Chapter 232
This blond guy is so pitiful!
Dai Mubai's voice was soft, yet it broke the deathly silence.
Manager Wang seemed to have been freed from a spell, jolted awake, and scrambled to the counter, frantically searching through the items.
At that moment, only one thought remained in his mind.
Go away, you plague god!
He trembled as he presented the hotel's finest parchment and a gold pen inlaid with tiny gemstones, practically crawling on his hands and feet to Lin Xia. He offered them with both hands, his head bowed low, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.
Lin Xia didn't answer, but simply gestured in Dai Mubai's direction.
Manager Wang then realized what was happening and scrambled over to Dai Mubai, who was slumped on the ground. He carefully placed the paper and pen on a relatively clean carpet in front of Dai Mubai, then quickly retreated, wishing he could shrink into the shadows of the corner.
Dai Mubai's gaze fell on the pristine white parchment, its pure white color stinging his eyes.
He stretched out his left hand, which could still move with difficulty but was still trembling uncontrollably. His fingertips touched the cold gold pen, but he recoiled as if he had been burned by a hot iron.
Dai Mubai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The heavy smell of blood and perfume mixed with the fragrance of flowers created a nauseating odor that irritated his nasal cavity.
When he opened his eyes again, those signature evil eyes had lost all their luster, leaving only a deathly grayness and a numb surrender.
Dai Mubai gripped the pen with extreme difficulty in his left hand. The pen tip hovered above the paper, trembling violently. The ink condensed at the tip, about to drip, just like his fate hanging on the edge of an abyss.
Dai Mubai dared not look at anyone anymore, especially at Zhu Zhuqing's icy gaze.
I forced myself to focus my gaze on the paper and used all my strength to try to control my spasming fingers.
The pen finally fell, but it was crooked and messy, and the first character was a blob of ink.
Humiliated tears finally welled up uncontrollably, mingling with sweat and blood, dripping onto the paper and quickly spreading, like his shattered dignity.
The entire writing process was slow and arduous.
Every word felt like a chisel carving into his heart; each stroke was accompanied by excruciating physical pain and a soul-wrenching lament. He wrote clearly:
"Dai Mubai, the third prince of the Star Luo Empire, is unable to fulfill his marriage obligations due to his... improper temperament and... immoral conduct... and is willing to give up..."
As he wrote this, Dai Mubai's hand trembled violently, almost breaking the pen.
He paused for a long time, his chest heaving violently, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
In the end, he gritted his teeth and, with a heavy nasal tone, finished writing, word by word.
"...The engagement with Miss Zhu Zhuqing of the Zhu family is hereby voluntarily dissolved, effective immediately."
"The two parties...have no further connection, are free to marry, and are completely independent!"
At the end, he used his last bit of strength to sign his distorted name—Dai Mubai.
Since Dai Mubai had no official seal, he could only use his bloodied thumb to dip into a little blood on the ground and press it heavily next to his signature, leaving a dark red fingerprint that bore the mark of humiliation.
After finishing writing, Dai Mubai felt as if all his bones had been drained away. His left hand fell limply to the ground, and the gold pen fell to the ground with a "clatter".
He lowered his head, his long, golden hair disheveled and obscuring his face, his shoulders trembling slightly uncontrollably, emitting a suppressed sob.
Lin Xia walked forward expressionlessly, bent down, and precisely picked up the statement stained with tears, blood, and ink with her slender fingers.
His gaze swept over the items, confirming that the key information, signature, and fingerprints were correct.
"good."
Lin Xia's voice was completely calm, as if she were evaluating an insignificant item.
Lin Xia carefully folded the statement and put it into a specially made inner pocket in his pocket. Then, he looked down at Dai Mubai, who was lying on the ground like a stray dog, and a cold, domineering smile appeared on his lips.
"You're smart to know what's good for you."
His gaze swept over Dai Mubai's head wound and disheveled appearance, his words carrying a hint of barely perceptible mockery.
"It wasn't in vain that I... saved your life."
These words struck Dai Mubai's heart like a final, heavy blow.
Yes, if Lin Xia hadn't intervened and blocked those three deadly beams of dark light, I would probably be a cold corpse by now.
Being rescued by his love rival and then having to thank him for his "life-saving grace"... This irony and humiliation almost made him vomit blood on the spot.
Dai Mubai clenched his numb right hand tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm, but he felt no pain, only endless shame and indignation burning his soul.
After Lin Xia finished speaking, she didn't look at Dai Mubai again, as if he were already a piece of useless trash.
Lin Xia naturally took Zhu Zhuqing's cold but unusually firm hand and turned around.
Before leaving, Zhu Zhuqing took one last look at the man on the ground who had once been her fiancé.
That gaze was indifferent, detached, and carried a sense of utter relief after everything had settled, devoid of any emotion, as if looking at a complete stranger.
She didn't say a word, but her gaze was more lethal than any words could utter.
The two walked out side by side.
Lin Xia's steps were steady and composed, while Zhu Zhuqing stood tall and straight, her demeanor as cool and aloof as the moon.
They walked across the carpet, ravaged by the soul skills, past the scattered and broken petals, as if they were walking in a deserted land.
That invisible aura was powerful, confident, and all-encompassing, making everyone hold their breath and dare not make the slightest attempt to obstruct it.
The air at the Rose Hotel, filled with the rich fragrance of flowers and perfume, seemed unable to affect them in the slightest.
The intense soul energy fluctuations in the hall had not yet completely subsided, but they quietly dissipated around Lin Xia, like ice and snow melting in the warm sun.
A faint blue light flashed across Lin Xia's chest, and the portable image-recording soul tool stopped working. It had perfectly captured the humiliating moment when this "annulment statement" was born.
Lin Xia and Zhu Zhuqing disappeared through the main gate, and the bustling sounds of Soto City outside instantly rushed in, breaking the deathly silence inside, but only making the hall feel even more eerily bewildered.
The silence lasted for a moment.
Dai Mubai remained slumped on the ground, as if his soul had been ripped away, staring blankly ahead. Only occasionally would his body twitch uncontrollably due to pain or overwhelming emotional shock.
The wound on his head was still bleeding, and half of his face was covered in blood and tear stains, making him look extremely disheveled.
The statement signed with his name and bloody fingerprint was taken away by Lin Xia, as if it had ripped out his last bit of support.
Tang San and Xiao Wu stood not far away, looking at each other in astonishment, not knowing what to do for a moment.
The conflict took many twists and turns, evolving from a fight for a room into a life-or-death struggle, and finally involving a shocking secret about the annulment of an engagement between the city lord of Gengjin City and the Xingluo royal family. The sheer volume of information was overwhelming for them.
Xiao Wu tugged at Tang San's sleeve, muttering softly, her eyes still lingering with shock at Lin Xia's strength and a hint of pity for Dai Mubai's miserable state.
"The mistress... what... what do we do now? That person is so scary... this blond guy is so pitiful too..." (End of Chapter)