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Chapter 1673 -1666: The Oppressive Feeling From Chu Xi
Su Chenyang didn’t think much, only focused on sprinting with all his strength, his steps steady as he ascended the slide.
Suddenly, a shadow engulfed him from the left. Zuo Fenglin’s eyes were bloodshot, and he lunged onto him, grabbing him by the neck.
“Zuo Fenglin! You…”
Su Chenyang was instantly choked to the point he couldn’t breathe. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free from Zuo Fenglin’s grip.
Zuo Fenglin’s eyes were filled with blood, his mouth constantly growling like a rabid dog.
Zuo Fenglin had completely lost control of himself, his throat emitting a hoarse roar, “Su Chenyang, you can’t win! Die! Just die!”
“Ah—”
Su Chenyang was thrown off the slide by Zuo Fenglin.
His body landed heavily on the grass, uncontrollably coughing up a mouthful of blood and collapsing to one side.
“Chenyang!”
Wu Jinyan watched with a pounding heart, ready to rush toward Su Chenyang immediately.
“Is the madam declaring defeat?”
Zuo Qingqing held her handkerchief, looking regretful.
“You…” Wu Jinyan’s sudden realization struck—the rules set by Chu Heng prohibited halting the competition. Any pause equaled defeat!
Wu Jinyan’s hands went numb as she turned to look at Su Hao. Su Hao had also rushed out but dared not set foot onto the competition grounds.
His brow furrowed deeply as he watched the fallen Su Chenyang. How could he not worry about his son?
Su Chenyang, hurled from such a high slide by Zuo Fenglin, now lay unable to get up, clearly gravely injured!
“Chenyang, can you stand?”
Su Hao stood outside the grounds and shouted.
“Father… I… I’m fine…”
Su Chenyang’s voice was faint and fragmented, and with each word, his chest trembled violently, spitting out more blood.
His chest felt as if it had been shattered, the searing pain making even an attempt to turn over impossible.
Meanwhile, Zuo Fenglin had taken advantage of his fall and ran ahead to complete another lap.
Zuo Fenglin, who was two laps behind, caught up one lap. Now, only one lap remained.
Su Chenyang’s heart burned with urgency; he didn’t want to lose.
He couldn’t lose.
“Chenyang, are you all right?” Even Chu Heng, overseeing the event, furrowed his brows.
When Chu Xi fell earlier, he understood the cause, recognized her personality, and stood in solidarity by opting not to halt the match.
But the severity of Su Chenyang’s injury…
He couldn’t let his uncle and aunt grieve over this.
If his mother were to find out, she wouldn’t be happy either.
Su Chenyang closed his eyes, simply lying for a moment.
He could hear the wind stirred by people running past him—Zuo Fenglin deliberately shouting, “Su Chenyang, you’re doomed to lose!”
Having fallen behind by two laps, Zuo Fenglin had now caught up completely.
He only needed to finish this last lap to defeat Su Chenyang!
He would win honor for the Zuo Residence, and even Chu Xi would have to apologize to him with newfound admiration!
“Ha! Su Chenyang, you’re just so-so.”
Zuo Fenglin sneered arrogantly. The Marquis’s Manor heir, a child prodigy admitted to the College of Imperial Scholars at age seven, was nothing more than a defeated rival under his feet!
Someday, he would be far superior to Su Chenyang!
The crowd assumed Su Chenyang was bound to fail; he couldn’t even stand up.
Chu Xi stood at the finish line. Seeing Zuo Fenglin’s approaching figure from afar, she lowered her lashes and tightly clenched the fabric of her garments.
How unwilling she felt!
To lose like this…
“Su Chenyang, I know you tried your best.” Chu Xi wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her vision blurred.
She could barely see the scene ahead, so when Su Chenyang suddenly dashed forward, overtaking Zuo Fenglin like a miracle, she didn’t catch it clearly.
A gust of wind roared past, lifting Zuo Fenglin’s hem from the storm Su Chenyang created with his burst of speed. It was too late by the time Zuo Fenglin realized it.
Su Chenyang lept into the air, soaring over his head and landing at the finish line using his lightness skill.
“The match is over! Su Chenyang and Chu Xi win!”
Sun Wu announced loudly at the finish line.
“Amazing!”
“Wow! Chenyang Brother won! Princess Xi won! Wow! Wow! Wow!”
Song Huaining jumped up excitedly, pulling Song Qianlin and running toward them as fast as she could!
Blood stained the corner of Su Chenyang’s mouth. Seeing Chu Xi’s tear-blurred eyes, he quickly stepped forward and pulled out a clean handkerchief from his chest. “Princess, don’t cry.”
Don’t shed tears.
He had won.
When Chu Xi wiped her face and could finally see clearly, Su Chenyang’s pale face with bloodstains startled her.
Chu Xi felt a sharp ache at the corner of her eyes, an uncontrollable urge to cry that she struggled to suppress.
But Su Chenyang, breathing faintly, whispered, “Princess, we’ve won. Be happy.”
“Yes… we’ve won.”
She and Su Chenyang had fought with their all and won.
Their victory had been hard-earned, and she wouldn’t celebrate with tears.
“Su Chenyang, thank you.”
Chu Xi cupped his hand and gently planted a kiss on the back of it.
In an instant, Su Chenyang’s hand felt as though it had been set ablaze. A scorching warmth spread throughout his entire body.
His Princess Xi had kissed him.
Su Chenyang stood dazed for quite a while, utterly dumbfounded.
“Brother Chenyang? Brother Chenyang, why are you spacing out!”
“Chenyang Brother! Ah!”
Song Huaining’s voice was ever clear and lively, but Su Chenyang suddenly collapsed.
Before losing consciousness, he only remembered receiving a kiss that set his heart racing.
Su Chenyang was taken away by Wu Jinyan and Su Hao.
Chu Heng and Rong Sheng approached Chu Xi. Chu Heng, concerned, held her hand. “Sister, are you all right?”
Chu Xi shook her head. “I’m fine.”
Now, she would go look at those who owed her an apology and see if they were all right!
Chu Xi walked up to Zuo Fenglin. For reasons unknown, he had collapsed upon crossing the finish line, his eyes wide open, his body convulsing. Although he hadn’t lost consciousness, he was utterly incapable of speech.
His mother wasn’t there. Jiang Shi held him nearby, crying and trembling, while Chu Yifeng’s doctor hurriedly tried to treat him in a chaotic rush.
“Zuo Qingqing, I’ve won.”
Chu Xi stood before the Zuo family, her expression icy, her gaze firm with a drowning superiority.
Yes.
Superiority.
This feeling of being looked down upon by a child deeply unsettled Zuo Qingqing!
Truly, dragons beget dragons, phoenixes birth phoenixes.
A five-year-old Chu Xi actually made her feel oppressed!
When fixed with those eyes, Zuo Qingqing seemed to see a miniature version of Chu Yifeng—violent, ruthless, and filled with a chilling bloodthirsty intent that could tear her apart.
“How terrifying!”
Zuo Qingqing staggered two steps back and dove into Chu Yifeng’s arms. “Your Highness…”
She coquettishly sought his comfort, expecting Chu Yifeng to immediately hold her and soothe her worries, but he didn’t.
Chu Yifeng’s attention was captured by Chu Xi. The icy arrogance in Chu Xi’s gaze evoked a strange sense of familiarity within him, as though this child had been nurtured by him—a feeling akin to the bond that flows thicker than water, altering his emotions profoundly.