The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 482 - 481: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (6)

Chapter 482: Chapter 481: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (6)
"Why can’t it be used? This golden hairpin suits you well."
"No, no it can’t..."
"Why can’t it? If I say it can, it can."
"If I say it can’t, it can’t. Sir, I really can’t accept it."
"..."
"..."
The two of them were going back and forth, one insisting on giving the gift, and the other firmly refusing to accept it.
So Hua Hua witnessed this amusing scene — Song Wei tried to avoid being caught by Jun Yu, who was eager to give her the golden hairpin, as she kept moving towards the door in an attempt to escape.
Jun Yu was relentless in his pursuit to gift the golden hairpin, pushing her all the way to the door without giving up. As he watched Song Wei about to be driven out the door, Jun Yu still showed no signs of stopping.
In the end, Song Wei had to run out to hide.
"Stop, stop, stop..." Jun Yu urgently grabbed Song Wei’s hand, pulling her back, "Miss Song, it’s already late. It’s not safe for a woman to run outside at night. Since you’re insistent on not wanting the golden hairpin, I’ll keep it."
Jun Yu tucked the golden hairpin into his sleeve, no longer forcing Song Wei to accept it. However, he looked somewhat disappointed — the disappointment of being rejected.
The flickering candlelight inside the room elongated the shadow of Jun Yu with his lowered head, casting a long shadow filled with a sense of loss.
It seemed as though his shadow inexplicably exuded a deep sense of melancholy.
Seeing this, Song Wei felt a slight pang of regret but she still did not change her mind.
"Alright, Miss Song, you should get some rest early. I’m heading back," Jun Yu said, staring at his toes, "It’s alright if you won’t accept the golden hairpin, but don’t refuse the other jewelry. Keep them all."
Jun Yu seemed a bit regretful, saying, "You’ve cared for me for so long, and apart from these gold and silver items, I have nothing else to give you."
"Alright, I’m leaving."
Jun Yu left.
Song Wei couldn’t tell if it was just her imagination, but she felt Jun Yu’s figure was also filled with deep disappointment.
How much sadness and grief does this person carry?
To have it reflected in his entire being, even in his shadow?
It made her feel somewhat guilty and ashamed.
Even though she hadn’t done anything, merely refused something that wasn’t hers, why did she feel so guilty and ashamed?
Song Wei shook her head and closed the door.
Hua Hua came forward and helped Song Wei to sit on the bed, saying, "Miss, the sir has given you so many beautiful pieces of jewelry, you should be happy. Why are you still so despondent?"
Song Wei said, "I won’t take what I haven’t earned. I’ve been grateful enough that he helped me pay the rent."
"You saved his life before," Hua Hua said confidently, "Accepting his gifts now is only right. You don’t need to overthink; all of this is what you deserve."
"Hua Hua, that’s not how things work," Song Wei said, "I saved him willingly without seeking any return. Besides, I almost hit him with something first."
"Miss..." Hua Hua was anxious.
How can her miss be so clueless?
Not taking money? Not accepting gifts? Isn’t this foolish? It’s unclear what she thinks about all day.
"Sigh..." Hua Hua shook her head repeatedly, very disapproving of such behavior.
Song Wei said, "You, stop shaking your head and hurry to sleep!"
As for the jewelry given by Jun Yu, Song Wei planned to exchange it for silver in a few days and buy Jun Yu an equally valuable gift to return.
...
After Jun Yu returned, he sat on the bedside for a while looking at the golden hairpin shaped like a peony flower, then fell asleep.
He placed the golden hairpin beside his pillow, taking a moment to look at it before sleeping.
He fell asleep with a faint smile, but shortly after sleeping, he had nightmares.
He dreamt of the day he was in a sea of fire, thick smoke everywhere, huge tongues of flame spreading to him, burning his hair, while things aflame fell from above, landing on his face, immediately scarring and burning off half his face.
This scene is his greatest nightmare buried deep within, one he doesn’t dare recall or face.
But it appeared once more in his dreams.
The flames seemed to scorch his skin once again.
He felt intense pain all over his body. That warm thick smoke was like an invisible hand, tightening around his throat, making it hard to breathe.
He was about to suffocate and die.
He was in deep anguish.
He let out heartbreaking cries.
He kept shouting for help, but nobody saved him.
"Help..."
"Help..."
He persistently shouted, pleading the gods for a chance at life.
Yet looking around, all that awaited him was a dead end.
It hurt, his whole body hurt everywhere.
"Ah ah ah..."
"Help..."
...
Jun Yu was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up.
He again truly felt the scorching heat of the flames in the dream, repeatedly calling for help.
The noise was loud, attracting a passing waiter.
The waiter thought bandits had invaded, hurriedly went in to check, but saw no bandits, only Jun Yu submerged in sweat, unable to wake up from the nightmare.
He couldn’t help the guest, only call for his friends and family for help.
With this thought, the waiter knocked on Song Wei’s door next door, "Miss Song, are you there? Please open the door."
Song Wei was awakened by the noise, just about to get up to look, but Hua Hua, sleeping beside her, held her down and said, "Miss, you sleep, I’ll check."
Hua Hua put on clothes, rubbed her eyes, and opened the door, puzzled asking the waiter, "Waiter, what’s wrong at this late hour?"
"Is Miss Song here? Your Ah Yu has a nightmare, it’s severe, you quickly check on him!" the waiter muttered at the door, "Seeing you and Ah Yu always together for months, like a couple."
"Why sleep separately? Now your husband has a nightmare like that, you can’t take care of him."
"Miss Song, your husband’s situation is serious, I suggest paying more attention."
Song Wei: "..."
"What are you babbling?" Hua Hua was awakened by the waiter’s words, "My miss isn’t married yet?"
"Oh..." the waiter replied, "But I see your miss and the young lad next door share good rapport, if not married, then surely an engaged couple?"
Hua Hua: "..."
"What nonsense are you speaking?" Hua Hua fumed, she wished to thrash the waiter, he’s spouting anything he pleases!
A young lady’s reputation is essential.
The waiter wanted to say more, but Song Wei promptly intervened, "Waiter, we know, thank you for telling us, you go ahead."
Only then did the waiter leave.
Song Wei dressed and went next door to see Jun Yu.
As soon as she opened the door, she heard Jun Yu’s anguished pleas for help, the sound incredibly harrowing, as if the one pleading was trapped in a fiery abyss, in unbearable pain.
Just listening to the sound, Song Wei’s heart felt uneasy.