Chapter 360: The Never-Ending Homewreckers
Xie Youchen wasn’t a friendly person on a good day, but the pressure around him was clearly even lower than usual.
He was unhappy, which made Qin Xiangning quite happy.
Qin Xiangning had long disliked Xie Youchen.
During this year’s winter break, he had wanted to spend some time in the Lower District to gild his resume, so he sent applications to all the Marshals in the Lower District for the position of Marshal’s secretary.
But he was rejected outright.
The other Marshals all said they were worried he wouldn’t be able to adapt and applied for an internship for him in the Sixth District instead. Xie Youchen’s reply was just two words: "Not qualified."
Qin Xiangning was furious. ’I’m a Prince, an S-class High Level Male! How am I not qualified?! Who the hell does he think he is?!’
His motley crew of friends tried to console him, saying that was just how Xie Youchen was—a stuck-up jerk to everyone.
Qin Xiangning grudgingly accepted this reason. ’But why could Qin Muye come to the Lower District? And that male from the Que family who had a criminal record? So they just look down on me? Are they targeting me on purpose?’
So, aside from his mission this time, Qin Xiangning also didn’t plan on letting Xie Youchen have an easy time.
He looked from side to side and asked quizzically, "Don’t tell me you all got kicked out by Qin Muye?"
Xie Youchen’s brow furrowed slightly.
Yuan Liang, afraid the two would start fighting, quickly changed the subject. "Is the Ninth Prince also here to visit the Seventh Prince?"
"What else? You didn’t think I came here to play, did you?" Qin Xiangning shot him a glance and said with a serious expression, "Of course I’m here to visit my dear seventh brother."
’I was distracted just now. I almost forgot my goal today was to enjoy the sight of Qin Muye’s misfortune.’
Yuan Liang looked hesitant. "Well..."
Marshal Sun also said, "Ninth Prince, I’m afraid now isn’t a good time."
"What’s not a good time?" Qin Xiangning asked. "Is Jiang Qingli still healing him? What kind of healing takes a whole morning? Is she even any good?"
Qin Xiangning had seen Qin Muye’s injury report. He was on the verge of death, just one step away.
’He refused to believe Jiang Qingli was so amazing she could save someone in just a few hours.’
’Besides, Qin Yu had already arranged for someone. They should have made their move last night when no one was looking, and he should have quietly breathed his last this morning.’
’Maybe if I push the door open now, I’ll see Jiang Qingli holding a corpse, looking utterly panicked...’
’That scene would definitely be interesting.’
At this thought, Qin Xiangning’s lips curled up. He waved the others aside and placed his hand on the doorknob.
The High Level patient rooms all had password locks. Qin Xiangning had intended to trigger the lock to attract more people to enjoy the show, but who would have thought that the door would open with a simple push.
After eagerly stepping inside, Qin Xiangning’s eyes went wide.
Qin Muye was indeed lying on the hospital bed.
Jiang Qingli was indeed beside him.
But contrary to what he had imagined, Qin Muye was lying there just fine, playing a racing game with Jiang Qingli.
Two race cars chased each other on the screen in a tense and exciting pursuit.
Qin Muye lay in bed, playing one-handed with an effortless grace. He even found time to caress Jiang Qingli’s face. When she slapped his hand away, he didn’t get angry, and even dared to touch her again when she wasn’t looking.
No matter how you looked at it, they seemed like a sweet, loving young couple.
Qin Xiangning was speechless. "You..."
"Who’s there?" Qin Muye glanced at the door. "What’s with all the quacking?"
"Who are you calling a duck!" Qin Xiangning couldn’t hold it in anymore. "I’m a White-tailed Kite!"
"Got it, ducky," Qin Muye said bitingly.
’This classless wild seed!’
Just as Qin Xiangning was about to curse him out, Qin Muye completely ignored him. He turned his head and saw that Jiang Qingli had taken the opportunity to overtake him and win the game. He tutted. "Sucker punch."
"It’s your own fault for messing up." Jiang Qingli mimicked him, raising an eyebrow.
It was as if an invisible Barrier existed between the two of them, shutting everyone else out.
Qin Xiangning’s excitement to watch a good show was completely doused. He secretly gritted his teeth, turned, and left in a huff.
Yuan Liang shook his head, speechless. "I don’t even know what he came here for..."
Marshal Sun chuckled. "Let’s go too. We shouldn’t disturb them."
As the two turned, they noticed Xie Youchen standing motionless beside them. Yuan Liang coughed before following them out.
Once outside, Yuan Liang had a pretty good guess as to what was going on with Xie Youchen.
’The Seventh Prince used to have a bad reputation, so it’s normal for her brother to be biased.’
"Youchen, don’t worry too much. I can guarantee you, our Muye is an absolutely good male, a good husband." Yuan Liang patted Xie Youchen’s shoulder. "When they have kids in the future, he’ll definitely be a good father too! You have no idea how mature he is now!"
Xie Youchen: "..."
Seeing that Yuan Liang’s topic was steering toward children, Xie Youchen cut in coldly, "I have something to attend to. Excuse me."
Watching him leave with brisk steps, Yuan Liang scratched the back of his head. "What did I say to set him off this time?"
"You’re still not used to it after all these years? That’s just how he is."
The two left, chatting and laughing. In the elevator hall, they brushed past a tall, straight figure in a suit.
Yuan Liang looked back, frowning at the figure’s back. "Is that... Yin Qian’s son?"
"Yes. It was too dark last night, so I didn’t get a clear look, but thinking back on it, it was definitely him," said Marshal Sun. "I hear the boy’s amnesia hasn’t cleared up. He’s probably here to look for his memories."
Yuan Liang sighed. "Sigh, if he’s already forgotten, why try to remember? It’ll only bring more pain, especially with the state Yin Qian’s body was in..."
"Alright, let’s respect the young man’s decision." Marshal Sun glanced at his terminal. "Let’s head to the research area. The analysis of the recording should be out by now."
...
Back in the hospital room, another round of the racing game ended. The word "VICTORY" appeared on the screen.
Jiang Qingli smiled smugly. She rolled her wrists, then asked, still a bit suspicious, "You didn’t go easy on me, did you?"
"You’re just that good." Qin Muye leaned in, trying to steal a kiss again.
’He’s getting so clingy.’
Just as Jiang Qingli turned her head away, she heard a few knocks on the door.
Thinking it was a nurse, she pushed away Qin Muye’s pouting face and walked quickly to the door.
When she pulled the door open, a young man’s low, magnetic voice sounded, "Miss."
Jiang Qingli was a little surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I used some ingredients I brought from the Upper City District to make some desserts for you, Miss," Yi Nuo said, holding up the insulated container in his hand. "We can’t use an open flame in the military district, so they’re rather simple."
"I’m just happy to have something to eat. Everything you make is delicious."
Jiang Qingli stepped aside to let him in, then went to the bathroom to wash her hands, her ponytail swaying with her movements.
Yi Nuo watched for a few seconds before looking away.
He walked into the room and began arranging the desserts on the coffee table one by one, his expression focused, his eyes fixed forward, as if he and Jiang Qingli were the only two people there.
Qin Muye: "..."
Maybe it was from dealing with too many love rivals, but Qin Muye felt a sense of hostility even when looking at Yi Nuo now.
Seeing Yi Nuo set out the tableware and then stand to the side as if waiting for Jiang Qingli to eat,
Qin Muye narrowed his eyes in displeasure, his words tinged with resistance. "You can go now."
"Seventh Prince, I belong to the Miss. I have a duty and obligation to care for her."
The Gray Wolf Butler kept his head lowered in a respectful posture, but the words he spoke were cold, hard, and bordered on insubordination.
To Qin Muye, the man’s face screamed ’wolfish ambition,’ which annoyed him even more. "I’m here. You’re not needed."
Yi Nuo raised his eyes, meeting his gaze without a shred of fear. "Whether I’m needed or not is not for you to decide."
"It’s for the Miss to decide."