"Do you really have to marry him?" Shao Hengjiang asked intently, setting down the teacup in his hand.
Nangong Yan was determined to hold her ground. It seemed like the man was getting angry, but she was resolute in not bearing his child. She said, "Yes, don't expect me to become your wife. Even if you can possess my body, you will never have my heart. Give up, my heart will always belong to him."
"Good, you've got spirit," Shao Hengjiang stood up.
Nangong Yan didn't know what he meant, and feared he might pounce on her. She was no match for him.
"Stay here," Shao Hengjiang said.
"What do you mean?" Nangong Yan felt that this was not how the story should go. The man was supposed to be in a rage, but he didn't lay a finger on her, nor did he seem angry. Instead, he acted as though nothing had happened, leaving her utterly confused.
"Don't even think about escaping. We're on a boat, unless you wish to drown," he said, then turned and walked away.
