Chapter 8: I Am Pure_1

Ye Che's hand holding the belt paused slightly as he scanned the guests outside the door, eventually resting his gaze on Xia Weiyi's face.

His words were pronounced clearly and deliberately, "But... I am a virgin, pure and chaste, please do not hurt me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was dumbstruck, including Xia Weiyi, who was wide-eyed and speechless with a stunned expression.

A virgin? Or acting like a virgin?

Why couldn't she see any hint of purity in him, but instead a face full of shamelessness?

Xia Weiyi's dumbstruck look made the coldness in Ye Che's eyes fade, turning tender as he extended his arm to wrap around her waist, pulling both her and the blanket into his embrace.

"Yiyi, I've taken care of you for so many years. You lived in my house, used my things, wore my clothes, spent my money, and in the end, even slept with me... Not only are you not grateful, but you also took advantage of the situation while drunk, and devoured me?"

"To be devoured is to be devoured. After all, my first time was with your first time, neither of us is at a loss... But, to think you would attempt to slip away in front of so many people, wearing a dress?"

"Little thing, do you really think your brother's fine body is so casually seen, touched, and used by others?"

He laughed, cocky and devilishly charming, with an underlying hint of noble indolence and decadence in his breath.

His tone was neither hurried nor slow. It was difficult to tell whether his expression, half mocking and half serious, suggested jest or melancholy.

But as soon as these mournful words were spoken, the expressions on everyone's faces froze as if struck by lightning.

His first time, with her first time? And a fine body?

Could the rhythm not be so upbeat? Was Ye Che announcing to the whole world that he, after living twenty-four years, was still a fledgling?

Xia Weiyi's eyes brimmed with grievance. She was the one who had bled and wept, so why did her brother have to wear that look of a virtuous woman having been desecrated, as if coerced into a den of brigands?

"But... but we grew up together, you are my sworn brother..."

"Right, a sworn brother..." Ye Che nodded and, the next second, shamelessly spread his hands: "Just reverse it and it makes sense..."

Xia Weiyi... Brother... Sworn?

...

Leaving the room and returning to the banquet hall, Xu Mao's face was constantly troubled, and seeing his daughter with red-rimmed eyes on the side only added to his frustration.

"Madam Ye, it's a double blessing for you. Perhaps it won't be long before I'll be attending Ye Che and Xia Weiyi's wedding feast."

Madam Ye was already dissatisfied with Xia Weiyi, and Xu Mao's sarcastic remark only made her look even more displeased.

"What wedding feast to drink? Xia Weiyi wanting to be my granddaughter-in-law is out of the question!" With that, Madam Ye took Xu Ziqing's hand and immediately became amiable: "The mistress of the Ye Family, after all, should be like Ziqing, graceful and refined, with both beauty and intelligence."

"Ziqing, tell grandma, do you like Ye Che?"

A blush appeared on Xu Ziqing's face, but the next second she deflated: "What does it matter if I like him? He's still determined to marry Xia Weiyi."

Madam Ye, however, was unfazed and assuredly patted her chest: "As long as you like Ye Che, that's all that matters. Leave the rest to grandma. I'll definitely find ways to bring you two together."