Chapter 385: One After Another
Some little puppies act all indifferent on the surface, but then they go home, wash up until they’re sparkling clean, and even put on the vest their female master once complimented before showing up at her door.
Jiang Qingli found it adorable and couldn’t help but smile.
Just as her hand touched the armrest, a nervous voice sounded from behind her. "Miss Jiang, who’s at the door? Opening it now... probably isn’t a good idea, is it?"
Jiang Qingli’s tone was relaxed. "It’s fine. It’s Qin Muye."
Que Feiling panicked, nearly failing to stand up. "It is a problem!"
’This is a huge problem!’
He had wanted to take advantage of Qin Muye’s absence to secretly spend time with Jiang Qingli and deepen their connection.
If Qin Muye caught him, he would be even more on guard in the future, making it nearly impossible to get close to Jiang Qingli again!
’But he couldn’t just tell Jiang Qingli the real reason...’
’It would be like a confession.’
’Confessing in a situation like this was too casual. Besides, this was the Lower District, not the Upper City District. Even flowers were a rare sight here. It was completely inappropriate...’
Que Feiling was incredibly vexed.
’Why was the setting always so wrong whenever he ran into his crush!’
’He had lived a pampered life since he was a child and rarely had any troubles. He never expected his love life would be so difficult...’
The door was knocked on twice more.
Que Feiling braced himself and came up with a random excuse. "Miss Jiang, uh... my relationship with Qin Muye, you... you know how it is... If he finds me here with you, he’ll definitely get the wrong idea!"
"That’s true, I suppose." Jiang Qingli thought for a moment, then pointed to the window. "Can you fly out?"
"I... I haven’t fully recovered yet. Besides, Beastification is forbidden in the rest area." Que Feiling rubbed the tip of his nose. "Sorry."
But when he walked to the window, Que Feiling discovered there was a gap between the two layers of curtains and the window itself—just enough space for a person to hide.
So, after getting Jiang Qingli’s permission, Que Feiling drew the curtains and hid himself securely away.
Jiang Qingli turned on the light.
The swaying of the curtains stopped.
The room was so tidy it looked as if she were the only one there.
Opening the door, Qin Muye’s breathing hitched. "Were you in the shower?"
"Just finished."
As soon as Jiang Qingli answered, the young man strode into the room, closing the door behind him with a backward flick of his hand. At the same time, he wrapped one arm around her waist and leaned in to demand a kiss.
The thought that someone was standing behind the curtain, possibly even staring at them right this second, made the tips of Jiang Qingli’s ears burn. She felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Just as their lips were about to touch, Jiang Qingli pressed both hands against Qin Muye’s chest and took a step back to create some distance, putting on a very prim and proper act. "Is there something you need?"
Qin Muye hadn’t been alone with her in a long time.
Seeing her like this now, he just found her utterly adorable. He chuckled and reminded her, "Weren’t you the one who asked me to come?"
Jiang Qingli: "..."
’That was true, but she couldn’t show him the "surprise" right now.’
She cleared her throat. "What I meant was, what did you want to ask me?"
Qin Muye’s mind was filled with the memory of that soft touch from a moment ago. Now, watching her crimson lips part and close, he felt his heart race.
It took him several seconds to realize what she was saying.
He was just about to speak when his brows furrowed tightly, his voice turning urgent and worried. "Are you hurt?"
Perhaps her earlier movements had been too large, or maybe the bathrobe’s material was too loose, because the robe wrapped around Jiang Qingli had come slightly open.
Qin Muye’s gaze immediately fell on the faint hint of red visible underneath.
More than worrying about any love rivals, he was far more concerned about Jiang Qingli’s safety. He fired off questions as he pulled her toward the sofa, wanting to get a closer look.
"No, I’m not..."
Jiang Qingli followed his gaze and suddenly realized Qin Muye had seen the shoulder strap of the garment she wore under her bathrobe.
Her fair face instantly flushed crimson, and Jiang Qingli raised her voice. "I’m not hurt!"
"Your word doesn’t count. It only counts after I’ve personally checked and confirmed it."
Qin Muye huffed, pulling her onto his lap. He secured one hand behind her waist while the other reached for the tie of her bathrobe.
Afraid he would suddenly start something, even Jiang Qingli, who was used to handling intense situations, was startled. Her voice trembled. "I-I’m really not hurt! Qin Muye—"
Her frantic protests were effective.
Qin Muye did indeed stop.
But Jiang Qingli noticed that his brow was now furrowed even more tightly.
The young man pressed his nose against her and sniffed for a few seconds. He suddenly looked up, his sharp, gray-blue eyes locking onto the girl, filled with a mix of accusation and grievance.
Jiang Qingli’s heart skipped a beat.
Before she had time to think, Qin Muye snatched the thin blanket from the sofa and threw it over her, wrapping her up so tightly that not even a strand of hair was visible.
Then, bracing one hand on the back of the sofa, he vaulted over to the other side and yanked the curtains open with a powerful tug!
Jiang Qingli: !!!
The entire sequence took less than three seconds.
Jiang Qingli didn’t even get a clear look at his figure.
Behind the curtain, Que Feiling still wore an expression of annoyance that he hadn’t had time to wipe away when Qin Muye grabbed him by the collar, a furious fist slamming heavily into his face!
Que Feiling and Qin Muye had fought each other many times; fighting had practically become muscle memory for him.
But just as he raised his hand to retaliate, he heard Jiang Qingli’s sharp command and forced himself to stop.
As a result, by the time Jiang Qingli came over to pull them apart, Que Feiling had already taken three or four punches.
"Stop fighting! Stop it!" Jiang Qingli grabbed Qin Muye’s arm, her voice rising. "Qin Muye!"
After she yelled at him, Qin Muye reluctantly withdrew his hand. With a sour expression, he replied, "I’m here. I’m not deaf."
Que Feiling scoffed, "Getting violent in front of your female master. How impressive of you, Prince."
"Not as impressive as you," Qin Muye sneered. "Willing to do anything to seduce another man’s wife."
"The Prince even knows how to use idioms now?" Since he couldn’t refute the fact, Que Feiling changed the subject, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Such a significant improvement in your education. Truly, congratulations are in order."
Veins pulsed on Qin Muye’s forehead in anger. "Are you fucking looking to die? Believe it or not, I’ll beat you right back into the ICU!"
Normally, Que Feiling, still holding onto the hope of getting along with his future "Beast Husband colleague," wouldn’t have let things escalate.
But now, having his intentions exposed by her main husband in front of the female he had a crush on, Que Feiling couldn’t maintain his composure any longer.
The red-haired young man curled his lip and glared back, accepting the challenge. "Fine. Don’t you dare chicken out."
Seeing the situation escalating beyond her expectations, Jiang Qingli stepped between them, pushing them apart with her hands. "Stop getting physical. You both just got out of the hospital."
She looked at Qin Muye and explained, "Que Feiling was just here to bring me a gift..."
Qin Muye glanced at the Ruby decoration on the table and sneered. "Trying to buy your way in with this kind of junk. How pathetic."
Que Feiling was deeply provoked by this remark. "Who are you calling pathetic!"
Qin Muye: "Whoever’s squawking, that’s who."
Que Feiling: "You! I’m a bird!"
’In his entire life, this was the first time anyone had ever called him a pathetic chicken!’
He took a step forward, but Jiang Qingli looked at him. "Que Feiling, Qin Muye is in a bad mood right now. His words might be a bit offensive, but he doesn’t mean it..."
Hearing this, Que Feiling suddenly felt a sour pang in his heart.
Although Jiang Qingli was trying to mediate their fight, it was obvious her heart leaned toward Qin Muye.
’This was just too disheartening.’
’His and Jiang Qingli’s Match Value was as high as 95%, only 1% lower than Qin Muye’s, yet their treatment was worlds apart...’
’Was it just because he was late?’
A hint of gloom appeared in Que Feiling’s eyes, and his posture was no longer so confrontational.
Qin Muye raised an eyebrow, about to utter a few taunts, but was interrupted.
KNOCK KNOCK.
There were a few knocks at the door.
Through the door, the Gray Wolf Butler’s voice rang out—
"Miss, are you asleep?"