"I refuse!"
Zhu Ju's voice wasn't loud, nor did it carry any intense emotion, yet it sent a chill through Zhou Ruxuan's heart.
"Wh-Why?"
She turned her head to look at him, her voice trembling.
"I thought... I thought our relationship was... was good."
Zhou Ruxuan had to admit it.
When they first met, her intentions had indeed been somewhat pragmatic.
But after so many years together, even though it was never formalized, she had in fact come to see herself as a woman of the Zhu Family.
In the eyes of others, she was Zhu Ju's wife.
Family is family.
Putting herself in his shoes, if Zhu Ju needed her to do something, Zhou Ruxuan would absolutely never refuse.
Pure Yang Qi was a good thing; it could help a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist achieve a breakthrough. But with Zhu Ju's current age and Cultivation, it was unlikely he would reach Seventh-Grade Perfection before thirty, so theoretically, he had no use for it.
"I'm your intended wife..."
"I never agreed to that."
