Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart - Chapter 847
Chapter 847 He Would Probably Lose His Mind
Lu Liangwei had taken to her heels right after speaking, but she did not run too fast because of the child in her womb.
With just a few strides, Long Yang caught up to her effortlessly and trapped her in his arms, a threatening expression on his face. “You got attracted to me because of my age, huh? So were you looking for a husband who was old enough to be your father, Lu Liangwei?”
Lu Liangwei blinked. His grim expression and the dangerous glint in his deep eyes made her quake a little, but she still said, “I never thought that way. Besides, I wasn’t attracted to you at all in the beginning. You coerced me into marrying you, and I didn’t dare disobey because you were the Emperor.”
Long Yang was stunned for a moment. He naturally remembered how things had happened, and he had always felt a little guilty about doing that to Weiwei.
However, he had no other choice back then.
After waiting for so long, he finally met a girl he wanted to marry, so how could he possibly let go of her so easily?
If he had not used coercion, he would not have been able to marry her at all.
Back then, the Dowager Duchess had even brought out the golden sword bestowed upon her by the late Emperor.
He had to concede that the process of him marrying Weiwei was not so honorable.
However, if he had to choose again, he would still do it.
It was because Lu Liangwei was the only woman he had ever wanted to marry in his entire life.
There was indeed a considerable age gap between them, but if he had to see her marry someone else, he would probably lose his mind.
As he gazed at Lu Liangwei’s indignant little face, his expression softened, and he caressed her rosy cheek. “Do you regret it?”
Lu Liangwei was startled. “What?”
“Do you regret marrying an old man like me?” Long Yang said calmly, but an unreadable emotion flashed through his deep eyes.
Lu Liangwei had not meant to laugh, but for some reason, when she heard him call himself an old man, she could not stifle her giggle.
Long Yang shot her a look. “What’re you laughing at?” Lu Liangwei cleared her throat before clinging to his arm. “Who said you were an old man?”
Long Yang gazed at her wordlessly.
Lu Liangwei’s face was solemn. “Your age is just right; you’re not old at all. I happen to like mature, reliable, and charismatic… uh, men, like you.”
That was close-she had almost blurted out the word “old”.
Long Yang snorted and raised a hand to pinch her cheek. “Is that really what you think?”
“Do you want me to cut my heart out and show it to you?” Lu Liangwei said jokingly.
Long Yang furrowed his brow. “What nonsense are you saying?”
“I was joking.” Lu Liangwei raised her hands in surrender.
Right now, the Emperor was really like an old pedant who avoided inauspicious words like the plague.
Little did she know that Long Yang would only show such concern when it came to her.
“Don’t say such things ever again,” Long Yang warned. Lu Liangwei hung her head. “All right, I won’t.”
“Good girl.” Long Yang stroked her head, then started walking with his arm wrapped around her.
Glancing sideways at his flawless side profile, Lu Liangwei could not help saying, “I don’t regret marrying you at all, Your Majesty.” To enhance the credibility of her words, she added, “Truly!”
Long Yang stopped in his tracks and fixed his deep gaze on her.
Lu Liangwei paused for a moment, then said sincerely, “It’s true that I was flustered and even reluctant when I first learned that you wanted to marry me because I never imagined that would happen, but now…” She nuzzled against his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist, her face full of affection. “I can’t do without you anymore.”
