Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

At the sight of her teary eyes, the anger in Long Xuan's chest only intensified instead of dissipating.

"What? Are you upset because I hurt your old love?"

Lin Qingyuan widened her eyes and stared at him in disbelief.

However, when she looked at Chen Xuping, who was lying pale and motionless on the ground, she could not stop herself from saying bitterly, "That's right! I'm terribly upset. Why did you attack him?" She pounded her fists hard on his chest.

The veins on Long Xuan's forehead bulged. Clenching his fists, he growled coldly, "Since you couldn't forget your old flame, why did you force yourself to marry me?"

Lin Qingyuan's lips quivered in rage, but she was unable to say a word.

Back then, she had indeed been reluctant to marry Long Xuan, but it was not like she was still thinking of Chen Xuping.

What on earth was he even saying right now?

"You shameless whore!" Long Xuan roared at her and, stifling the urge to tear this adulterous couple to shreds, stormed out of the forest.

Lin Qingyuan's ears buzzed, and her mind went blank.

How could he call her that?

When he was gone, all the energy seemed to leave her body, and she sank onto the ground.

Perturbed by the way things had turned out, Bai He tried to persuade her, "Miss, the General must have misunderstood you. You have to go after him and explain what happened to him."

"I won't!" Lin Qingyuan said coldly, her face ashen. She could not forgive Long Xuan for insulting her like that.

Why should she go after him when he was the one who had mocked and insulted her indiscriminately? He should be the one apologizing!

Her response distressed Bai He even more. The General had run off in a huff, and her mistress was sulking. She had to do something, or the situation would only get worse.

After hesitating briefly, she dashed out of the forest.

Wiping her tears away, Lin Qingyuan hunkered down again beside Chen Xuping.

As she gazed at his bloodless face, she was overcome with sorrow. No matter what, Chen Xuping had gotten himself into this state for her sake.

First, he had sucked the venomed blood out for her; then, he had been misunderstood and struck by Long Xuan.

She brought a trembling hand to his nose.

When she discovered that he was still breathing, the heaviness in her heart was immediately replaced by joy.

He was alive—thank goodness!

However, he needed to be taken to a physician in the city.

Unfortunately, Bai He had disappeared.

Gritting her teeth, she lifted his arm to hoist him onto her shoulders.

It was a real challenge for a petite woman like her to carry a grown man on her back.

When she finally managed to heave him onto her back, she was nearly crushed by his weight.

Holding onto the tree beside her for support, she lifted him off the ground. However, she had only taken a step forward when she felt a splitting pain engulf the wound on her right ankle.

Her forehead was instantly covered in a sheen of cold sweat.

Chen Xuping had only gotten himself into this situation because of her—she could not abandon him.

Carrying him, she staggered forward with much effort and almost collapsed from exhaustion when she reached the edge of the trees.

Thinking of the long distance between her current location and the city, she was filled with despair.

What should she do?

Could she carry Chen Xuping into the city on her own?

Through a mist of tears, she saw a figure walk briskly toward her, followed by Bai He.

Her face lit up, then fell right away.

She swallowed the pleas for help that had almost escaped her lips.

There was no way that jerk would ever help her.

"Bai He, come and help me," she called out to Bai He feebly.

Just then, a shadow fell over her; the next instant, the weight on her back vanished.

To her surprise, she saw a scowling Long Xuan take Chen Xuping from her.

His expression was still grim, but he cast a glance at her foot.

When he noticed all the blood on her right foot, he furrowed his brow.

"Can you walk?"

Lin Qingyuan came to her senses and nodded in confusion. "Yes."

Pursing his lips, Long Xuan glanced at her, then ordered Bai He, "Go and help your mistress."

"Yes, General." With relief, Bai He hurried forward and supported her mistress.

Lin Qingyuan stared at the man walking effortlessly ahead despite the person in his arms, then turned and looked at Bai He curiously. "What did you say to him?"

She had not forgotten how furious he had been just now.