I Only Marry Widows-Chapter 477 - 85: Let Him Have His Way

"But you’ve always been important to me from the beginning, not someone dispensable. Otherwise, how could I have kept you by my side all this time?"

Lu Chengfeng said seriously, "This time I plan to take over the Red County. If anything goes wrong, I might never return. You are my only regret in this life, so I want to marry you."

"Senior Sister, I’m serious. Please say yes, okay?"

"If you don’t come back, you want to make me a widow, is that it?" Du Mengyan sneered and said, "Is this what you call love? You know you might not survive, yet you want to possess me first and leave me widowed when you die?"

Lu Chengfeng felt as if he were a mute person forced to swallow bitter herbs, unable to articulate his feelings. It seemed whatever he said would be met with her angry counterattack. He could only say helplessly, "Senior Sister, you deeply misunderstand me. I never intended..."

"Then what do you mean?" Du Mengyan interrupted him bluntly, "I, Du Mengyan, am also innocent, self-taught in Destiny Law and Meditated on the Path of the Celestial Human. Even if I’m not on par with you, I should be among the few in the Thirteen States of the Red County."

"Do I not deserve to marry a husband who cherishes and loves me? Have you ever counted how many women you have? How dare you make me one of your harem?"

"Even if I once had feelings for you, I’m not obligated to marry you. Why do you treat me so poorly?"

Lu Chengfeng instantly found himself out of words. Given Du Mengyan’s beauty, figure, demeanor, skills, and background, if she wanted to find a man, countless men would queue up.

He alone had eighty-one Guardian True Spirits, alongside entanglements with Qi Lingxi, Zhu Yuxian, and Chu Zhihe.

One could say he had the equivalent of three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines, no different from an emperor.

In such circumstances, he had the audacity to demand Du Mengyan marry him, which indeed lacked principle.

However...

If he couldn’t win her over, his life truly would be in jeopardy, and so would all the Guardian True Spirits and all living beings in the Thirteen States of the Red County; everyone would perish together.

He was out of options. With a thud, he knelt on one knee, hugging the woman’s thigh, crying and pleading, "Senior Sister, if you don’t marry me, I can’t survive. I can’t live without you!"

"Please, marry me!"

Du Mengyan felt utterly bewildered. How could she have predicted this man to have such a shameless, persistent side?

In her eyes, the previous Lu Chengfeng was always the elegant, graceful young man who could capture the enemy commander from amidst countless troops without getting a drop of blood on himself.

He was resourceful, excelled in martial arts, was fiercely loyal to his sect, and was responsible and dependable.

Even the branch of Jade Dragon Mountain back then was his creation.

But now, looking at this guy clinging to her thigh unwilling to let go...

She felt herself in chaos. Were these two really the same person? 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"You, get up, let’s talk it over properly."

Seeing Lu Chengfeng refusing to release her leg, even daring to let his hand wander indiscreetly up her thigh, Du Mengyan couldn’t hold back any longer and reprimanded, "If you keep acting this way, don’t blame me for being impolite."

"Senior Sister, just hit me, scold me. In the past, everything was my fault. If hitting or scolding me makes you happy and vents your anger, I am willing." Lu Chengfeng said as he shamelessly clung to her.

Du Mengyan slapped his hand away as it touched her hip, gritting her teeth as she said, "If you keep it up, don’t expect me to marry you."

Lu Chengfeng, hearing this, immediately showed a look of joy on his face, "Senior Sister, by saying this, are you willing to marry me?"

Du Mengyan felt extremely uncomfortable inside; she truly loved this man, especially that night twelve years ago when this rascal took advantage of her during a sword borrowing, stealing her first kiss and more...

And even slapped her on the hip.

Until now, she couldn’t forget the feeling of that red-faced, heartbeat-drum-like moment, as if her heart were about to leap out of her throat, both dashing and tense, with a hint of indescribable... liking...

Back then, as a youth in thin garments, in the moonlight, the elegant young man defeated her with one sword, calmly telling her the next day’s plan to break through a massive army alone.

His tone was calm, composed, as if eight thousand cavalry were merely a flick of a hand, and countless troops were like dust.

Du Mengyan could never forget how she refused so resolutely at that time, and how he domineeringly held her in his arms and took liberties, then... she lost all resistance...

She could only let him do as he pleased.

What happened afterward not only earned him fame in the Martial World, shaking the heavens, but also made this man occupy her heart completely.

She stood on the cliff then, looking at the young man on a white horse with an iron spear, ancient sword at his waist, facing eight thousand cavalry, calmly crossing the river.

Then, entering and exiting seven times, slaying the enemy leader, sweeping through countless troops, blood flowing along the Three Rivers.

With one battle, he shook the heavens!

From then on, Jade Dragon Mountain was established, and no one dared to offend.

"Since then, did I fall in love with him?" Du Mengyan thought to herself, so how could she easily let go of him as she claimed?