was hanging in the air, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"I, I may be a little tired."

Su Qingyu could feel Murong Heng's emotional fluctuations, and she felt a little guilty. She had been persuading herself to accept Murong Heng for five years, but she still couldn't help avoiding his intimacy. Su Qingyu knew that this hurt Murong Heng's heart.

"It's okay, I was too abrupt, I know you still want him in your heart, I can wait until you completely forget him and accept me."

The more Murong Heng treats Su Qingyu so tenderly, the deeper the guilt in Su Qingyu's heart.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I am doing this."

That's right, she and Murong Heng even have a child, why would they refuse his approach?

Murong Heng smiled faintly, and said: "You have been very weak for giving birth to Chen'er all these years, and you haven't recovered yet. I really shouldn't have feelings for you at this time."

Su Qingyu's face turned slightly red, and she lowered her head. From the wedding to the birth of Chen'er, she and Murong Heng only had skin-to-skin contact in those few nights.

For the next five years, although they shared the same bed, Murong Heng could only abstain from lust because of her physical condition.

For a man, Murong Heng didn't find other women outside just because of this, and he was even more considerate to her.

All of this made her feel deeply guilty and owed to him.

Su Qingyu looked at Murong Heng moved, and said softly: "When I recover, let's give Chen'er another brother."

Su Qingyu lowered her head. When she said this, Murong Ze's face was in her mind, but Murong Heng's hands trembled excitedly, and his eyes were full of affection. Does this mean she accepts herself?

"really?"

"Ah."

Murong Heng smiled, finally from the bottom of his heart.

For five years, he didn't know what he was planning, but he just felt that with her company, he would feel at ease and warm.

So even though she never said love, but he has always put her in a certain place in the deepest part of his heart.

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