“Uhh…”
Ling’er hadn’t expected her sword strike to accidentally kill the man.
Her face went pale as she retrieved her spiritual sword and looked anxiously at her mistress.
“Miss, I…”
Liu Yingfeng frowned slightly and said….
“Forget it. Dead is dead. It doesn’t matter.”
Lin Wuming looked down at the corpse on the floor, his expression flickering with confusion and suspicion.
“You said… he was from the Lin family of Luoshui City?”
“That’s right.”
Liu Yingfeng nodded.
The Lin family would never expect that she had already planted spies in every corner of their estate.
She received updates about every single movement within the clan almost instantly.
Tonight, when this assassin left the Lin residence and sneaked toward the residence of the brilliant young man who’d stolen the spotlight during the day’s event, she had acted immediately.
She had a deep admiration for that young man’s talent—it would be too much of a tragedy for him to die so young.
So she had rushed over with Ling’er to intervene.
And sure enough, the assassin had come to kill him.
But… why would the Lin family want to assassinate him?
Liu Yingfeng couldn’t understand.
Could it really be that a supposedly reputable family was so petty and jealous of a young genius who had won first place at the music competition?
Even if the Lin family had fallen from grace, weren’t they above such things?
“Young master, do you know why the Lin family wants to kill you?”
Still confused, she decided to ask directly.
Lin Wuming fell silent.
To be honest, he didn’t quite know either.
Sure, he had run away from home, but… was it really such a crime that it warranted assassination?
“I’m not sure either,” he replied with a bitter smile.
“Maybe they think I’ve shamed the family and want to preserve their honor?”
His tone was clearly sarcastic—but it made Liu Yingfeng freeze in place.
Wait—was he saying he was from the Lin family?
Something suddenly felt very wrong.
“May I ask your name, young master?”
She tried to probe a little further.
Lin Wuming blinked, then smiled.
“Oh right, after meeting so many times, we still don’t know each other’s names.”
“I am Lin Wuming. And may I ask, young lady, your esteemed name…?”
“Lin… Lin Wuming?!”
Liu Yingfeng’s mouth half-opened as she stood frozen, stunned for several long seconds.
Beside her, Ling’er gasped and covered her face, utterly dumbfounded.
“Uh… Miss? Missy? Pretty lady?”
Lin Wuming scratched his head.
What’s going on?
Was his name that unpleasant?
He actually thought it was a pretty good name…
Liu Yingfeng took a few steps back.
‘So he’s Lin Wuming?’
She suddenly recalled all of her earlier thoughts—and felt utterly mortified.
Even the Sea Crystal Jade had been gifted to this very man.
Now that she thought about it… perhaps everything had been fate all along.
She, Liu Yingfeng, was destined to marry this Lin Wuming.
She took a deep breath, straightened herself, adjusted her hair at the temples, and said softly with a flushed face.
“Young master… my name is Liu Yingfeng.”
After saying it, her cheeks burned.
She glanced nervously at the young man before her, awaiting his reaction.
He must be shocked, finding out that someone he had met a few times was actually his fiancée, right?
But Lin Wuming just stared at the powerhouse who had suddenly appeared and saved his life.
He didn’t know what was going on.
Why was her demeanor suddenly… different?
“Oh!”
Suddenly, Lin Wuming had a flash of realization.
Now he understood.
“Liu Yingfeng… a beautiful name! Truly elegant!”
She must be waiting for him to praise her name!
“…”
“Um… Young master, I said my name is Liu Yingfeng…”
“Hm? Yes, it’s a beautiful and poetic name. I really like it.”
Lin Wuming blinked innocently, puzzled by the awkward mood shift.
He was complimenting her name.
Why did she seem displeased?
Ling’er rolled her eyes.
“Miss… I think he doesn’t even remember your name…”
Liu Yingfeng’s eye twitched.
She puffed out her cheeks and looked at Lin Wuming with a slightly aggrieved expression.
Lin Wuming grew even more confused.
What was happening?
Was there something wrong with the name Liu Yingfeng?
Was he supposed to say it sounded bad?
Sigh… Ling’er shook her head, her face full of helplessness.
“This man is hopeless…”
“Young Master Lin.”
The words were squeezed through gritted teeth.
“Do you not remember… that you once had a marriage contract?”
“Marriage contract?”
Lin Wuming tilted his head and thought for a while before realization struck.
“Oh, right… I think there was something like that. But… how do you know?”
Liu Yingfeng’s chest heaved as she tried to calm herself.
‘Be elegant. Be elegant. This is your future husband—you must leave a good impression.’
“Let’s not worry about how I know. Can you recall… who the betrothal was with?”
“Uhh…”
Lin Wuming blinked several times.
This… wasn’t this the kind of setup where the girl was supposed to show up just to break off the engagement, only to get publicly embarrassed?
Did he really need to remember the name?
He hadn’t paid much attention at the time.
He just wrote a dismissal letter and sent it off.
He didn’t even write the girl’s name in it.
After wracking his brain, he vaguely remembered that the girl was from some noble family in the capital.
Seemed like…
Oh yeah. The Liu family!
‘Liu… family…?!’
Lin Wuming was stunned.
No way…
There’s no way it’s that much of a coincidence, right?
But Liu Yingfeng’s glare already carried a bit of playful resentment.
“That’s right, Young Master Lin . The girl in that engagement agreement… was me. A no-name nobody—sorry for making you remember such a trivial name…”
“Uhh… you’re called Liu… something Feng, right?”
Lin Wuming asked weakly.
Liu Yingfeng nearly exploded.
If Ling’er hadn’t been pulling her back, she would’ve shown him just how painful a few punches to the chest could be.
Ling’er tugged her mistress back and gave Lin Wuming a look filled with awe and disbelief.
‘To actually make the usually cold-hearted miss this angry… this young master is truly in a league of his own.’
But maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.
Her mistress was usually too reserved, too quiet.
Even though she was fuming now, she seemed much livelier—and cuter.
Otherwise, if both people were cold and emotionless… life together would be so dull.
All they could do would be… make babies. Nothing else. Boring.
After a while, Liu Yingfeng calmed down again.
She took a deep breath and said,
“In short, that’s the situation. Let’s reintroduce ourselves. I’m Liu Yingfeng—your fiancée. I’ve come to Luoshui City this time to marry you.”
Upon hearing this, Lin Wuming hadn’t yet reacted.
But He Yingying, standing nearby, was already dumbfounded.
‘Senior Brother… has a fiancée?’
This… this couldn’t be!
She hadn’t even had the chance to start trying—was she already the loser in this love triangle?
No! She had to get to the bottom of this!
“Senior Brother, this marriage contract… what exactly is going on?”
She frowned, looking seriously at Lin Wuming.
Lin Wuming was just as dazed.
How could he have expected that despite sending a dismissal letter, his never-before-met fiancée would still track him down—
And not to break things off, but to… get married?
Wasn’t the usual plotline something like: beautiful noble girl refuses to marry weak trash heir and shows up to cancel the engagement, only to be humiliated later?
This…