The yandere president's boyfriend!

Chapter 139 "Jealous?"

As night falls and the lights come on, in a corner of the ancient city, hidden among the dim lights, lies an unknown and elegant little building.

The moonlight shines through the carved wooden window, falling on a pair of figures, one cold and one warm, interweaving into a complex and incomprehensible picture.

The city lord, the supreme ruler of this ancient city, at this moment put aside his usual majesty, and a rare complex emotion appeared on his face.

The person sitting opposite him was the city's new and popular actress, Mo Xuan. Mo Xuan was different from ordinary actors. He had a pair of eyes that could see into people's hearts, and a temperament that shone brightly on the stage but was as calm as water off the stage.

"Lord City Lord, this money is indeed a generous gift from you to support my study of drama abroad." Mo Xuan's voice was gentle and firm, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if it could easily melt all the ice and frost in the world.

"Besides, you said yourself that you have no interest in men's love. So, aren't your actions tonight superfluous? Will they make people misunderstand that you are...jealous?"

"Jealous?" The city lord repeated these two words, his heart seemed to be hit by a huge rock, causing ripples.

He never thought that a person as hard-hearted as himself would be associated with the word "jealousy".

At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, stronger and clearer than ever before.

My heart was shocked, and I finally understood why I was so angry.

It turned out that he was jealous.

He slowly raised his head and his gaze fell on Mo Xuan again.

In the moonlight, he had neat short hair and wore a well-cut suit. He retained the gentleness of an oriental man and added a bit of exotic elegance.

This Mo Xuan was completely different from his cheongsam-clad, stunning appearance on stage, yet equally captivating. He was like an exquisite doll, both out of reach and yet inviting to approach and play with.

The city lord felt mixed emotions. He realized that he might really have fallen in love with this little actor. This emotion came so suddenly and so strongly that it caught him off guard.

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Since that night, the relationship between the city lord and Mo Xuan has quietly changed.

The city lord began to appear frequently in Mo Xuan's cottage, either to watch him rehearse or to sit quietly by and listen to him talk about the wonders and differences of overseas dramas.

Mo Xuan seemed happy to share all this with the city lord. His eyes sparkled with a desire for knowledge, a love for art, and curiosity about the unknown world.

"You know what? In the West, drama is not just a performance, it's a release of emotions and a collision of ideas."

Mo Xuan's voice was full of passion, and his words were like a gentle spring breeze, quietly nourishing the city lord's dry heart.

As the city lord listened, he felt an unprecedented warmth in his heart.

He began to try to understand Mo Xuan's world and appreciate art forms that he had never been exposed to.

In the process, he found that he was becoming less and less like the cold-blooded city lord, but an ordinary person with flesh and blood and emotional needs.

However, the good times did not last long. As the relationship between the two grew closer, rumors began to spread in the ancient city.

Some mocked the city lord for disregarding his status by associating with actors, while others speculated whether Mo Xuan had ulterior motives, seeking to curry favor with the powerful. These rumors, like sharp blades, gradually shattered the harmony between the two.

Finally one day, the city lord faced unprecedented questioning and opposition in the court.

He was angry, but also helpless. He knew he had to make a choice: to continue to protect this precious relationship, or to sacrifice his personal happiness for the greater good.

That night, the moonlight was still there, but the atmosphere in the cottage was unusually heavy.

The city lord and Mo Xuan sat opposite each other in silence for a long time.

"Mo Xuan, I..." The city lord finally spoke, but his voice was choked.

"I may not be able to accompany you like before. I am the mayor of the city. I have my responsibilities and my mission."

When Mo Xuan heard this, a trace of imperceptible loss flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"My Lord City Lord, I have never thought of restraining you. Your world is so vast, and I am but an actor. I am truly fortunate to have your favor."

His words were gentle yet firm, as if he had anticipated this moment.

"But," Mo Xuan changed the subject.

"I hope you can remember that no matter where you are, there is a stage in your heart that belongs to me. And I will be here, continuing to sing my play, waiting for your return."

As time passes, the ancient city remains prosperous, and the city lord continues to fulfill his duties, protecting this land and its people.

Mo Xuan continued his dramatic life in the cottage. His fame spread far and wide, and he became a legend in the hearts of countless people.

Occasionally, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, the city lord would stroll alone in the alleys of the ancient city, and the figure of Mo Xuan would always appear in his mind.

The emotion that he once thought he had let go of was actually already deeply engraved in his heart and became an indispensable part of his life.

Until one day, when the city lord stepped into the familiar building again, he saw Mo Xuan rehearsing on the stage.

At that moment, all the noise and chaos seemed to have drifted away from him, leaving only the person in front of him, the person who made his heart beat, made him care, and made him willing to give up everything.

"I'm back." The city lord said softly, as if he was talking to Mo Xuan, or as if he was talking to himself.

Upon hearing this, Mo Xuan stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the city lord.

Tears glistened in his eyes, but more of them were the joy and determination of reunion. "I know."

The city lord stepped forward and held Mo Xuan's hand tightly, "This time, I won't leave again."

Mo Xuan responded with a smile, "Welcome back, my Lord City Lord."

From then on, the city lord and Mo Xuan worked hand in hand to protect this ancient city, and their love story became a legend passed down by people.