After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 122 From now on you will no longer suffer.

"Nameless~" Lin Qianqian's eyes widened in shock, a warm current welling up in her heart, filled with gratitude. Her lips trembled slightly, her voice trembling with a hint of tears as she softly called out, "Nameless~" In this call, there was gratitude for Nameless standing up to protect her, as well as an unconscious dependence, as if at this moment, as long as Nameless was there, she was not afraid of anything.

Murong Yi's face was filled with shock and anger. Her finger trembled as she pointed at Wuming and shouted, "You—"

Nameless was fearless, his gaze sharp as he firmly declared, "I will not let you hurt her." With that, he forcefully yanked his wrist away from Murong Yi's, giving her a warning look as he stared at her.

Seeing this, Su Wan'er hurriedly stepped forward to support Murong Yi, then raised her eyebrows and shrieked at Wuming, "You wild man, how dare you disrespect the prince! I think you don't want to live anymore!"

This remark completely enraged Lin Qianqian. Her eyes widened in fury as she stared directly at Su Wan'er and shouted, "Su Wan'er, shut up! I'm warning you, if you dare to be rude to him again, I won't let you off!"

Su Wan'er was speechless for a moment after being rebuked, only managing to utter one sentence: "You~"

Lin Qianqian's chest heaved slightly as she continued, "No matter what happens, no matter what others think, I'm keeping him. If you're not satisfied, go tell the Empress Dowager! Humph!"

After saying that, she grabbed Wuming's hand without hesitation, turned to give Xiaodie a wink, and the three of them strode out together.

As Lin Qianqian passed by Murong Yi, she deliberately glanced at him and let out a heavy snort to express her dissatisfaction and disdain.

Su Wan'er, standing to the side, began to fan the flames again: "Your Highness, look at her—she's getting more and more outrageous!"

Murong Yi seemed not to hear, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. Watching Lin Qianqian tightly holding onto Wuming's increasingly distant and intimate figure, a pang of sadness involuntarily welled up in the depths of his eyes, as if an invisible force was stirring within his heart.

That bittersweet feeling was like a sharp hook, gently tugging at his heartstrings, gradually enveloping his heart, which had been burning with anger, in an indescribable emotion. His lips trembled slightly, yet stubbornly pressed into a straight line, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Xiaodie looked worried, tugged at Lin Qianqian's sleeve, and whispered, "Miss, won't the Prince harm us if we do this?"

Lin Qianqian raised her chin slightly and said nonchalantly, "Who cares! I'm not afraid of him now! No one can stop me, Lin Qianqian, from doing what I want to do!"

Then, as if remembering something, she turned to Wuming, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and surprise: "Wuming, so you can talk! I thought you were mute."

Wuming lowered his head slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and weary: "I lost both my parents at a young age and could only wander the streets, starving and homeless. Later, an uncle took me in, and I was overjoyed, thinking I could finally live a stable life. But I never imagined it would be the beginning of a nightmare. He treated me like a slave, beating me at the slightest provocation. I had to perform for him every day. If I performed well, I might get a scrap of food; if I failed, I would have to endure the long, dark nights on an empty stomach. In those dark days, I lived not like a human being, but like a beast at the mercy of others. Until I met you, Miss, you unhesitatingly extended a helping hand to me, rescuing me from that endless abyss. I, Wuming, will forever remember your great kindness and will repay you with the greatest gratitude in this life." As he spoke, he raised his head, looking at Lin Qianqian with sincere and firm eyes, his eyes filled with gratitude and loyalty.

As Lin Qianqian listened to Wuming's story, she felt an overwhelming bitterness and heartache, and her eyes reddened slightly.

She held Wuming's hand tightly, as if trying to transfer all her warmth and strength to him, and said in a firm yet gentle tone, "Wuming, the pain of the past is over. From now on, as long as I, Lin Qianqian, am here, I will never let you suffer like that again. I will protect you, and no matter what we face, I will bear it with you. From now on, you will no longer be a lonely person who can be bullied by others, but a friend and family member that I, Lin Qianqian, cherish. I will give you a stable home, so that you can truly feel the kindness and warmth of the world."