Chapter 104: I Love You An Extra Chapter for Everyone Who Sent Tourmaline Diamonds

I screamed out Luo Ange’s name, but he reached out his hand to stop me from moving forward. Terrified, I dared not advance and kept whispering his name over and over, like a witch chanting a spell.

Shu Congxuan pointed at me, bent down, and shouted something. Then he grabbed Luo Ange by the collar, forcing him against a large rock, and punched him again.

From beginning to end, Luo Ange did not fight back. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his expression grim and fierce.

I rushed over and shoved Shu Congxuan aside. I opened my mouth wide and screamed at him, though no words came out. Still, my anger was evident.

He stepped back slowly, his eyes red as he shook his head and looked at me.

I paid no attention to him, instead turning to check Luo Ange’s injuries. He cracked a faint smile and wrapped me in his arms.

I tried to struggle, but he held me tighter.

Over his shoulder, I saw two silent tears streaming down Shu Congxuan’s face.

Carrying two cups of coffee, I walked to the study door. Zhou Yang, who was hiding there eavesdropping, shushed me and gestured for me to listen.

I stood still. Suddenly realizing I was "deaf and mute," Zhou Yang motioned to the servant to bring pen and paper.

Before the servant could hand them over, the door swung open. Luo Ange appeared calmly at the threshold.

Zhou Yang, who had just been kicked twice, fled in panic. Luo Ange called the servant to take the tray and then beckoned me over. I cautiously approached and looked up at him.

Against the light, his face was bathed in a radiant glow, like an angel fallen to earth. I grasped him and rose on tiptoe, nudging his chin with my nose.

He pressed me down, lifted my bangs, and examined the bruise on my forehead. His eyes deepened, vast and unfathomable like the Pacific Ocean. I couldn’t decipher his meaning.

We stared at each other, and after half a minute, he pulled me into the study.

Shu Congxuan sat on the sofa, head bowed, holding a cup. Hearing us, he looked up and met my usual steady gaze, which calmed me somewhat.

Luo Ange settled me on the sofa, then quickly left. As the door closed, I turned to see two sheets of paper and two pens on the coffee table.

The atmosphere grew tense, Shu Congxuan motionless, simply watching me.

His gaze was soft and subtle, like the faint blush of an unmarried maiden in ancient times — apparent at first glance, but upon closer inspection, almost invisible.

I grew uneasy under his gaze and picked up a pen to ask, “How did you find this?”

He lowered his head. I pushed the paper toward him, but he turned away to look out the window.

I hadn’t expected such stubbornness. Helpless, I gave in and wrote, “We’re friends. Are you really going to be this heartless?”

Showing it to him, he finally reacted—snatching the paper and scribbling furiously before tossing it back.

His hand trembled as he wrote, “Yi Lanshan, all this time, don’t you know how I feel about you?”

I felt guilty and remained silent. I knew he liked me; he’d told me so himself.

He smiled bitterly and wrote, “Yi Lanshan, you’re so pitiful. Luo Ange has no heart. Is he even worthy of your love?”

I took the paper and replied, “Then what do you want me to do?”

He stared at me without moving. After half a minute, he turned his face back to the window.

Judging by his expression, he was no longer angry. I stepped closer to him; he stood and gently embraced me. That counted as reconciliation.

Luo Ange pushed open the door, frowning as he pulled me away and patted my shoulder, clearly unwilling to let another man touch me.

When Shu Congxuan left, I insisted on seeing him to the door. Of course, Luo Ange refused. The grip of his hand on my shoulder tightened, betraying his anger.

But I pried his hand away and followed Shu Congxuan out of the living room.

Crossing the large courtyard, Shu Congxuan walked ahead. His back wasn’t straight; he looked like a bent old man, his figure radiating a forlorn loneliness.

I knew then that between us, things could never return to what they once were.

At the door, he finally turned to look at me. He gave a sorrowful smile, and I dared not meet his gaze.

He patted my shoulder, casting a look that said, “Take care of yourself,” then turned and walked away.

As he opened the car door, he finally looked at me properly, seeming about to speak but hesitating.

My heart sank. A strange impulse urged me to walk toward him.

He took out his phone and tapped out a message for me to see: “Luo Ange forbade me to say, but I think you have the right to know. You asked how I found you—it was he who told me.”

In truth, the moment he appeared, I had already suspected this. Luo Ange, with his cunning and scheming, could bring me to Jingnan undetected and hide me without a trace. The only reason Shu Congxuan found me was because Luo Ange allowed it.

I nodded to show I understood. Shu Congxuan wrote again: “Yi Lanshan, he’s using you. You can’t beat him. He will devour you to the bone.”

His earlier loneliness had infected me, filling me with sorrow I couldn’t articulate.

Shu Congxuan wasn’t one to stir trouble, so why did he insist Luo Ange didn’t love me?

I grabbed his arm, shaking it, demanding he give me a clear answer. But he gently pushed me away, got in the car, and left.

Watching his car disappear, I stood there numbly, utterly exhausted.

As I walked back, I saw Luo Ange leaning by the study window, smoking, his gaze fixed on me.

He was angry. I knew it.

I was so insecure that I needed this proof—that he cared.

Upstairs, Zhou Yang kept winking at me, signaling that Luo Ange was upset and I should be careful.

In the study, Luo Ange maintained his posture. I approached step by step and pressed my face against his back.

He shuddered noticeably, as if trying to shake me off. But I clung to him with all my might, calling his name in a voice I knew would be impossible to resist.

Sure enough, he couldn’t bear it, suddenly turning and pinching my chin. Before he spoke, I opened my mouth silently and asked, “Do you love me?”

He didn’t answer, only bowed his head and seized my lips, drawing all my breath away.

At dinner, Luo Ange lifted a bowl and fed me chicken soup. I weakly tried to do it myself, but he didn’t insist. Instead, he pulled my chair closer, rested his forehead against mine, smiled softly, and whispered something.

“I love you.”

I wasn’t sure if those were the exact words, but they suddenly echoed in my ears. I even heard Zhou Yang and Long Jue stifling their laughter.

I stared at Luo Ange, mouth agape. I could actually hear him—I could really hear him.

Delighted, I covered my mouth, feeling that fate had been kind to me. The suffering I endured finally bore some fruit.

Luo Ange didn’t know I could hear. He lowered his head and kissed me, their lips intertwining.

Blushing, I pushed him away, hearing Long Jue say, “Yi Lanshan, what’s this about? When you were in trouble, Third Brother was more upset than anyone, staying awake day and night just to guard you. He was afraid you’d wake and not see him and be scared. What’s wrong with letting him kiss you?”

Luo Ange turned to scold him, “Why are you babbling? Try yelling at her one more time.”

Refined Zhou Yang stepped in as peacemaker: “Lanshan can’t hear. Why argue? Let’s eat.”

Long Jue aimed at Zhou Yang: “You’ve got some nerve. If you hadn’t lost track of her, would she have gotten hurt?”

I suddenly looked at Zhou Yang, but he didn’t notice. He awkwardly touched his nose, sounding a bit aggrieved: “I know it’s my fault. Little Uncle already punished me. What more do you want?”

Long Jue pushed further: “Third Brother should’ve broken a dog’s leg—let’s see if you learn your lesson.”

Zhou Yang fired back, “We’re just as bad. Who was the first with ill intent to send Lanshan away?”

Luo Ange cut in: “Enough. Let’s not bring up the past. Eat.”

Long Jue pouted, bowed his head, and ate in silence.

Luo Ange looked back, his face soft as spring rain. These days, every time I lost control, he smiled like this, making me seem even more unhinged.

He leaned over, kissed my forehead, and said, “If anyone dares to insult you, I’ll be the first to kill them.”

He glanced at Zhou Yang and then back at him. Zhou Yang cleared his throat and raised his hand: “Little Uncle, I’m always on your side.”

I nearly laughed but held it back, not wanting them to know I could hear everything.

I smiled secretly in my heart. What was this world coming to? Luo Ange was to call Shu Congxuan “Uncle,” and Zhou Yang was to call Luo Ange “Little Uncle,” yet they all looked about the same age.

Luo Ange placed chopsticks in my hand and, like a parent, said, “Let’s eat…”

I pretended to be unaware, bowing my head to eat.

They were silent at first, but then Long Jue, undeterred, brought up Lei Zhiyi, and I overheard the following conversation.

Zhou Yang asked, “Little Uncle, have you ever been with Lei Zhiyi?”

Long Jue chuckled, glancing at me: “Nonsense. How long has it been since Little Uncle touched a woman? If he were even a little promiscuous, he’d probably have several children by now. I’m starting to wonder if he’s gay.”

I glanced at Luo Ange. He lowered his head, expressionless.

The two men continued chattering, unsatisfied, dragging the steward’s fourth sister-in-law into it, demanding her opinion on whether Luo Ange was gay.

She smiled at me: “Miss, you’re the best judge of whether the young master is gay.”

Luo Ange cleared his throat, put down his chopsticks, and coldly stared at them: “I should call Dr. Brad. There are three lunatics here, and they’re beyond cure.”

The three men looked horrified and quickly left.

They thought I couldn’t hear, so they spoke without restraint. I had already been laughing uncontrollably and had to pinch my thigh to keep them from noticing.

They were so clueless, especially Luo Ange.

Afraid I’d slip up, I found an excuse to go upstairs.

Back in my room, my frantic heartbeat wouldn’t calm. I realized that after completely giving up on suicide, I actually felt a little reluctant to leave this man.

Along with my reluctance, I saw that the biggest reason I once wanted to die was because he had deceived me.