Chapter 390: Racing Against Time to Help a Love Rival
That single line of text conveyed an absolutely explosive message.
Below it was a long string of ad slogans. A quick glance revealed a heap of phrases like "Regain Your Vigor," "Interstellar’s Strongest," "Unrivaled," and so on.
Before Qin Muye could get a closer look, a warm, soft, and fragrant body threw itself into his arms.
The girl dove into his embrace, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and looked up at him. "What took you so long?"
Jiang Qingli appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly, she was cringing so hard her toes were curling.
’It’s not like I was actually trying to do anything!’
Last night, Qin Muye had said he would be staying here for the next two days.
On one hand, Jiang Qingli was enjoying being served by the Prince. On the other, she was afraid that after such high-intensity sessions, she’d be completely drained.
So, she had wanted to take the opportunity while Qin Muye was away to secretly... replenish her energy.
But who would have known he’d come back before she even had a chance to drink it...
The worst part was, Qin Muye had picked it up and was looking at it.
Encountering a situation like this for the first time, Jiang Qingli was so embarrassed her face flushed completely red.
But for now, all she could do was force herself to act calm and try to create a diversion.
Jiang Qingli narrowed her eyes, feigning displeasure. "Why aren’t you answering me? Where did you go? Didn’t I say I wanted to see you the moment I woke up?"
She had just finished washing up and was still wearing the nightgown Qin Muye had put on her that morning. From this angle, the red marks from last night’s indulgence were clearly visible.
Qin Muye’s heart melted.
He instinctively hugged the girl tighter, lowered his head to nuzzle his cheek against hers, and kissed the base of her ear. "I was wrong."
"And what were you wrong about?"
As Jiang Qingli asked, her fingers slid down his arm to grasp the hand holding the supplement.
Qin Muye answered obediently, "For not being here when you woke up."
Jiang Qingli tugged at the supplement, but he only tightened his grip.
"What is this?"
Qin Muye was very focused on it. He leaned in, looked into her eyes, and his voice unconsciously dropped lower.
"’What is this?’ What do you mean, ’what is this’?" The moment their eyes met, Jiang Qingli felt a rush of blood to her head, and her voice unconsciously rose. "I-I asked you what you were wrong about, why are you being so passive-aggressive?"
’He obviously saw it, and he still has to ask, ask, ask.’
’This dog has really picked up some bad habits from someone!’
Seemingly stunned by her accusation of being "passive-aggressive," Qin Muye’s fingers went slack.
Jiang Qingli seized the opportunity to snatch the supplement, pulled out of his embrace, and hurried toward the bathroom, declaring with a straight face, "I’m going to take a bath. No peeking!"
Qin Muye instinctively agreed.
Once the door closed, the tall young man squatted down, leaning against it with a complicated expression on his face.
He wasn’t blind; he’d seen those conspicuous words as clear as day.
Nor was he an idiot; he knew that thing was a supplement.
But what left Qin Muye utterly puzzled was, why would Jiang Qingli buy something like this?
It was said that females liked strong males, and Qin Muye considered himself very strong. Besides, Jiang Qingli had always seemed very satisfied before.
Last night, too, her pleasure had been plain to see, her skin flushed a delicate pink.
But for her to suddenly buy this kind of supplement today...
’What does this mean?’
Qin Muye recalled the words on the supplement, and the space between his brows began to twitch.
Suddenly thinking of something, Qin Muye pulled out his terminal, unblocked the red-haired bird-man, and sent a terse message.
Qin Muye: [You there?]
Que Feiling: [?]
Que Feiling: [Miss Jiang?]
Qin Muye: [Wanna die?]
Que Feiling: [...I just figured you’d never unblock me. What do you need?]
Although Que Feiling and Qin Muye were arch-rivals, they were similar in some ways. For instance, after an outburst of anger, it would mostly dissipate; they wouldn’t stew over the same issue again and again.
So, even though they often came to blows initially, they could occasionally exchange a few words calmly.
Qin Muye couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries and got straight to the point: [Website.]
Que Feiling didn’t get it at first: [What website?]
Qin Muye: [Send it or not.]
He couldn’t even be bothered with punctuation. Exchanging these few words with his love rival was already a show of immense patience on his part.
Que Feiling stared at the words for a long moment before it hit him. Back when he was trying to get on Qin Muye’s good side, he had shared a relationship advice website with him.
The website had been founded by a High Level male from the military academy.
Initially, it was for high-status males to share work and Superpower-related experiences. But as membership grew, people started sharing tips and stories about courtship, and eventually, a dedicated relationship section emerged.
Que Feiling had gleaned all of his "relationship experience" from this very website.
Since most users were High Level males from the Upper City District, it used a membership system to ensure privacy. Only High Level members could share invitation codes, and each member could only share one code every three years.
Back then, Que Feiling had to make a painful decision to part with his one share for Qin Muye.
And what was the result?
At the time, Qin Muye had just listened, shot him a look, and said disdainfully, "If you’ve got nothing better to do, go scrub a public toilet."
Yet now, Qin Muye was actually coming to him asking about it.
Que Feiling, who had been studying his hairstyle in the mirror, was so excited he shot right to his feet. He suppressed the smile playing on his lips and asked: [What’s wrong? Did you and Miss Jiang have a fight?]
The person on the other end sent back a curse: [Get lost.]
One didn’t need to see him to know how furious he was.
This only made Que Feiling happier.
According to the wisdom of the internet, this was the perfect opportunity to swoop in.
But...
Then again, he thought about how Qin Muye had saved his life a few times during missions. They were practically brothers-in-arms who had been through hell and back. Plus, they would have to serve their female master together in the future. It didn’t seem right to just sit back and enjoy the drama.
Que Feiling agonized over it for a long time before finally, with a grand gesture, sending the URL and invitation code to Qin Muye.
He attached a message: [Take this bro’s blessing and go live happily with your female master!]
The message was left on read.
Qin Muye couldn’t be bothered to reply at all.
Long accustomed to the Prince’s foul temper, Que Feiling was still left speechless and secretly ground his teeth.
’Once I’m officially in the household, I’ll use all the pillow talk I can to make sure Qin Muye has no favor left to compete for!’
After grumbling to himself for a few moments, Que Feiling exited the chat and clicked on his conversation with Jiang Qingli.
The conversation was still open to their exchange from that morning, when Jiang Qingli had scheduled a healing session with him for the following afternoon.
Although he didn’t want to appear weak in front of Jiang Qingli, the thought of spending more time with her made his heart race uncontrollably.
In order to make a good impression on Jiang Qingli, Que Feiling had been studying his hairstyle in the mirror since early that morning.
In a few weeks, he would also be heading to the East District. He wouldn’t have much time then to compete for the position of Seventh, so he had to make every second count now.
After studying his reflection for a while longer, Que Feiling was still not quite satisfied.
He unlocked his terminal, went to the website he had just sent Qin Muye, and decided to see if any of the veterans had posted a guide on seducing an already-courted female.
But as soon as he logged on, he saw a post marked with a [NEW] tag that had been bumped to the very top. It had a ton of replies.
The title was sensational: [She bought me a supplement. What does it mean?]
Who could possibly scroll past that without taking a second look?
He clicked on it, only to find that the original poster’s username was—
New User [J520].
Que Feiling: ???