Fight For Love

Gu Chusheng frowned, feeling that things had taken an unexpected turn.

He had fought against Wei Yun all his life and considered himself quite familiar with the man. Wei Yun was always protective of his own, placed great importance on family, and was a man who knew how to respect others—he would never force his will upon anyone.

Gu Chusheng had heard about Chu Yu's deeds in Kunyang County. Given the kindness she had shown, Wei Yun would surely remember it and plan a future for her in return.

This was precisely why Gu Chusheng was anxious. If Wei Yun took matters into his own hands and quietly arranged a marriage for Chu Yu, there might not be another Wei Jun who would die young.

Though he was certain Chu Yu held feelings for him now and wouldn’t blindly follow Wei Yun’s words, the world was full of uncertainties. It was better to be safe than sorry. That was why Gu Chusheng had rushed back to Hua Jing—first scheming to win Yao Yong’s allegiance, then demonstrating his competence and shrewdness to Wei Yun, and finally confessing his feelings while hinting at his childhood bond and mutual affection with Chu Yu. This way, even if Wei Yun didn’t agree immediately, he would at least consider Gu Chusheng as a candidate.

Yet Wei Yun’s blunt mockery now truly caught him off guard.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Chusheng calmly asked, "If my current rank is insufficient to match Madam Wei, then may I ask, Your Lordship, what position must I attain to be deemed worthy of seeking her hand?"

Hearing this, Wei Yun felt such fury that he wanted to flip the man’s table.

He wasn’t even sure why he was so angry, but the sight of Gu Chusheng’s stubborn, persistent face struck him as utterly detestable.

Yet his expression remained unchanged as he gripped his wine cup, silent.

What rank would be worthy?

Wei Yun asked himself the same question, but no matter how he thought about it—whether Gu Chusheng was a lowly county magistrate, a Grand Secretary, the Chief Minister, or even if he one day became emperor—Wei Yun felt none of it would suffice.

He studied Gu Chusheng, who instinctively straightened his posture.

Objectively speaking, Gu Chusheng was exceptionally handsome—refined and scholarly in appearance, seemingly gentle, yet when he knelt upright with unyielding dignity, he exuded the proud bearing of a scholar. Any woman who saw him would surely praise him.

In Hua Jing, frail elegance was considered the height of beauty. Thus, even if the Wei family’s sons were more striking in features, they still fell short compared to the noble young masters of the capital. Gu Chusheng, born into the scholarly Gu family, had been raised with strict propriety—his every movement carried an innate grace, making him a pleasure to behold.

Yet the longer Wei Yun looked at him, the more irritated he became, as if the man’s face grew increasingly repulsive.

After much deliberation, Wei Yun finally pinpointed the reason for his dislike.

"If you rejected my sister-in-law back then, there’s no turning back now."

The thought eased his mind somewhat. Setting down his teacup, he said coldly, "My sister-in-law is a woman of great pride. Do you think she would tolerate you coming and going as you please? Since you failed to cherish her properly before, don’t pretend to be sincere now. If you’re willing, we can continue our cooperation—focus on your own ambitions. If not, you may leave. With your cunning, I doubt our Wei family is your only option. I’ll arrange an escort until you find a place to settle."

Gu Chusheng remained silent. Unwilling to engage further, Wei Yun stood to leave. But just as he turned, Gu Chusheng slowly smiled."The Marquis speaks wisely," Gu Chusheng said calmly. Wei Yun slowly turned his head to see Gu Chusheng with lowered eyes and a faint smile on his lips. "How could mere words move someone's heart when one failed to cherish them properly before? One must acknowledge their mistakes and atone for their sins. This humble official understands."

Wei Yun watched him quietly, waiting for Gu Chusheng's next words. Gu Chusheng raised his head to meet Wei Yun's gaze, his expression pleading. "However, whether to forgive or not is a matter between the Madam and myself. Might I ask the Marquis to respect Madam's wishes? Whether she chooses to remarry or not, General, please do not force her hand."

Wei Yun clenched his fists, feeling turmoil churning within him, yet his face remained cold and indifferent as he simply replied, "Agreed."

When had he ever disregarded her wishes?

Gu Chusheng was worrying for nothing.

Seeing the relief in Gu Chusheng's eyes, Wei Yun couldn't resist provoking him. "I won't force her to marry, but Gu Chusheng, not everyone will wait forever. One day, she may fall in love with someone else, and when that time comes, I will personally escort her to her wedding without obstruction."

Hearing this, Gu Chusheng paused briefly before chuckling lightly and responding calmly, "I understand."

His composed demeanor only fueled Wei Yun's rising anger. He had intended to provoke Gu Chusheng, but his words seemed to wound himself instead. The stark contrast between Gu Chusheng's serenity and his own bristling hostility made Wei Yun feel like a yapping puppy baring its teeth at a wolf.

Here he was, growling with insecurity, while Gu Chusheng exuded the calm assurance of one who had weathered life's storms.

This disparity filled Wei Yun with bitterness. The more time he spent with Gu Chusheng, the more he understood why Chu Yu had been willing to abandon everything—even a highly praised marriage with his elder brother—to follow this man like the legendary Hongfu eloping under cover of night.

Like his brother, Gu Chusheng possessed an inner strength that Wei Yun, still a young pup feigning composure, could not match.

Wei Yun said no more and turned to leave with long strides. Suppressing his emotions, he stormed back to his room, shooing out Wei Xia and Wei Qiu before kicking over a stand holding vases.

Outside, Wei Xia flinched at the cacophony of shattering porcelain. Wei Qiu turned to leave immediately, prompting Wei Xia to chase after him and whisper, "Where are you going?"

"To fetch the Madam."

Wei Qiu gave Wei Xia a look as if he were an idiot, and realization dawned on Wei Xia.

Wei Yun had always been like this—venting his anger by smashing things. In the past, it had been Wei Jun who would intervene. Now that Wei Jun was gone, only Chu Yu could rein him in. Liu Xueyang was indifferent to such matters; if told, she would simply say, "What can we do? Well... let him smash things? He'll stop when he's tired."

But Wei Yun had extraordinary stamina. By the time he tired himself out, he might have demolished Wei Manor.

So Wei Xia urged Wei Qiu, "I'll keep watch here. You go quickly."

Wei Qiu grunted in acknowledgment and went to find Chu Yu.

Chu Yu had just finished dining in the hall with Liu Xueyang and was chatting with the other women of the household. Wang Lan was nearing her due date, and everyone was fussing over her, offering advice on how to ensure a smooth delivery. Chu Yu was smiling as she placed her hand on Wang Lan's belly to feel the baby's movements when Wei Qiu entered and bowed respectfully. "Madam."Chu Yu glanced at Wei Qiu's expression and immediately knew he had come with news.

She smiled as she bid farewell to Jiang Chun and Liu Xueyang, then walked to the corridor, frowning slightly. "What's the matter?"

"Young Master Wei and Gu Chusheng had an unpleasant discussion. He's smashing things in his room."

Hearing this, Chu Yu was momentarily stunned. She knew Gu Chusheng's capabilities—since he had gone to such lengths to set up this elaborate scheme, he shouldn't be provoking Wei Yun at this critical juncture. And Wei Yun was always broad-minded; unless Gu Chusheng was up to no good, Wei Yun wouldn't have any reason to be upset.

Thus, Chu Yu immediately concluded that Gu Chusheng must have done something again. Feeling displeased, she strode toward Wei Yun's room. "Do you know what they discussed?"

"No."

Wei Qiu answered calmly.

In truth, he knew, but as a good guard, the most basic principle was to know nothing about his master's affairs.

Even if he and Wei Xia saw everything clearly, it wasn't their place to see anything at all. A person who knew too much and saw too clearly wouldn't live long.

Chu Yu knew she wouldn't get anything out of Wei Qiu, so she marched straight to Wei Yun's room. Just as she reached the door, she heard the sound of shattering porcelain inside. Wei Xia was crouched by the doorway, covering his ears with his hands, flinching at the noise.

Chu Yu knocked on the door, only to hear Wei Yun's angry voice from within: "Get lost! Don't bother me!"

"Xiao Qi, it's me."

At these words, Wei Yun inside froze. Standing amidst the wreckage, the childishness that contrasted sharply with Gu Chusheng became all the more glaring in the mess.

Wei Yun pressed his lips together, his voice stiff. "Sister-in-law, I'm not feeling well today. If there's anything, please come back another day."

"Oh, not feeling well?" Chu Yu's voice outside was understanding, drawn out, then laced with amusement. "Then open the door. Let me see if our Xiao Qi's illness is in his body... or his heart?"

Wei Yun remained silent. Chu Yu placed her hand on the door, smiling. "If you don't open it, I'll kick it down."

"Don't!"

Wei Yun quickly protested, afraid Chu Yu would barge in and see the mess. He took a deep breath and finally said, "Please wait outside for a moment, Sister-in-law. I'll come out."

Chu Yu didn't press further. The dignified Duke Who Pacifies the Nation wouldn't want to be seen in such a childish state—it was hardly proper. Wei Yun, being a proud man, naturally wouldn't want her to enter now. So Chu Yu turned her back, clasped her hands behind her, and stood on the corridor. She instructed Wei Xia to fetch some wine and snacks, then tilted her head to gaze at the moon.

Seeing that no further urging came from outside, Wei Yun took a deep breath and hurried to the mirror to straighten his clothes and tidy his hair. He hadn't yet reached the age for wearing a hair crown. Though in Hua Jing's fashion, young officials like him who hadn't reached adulthood could wear hair crowns as decoration, it wasn't mandatory. Thus, those from military families like Wei Yun weren't accustomed to elaborate hair ornaments, simply tying their hair with a ribbon—at most embellishing the ribbon itself. But Wei Yun, being plain, didn't even have any adornments on his hair ribbon.Such a hair ribbon was indeed simple, but it completely lacked any aesthetic sense. Wei Yun had never thought much of it before, but today, after sizing up Gu Chusheng, he found himself somewhat dissatisfied with the plain ribbon.

He felt his thoughts were tangled and awkward, unsure of what exactly was on his mind. After fiddling with his hair for a while, he slapped the table in frustration and stormed out the door.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Chu Yu standing with her hands behind her back, facing away from him, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky.

She wore plain robes with wide sleeves, her hair tied back simply with a red ribbon, exuding an air of untamed elegance reminiscent of a free-spirited scholar.

Wei Yun stood behind her, watching. Hearing the sound of the door closing, Chu Yu turned her head with a smile. "You're out?"

"Mm," Wei Yun replied, lowering his eyes. He didn't say more, an inexplicable sense of inferiority rising in his chest. She seemed like a celestial maiden descended from the moon, while he was merely a clumsy mortal youth, unworthy of touching her.

Chu Yu beckoned him to the edge of the corridor, where wine and refreshments had already been prepared. Leaning against a pillar, she gestured to the seat opposite. "Sit."

Wei Yun obediently took his seat. Chu Yu reclined against the pillar, one knee bent, holding a cup of wine as she smiled at him. Wei Yun, on the other hand, sat with his feet dangling over the edge of the corridor, hands resting on either side, eyes downcast—like a bashful young girl.

Chu Yu couldn't help but laugh, though she suppressed her amusement, not wanting to provoke him further. "Tell me, how did you end up quarreling with Gu Chusheng?"

"That insolent brat!" Wei Yun snapped without elaborating, turning his head away. "Arrogant!"

"True," Chu Yu nodded in agreement. Gu Chusheng was indeed a man of extreme arrogance, a fervent gambler in politics who never believed he could lose.

She supposed such an attitude must have irked Wei Yun. Smiling, she said, "That's just how he is. Those with talent often have a temper. You'll encounter many like him in the future—learn to be more tolerant."

As she spoke, she poured him a cup of wine. "Those who aim for greatness mustn't be overly sensitive. Otherwise, jealousy and suspicion will lead them astray, and they'll never attract capable allies."

"I understand, sister-in-law," Wei Yun murmured, head still bowed as Chu Yu placed the cup beside his hand. Then, hesitantly, he added, "Perhaps you could tell me about... you and Gu Chusheng."

He knew he shouldn't have asked. He had never been one to pry into Chu Yu's past. But hearing Gu Chusheng boast of their childhood bond and secret symbols only they recognized, hearing Chu Yu speak so familiarly of him—it stirred an inexplicable resentment in Wei Yun. He felt like an outsider, unable to enter their world, ignorant of the history they shared.

Regretting his question almost immediately, Wei Yun quickly added, "I was just curious. You don't have to answer."

"Actually, there's not much to tell."

Chu Yu lowered her gaze. No one had ever asked about her and Gu Chusheng before. It was as if her love for him had appeared out of nowhere—she declared it, and everyone accepted it without question, never asking why.

"I suppose our story begins when I was twelve."Chu Yu spoke softly, "Actually, my beginning with Gu Chusheng wasn't complicated at all. He saved me on the battlefield, which led to my long-lasting secret admiration. Then, egged on by Chu Jin, I eloped with him—only to be rejected."

The fifteen-year-old Chu Yu and Gu Chusheng were simple, nothing more than that.

"After meeting your brother, I realized that what I loved wasn't Gu Chusheng himself, but the illusion he gave me. When he reached out to me at twelve, I thought he would give me love. But in truth, he wouldn't—and wasn't obligated to. In that regard, Chu Jin and I weren't so different. She never experienced love in her family, so she resorted to every means to chase after someone who would treat her well. I was the same."

In her past life, she clung to that hope for twelve years, seeking emotional fulfillment. What she lacked in her youth, she desperately pursued later.

Looking back, wasn't Chu Jin's relentless scheming the same as her own pursuit?

Understanding Chu Jin made her understand herself. But she couldn't explain how she came to this realization, so she used Wei Jun as a pretext to voice her thoughts: "Everyone has flaws and incompleteness in their hearts, but we can't live forever trapped in those shortcomings."

"So you gave up on Gu Chusheng?"

Wei Yun frowned. Chu Yu smiled faintly. "It's more accurate to say I let go of my obsession. As for Gu Chusheng..."

She took a sip of wine and sighed softly. "Perhaps I once liked him, but once I let go, it was truly over. Now, when I look at him, he feels like a stranger. If not for helping you, I probably wouldn’t have seen him again in this lifetime."

Wei Yun didn’t respond immediately. He lowered his head, staring at the pebbles in the courtyard for a long time before finally murmuring, "Actually, what angers me isn’t Gu Chusheng—it’s myself."

"Hmm?"

Chu Yu was puzzled. "What about yourself angers you?"

Wei Yun fell silent. Chu Yu waited patiently until, after a long pause, he finally looked up at her with a hint of unease. "Sister-in-law... am I too childish?"

Hearing this, Chu Yu was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter. "That’s what’s bothering you?"

"The difference between Gu Chusheng and me is only three years," Wei Yun pressed his lips together. "But I feel like his depth of mind makes me ashamed of myself. Compared to him, I always feel like I’m just putting on a show of maturity. He, on the other hand, is truly calculating—whether it’s controlling emotions or reading people, he’s frighteningly precise."

Chu Yu listened, taking another sip of wine. "You think you’re just pretending on the outside, but how do you know he isn’t pretending in front of you?"

She still remembered what Gu Chusheng was like in his youth. The seventeen-year-old Gu Chusheng and the fourteen-year-old Wei Yun were equally immature—neither was better than the other. Both were prodigies, just skilled in different areas. Where was the vast difference?

It was just that Gu Chusheng was older and had always been good at putting on airs—likely intimidating Wei Yun.

She patted Wei Yun’s shoulder. "Don’t be disheartened. If you really think you’re not as good as him, then work harder. Besides, I think our Xiao Qi is better than him in every way. How could you possibly compare unfavorably to Gu Chusheng?"

Hearing this, Wei Yun looked up earnestly. "Then, in what ways am I better than him?"To her surprise, Wei Yun asked the question with such seriousness that Chu Yu, who had spoken offhandedly, was momentarily stunned.

Yet the young man’s gaze was clear and earnest, leaving no room for deception or hesitation. After a brief silence, Chu Yu slowly replied, “You are far better than him—so much so that I can’t list it all in a short while.”

“Then take your time to say it, and I’ll take my time to listen.”

Wei Yun picked up his wine cup, his eyes fixed ahead. Helpless, Chu Yu leaned against a pillar, studying him carefully as she began to think seriously. “You are more handsome than him.”

She hadn’t expected her first point to be this. Wei Yun stiffened slightly, and Chu Yu, seeing how he seemed flustered by the compliment, couldn’t help but clap her hands and laugh. “Our Xiao Qi probably doesn’t realize just how good-looking he is. Do you know, back when I was still a maiden, you returned in triumph with your father at the age of thirteen, and I, along with other noble ladies, went to welcome you. At the time, I was sitting in a teahouse’s private room, watching the Wei family’s procession enter the city. That day, you followed behind your elder brother, and the moment you appeared, I heard people exclaim, ‘Ah, that young master is so handsome! I couldn’t take my eyes off him—he’ll surely grow up to be the most beautiful man in Hua Jing!’”

Chu Yu exaggeratedly mimicked the young lady’s tone, but as she spoke, she couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Wei Yun watched her quietly. “At that time… did Sister-in-law see me too?”

“I did,” Chu Yu murmured, recalling that distant past. Strictly speaking, it had been fourteen years, yet when she deliberately reminisced, the memory felt as vivid as yesterday. She should have long forgotten, yet at this moment, she could still picture the Wei family’s sons clad in silver armor, riding into the city with unyielding pride. She took a sip of wine and sighed. “I saw you at a glance.”

Hearing this, Wei Yun finally felt a little more at ease.

He realized he was still too easily swayed by sweet words—Chu Yu’s praise alone made him happy. So he pressed further, “Aside from looks, what else makes me better than Gu Chusheng?”

Chu Yu didn’t answer immediately. Having drunk a bit too much, she raised her eyes to meet the young man’s clear gaze—bright as gemstones, drawing her in. Unconsciously, she leaned forward slightly, pressing a jade-like fingertip lightly against Wei Yun’s chest. Her lips, delicate as cherry blossoms, parted to utter two words: “Your heart.”

“You are like the bright moon in the sky,” she said with a soft laugh. “He is like the night-blooming cereus beneath it. A-Yun, you need not compare yourself to him. Flowers bloom and wither, but the sun and moon endure. In life, only a righteous heart can last.”

“Intelligence, lineage—none of these are the most important. What truly shapes a person’s fate is how they choose to live.”

Wei Yun didn’t speak. His gaze lingered on Chu Yu’s fingertip. “Then, Sister-in-law, how should one live?”

“Without shame before others, without regret in your heart.” Chu Yu leaned back against the pillar and sighed. “Not harming others is the baseline of being human. But not harming yourself—that is the baseline of being yourself .”

“That’s hard.”

Wei Yun’s response was immediate. Chu Yu laughed. “That’s why being human is difficult.”

Wei Yun fell silent. He realized Chu Yu possessed a peculiar power—no matter the circumstances, just a few simple words from her could soothe everything. Time and the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a secluded space, speaking quietly to each other.Wei Yun picked up the wine Chu Yu had poured for her and listened as Chu Yu praised him sentence by sentence.

She spoke, and he drank. The two of them sat shoulder to shoulder on the long corridor, like two children sharing all their thoughts and dreams for the future.

Wei Yun said he wanted to avenge the Wei family, to destroy the Northern Di, to see a wise and virtuous ruler on the throne, and to witness a peaceful and prosperous land where all was well under heaven.

Chu Yu said she wanted to wait until the world was at peace, then go to Lanzhou to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, meet someone she liked, and do whatever she pleased. Ideally, she'd keep five cats and have a small fishpond.

Wei Yun had been drinking and was feeling drowsy—alcohol always made him sleepy, while Chu Yu became more energetic the more she drank. Propping himself up, he asked her, "Why five cats?"

"When I was little on the border, my eldest brother didn't like cats," Chu Yu gestured animatedly. "So I never got to keep any. But the girl next door had five cats. I was so envious—I could only climb over the wall to play with them. Back then, I thought, when I grow up and make something of myself, I must have five cats!"

Wei Yun listened, murmuring vague sounds of agreement as he nodded. Chu Yu grew more excited as she spoke, elaborating in detail about the life she dreamed of having in the future. As she continued, Wei Yun could no longer hold himself up and suddenly slumped onto Chu Yu's shoulder. She froze for a moment, then turned her head to see Wei Yun's defenseless sleeping face. It took her a long while to snap out of her daze.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

She had always seen this child stubbornly forcing himself to act the part of the Northern Garrison Marquis. But when he suddenly leaned against her shoulder, she actually felt a pang of heartache.

Wei Yun hadn't slept well in a long time.

Just yesterday, they had been traveling through the night. When she went to bed, he was still awake, and when she woke up, he was already up. Now, while she was still full of energy, he had collapsed onto her shoulder, unable to hold on any longer.

With the alcohol clouding her mind, she felt as though the person beside her was like her own younger brother. Unable to bring herself to move him, she had Wei Xia fetch a blanket to drape over him. She sat there drinking, gazing up at the moon.

She didn't know how much time had passed before Wei Yun slowly woke up. It had been ages since he'd slept so deeply. Blinking in confusion, he saw Chu Yu beside him.

Chu Yu held a small wine flask and smiled at him. "Awake?"

The night breeze sobered Wei Yun considerably. He straightened up, the blanket slipping from his shoulders, and answered softly, "Mm."

"Since you're awake, I'll take my leave."

Chu Yu pushed herself up. She wore loose robes, her hair casually disheveled, a small wine flask in hand. Raising it slightly behind her, she said, "Get some rest. See you later."

With that, she walked barefoot down the corridor and disappeared around the corner.

Wei Yun watched as the moonlight fell upon her figure, the wind fluttering her wide sleeves and long hair. Her red hair ribbon stood out vividly against the muted colors, and the red tassel tied around the small wine flask swayed back and forth with her movements, rising and falling in the air.

He simply stared quietly until Wei Xia approached and cautiously said, "My Lord, shall you retire for the night?"

Wei Yun lowered his gaze and took the wine flask Chu Yu had been drinking from. He suddenly wanted very much to know what the wine she drank tasted like.

He took a sip. The wine Chu Yu liked was fruit wine, sweet on the tongue, wrapping around his senses, eroding his willpower until he felt utterly weak and vulnerable.

Looking down at the small flask in his hand, he stood up after a long moment and said to Wei Xia, "From now on, make sure Sister-in-law's wine is warmed before serving it. Otherwise, she's not allowed to drink."

Wei Xia was taken aback. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

The next morning, when Wei Yun awoke, he went to find Gu Chusheng again.Gu Chusheng was in the midst of changing his bandages when he heard that Wei Yun had arrived. Without haste, he had his wound properly dressed before stepping forward. He bowed respectfully and said, "Lord Wei, what brings you here today? I would be honored to receive your guidance."

As he spoke, Gu Chusheng couldn't help but observe Wei Yun closely.

Wei Yun's demeanor was different from yesterday. The previous day, he had resembled a small beast baring its teeth and bristling all over to fend off enemies. But today, he had suddenly retracted his thorns, displaying a composed and gentle attitude.

Yet this composure and gentleness were not signs of weakness. Anyone who looked at him could sense an unspoken pressure emanating from his every movement—not deliberately imposed, but innate to one who stood in such a high position.

Gu Chusheng couldn't fathom what had caused this change and remained silent, waiting for Wei Yun to speak. Wei Yun took a sip of tea and said calmly, "I've come to apologize for yesterday's words. I spoke out of turn and hope Lord Gu will not take offense."

Gu Chusheng hadn't expected Wei Yun to bring this up. He stayed quiet, waiting for Wei Yun to continue.

Wei Yun looked at him steadily. "Regarding the matter between you and my sister-in-law, I spoke with her yesterday. I will not interfere in your affairs, nor do I wish for them to affect matters of state."

"Naturally," Gu Chusheng replied.

He hadn't imagined Wei Yun could separate these issues so clearly. Raising his gaze, he saw a fifteen-year-old youth who, despite yesterday's fury, bore no trace of resentment in his expression. Instead, Wei Yun spoke sincerely, "Lord Gu, if you wish to be a pawn in exchange for a promising future, I will grant you that. But my sister-in-law cannot be part of this wager. You understand, don't you?"

"I do," Gu Chusheng answered decisively, without hesitation.

Wei Yun produced a slip of paper from his sleeve and took another sip of tea.

"These are His Majesty's recent itinerary. Choose a good day," Wei Yun set down his cup and said softly, "and bring your lawsuit to the Emperor."

Author's Note: Update notice: The second update will come tomorrow. Three updates tomorrow to make up for it.

[Bonus Scene]

Mo Shubai: "Wei Yun, many readers are worried—what if you can't outmaneuver Gu Chusheng?"

Wei Yun: "No need to fear. Even the flawed version of me from my past life managed to defeat him. This lifetime will be no different."

Mo Shubai: "Quite confident, aren't you? Any words for the readers who support you?"

Wei Yun: "Xiao Qi thanks all the 'moms' for their donations. Every penny's been saved for the future wife fund. Your support is much appreciated." (Sweet smile ><)

Fans: "Using my money for your wife fund... I don't know whether to be happy or sad."