C22 (1/2)
Lan Yue frowned. She suddenly raised her guard, causing her to grip the straps of her handbag tightly. ”No need, I can take a taxi.”
She thought that Qi Yanjun would be angry because of her rejection, but who knew that he would only put his elbow on the car door, and with one hand on his cheek, he turned his head to look at her cautious face. Unknowingly, his expression darkened, and with an unknown smile, he ridiculed, ”I'm a good husband, to bring my wife home from work, what's wrong with that?”
He had stepped her face into the mud, and now he was holding the pose of a good husband for twenty-four years. What on earth was he trying to do?
”...”
Seemingly pleased by her look of disbelief, Qi Yanjun smiled, but the temperature in his eyes was quickly decreasing. Suddenly, he changed the topic, ”You're thinking too much, you're not even worthy.”
As if she did not know how much damage this would cause to Lan Yue, her face paled as the fingers that were gripping the corner of her skirt faintly trembled. However, she did not refute him and could only endure as she tightly clenched her teeth, until she tasted a trace of the bloody taste.
Her heart was deathly still, and there was only one thought left in her mind — Whenever he and Xu Miao Rong succeeded in cultivating together, she would be free from it.
A lazy smile hung from the corner of Qi Yanjun's mouth. His black eyes that were not looking straight ahead turned serene and cold, as a storm raged faintly within.
”Don't move, or I'll carry you inside.”
”...”
Lan Yue's struggling thoughts were immediately extinguished, her body was stiff, her strong arms wrapped around her waist, she was almost forcefully dragged inside.
Old Master Qi, who was playing chess with him, heard the commotion and raised his head to look at the two of them.
”Grandfather, I took good care of your grandson's wife, right? Are you satisfied? ”
When Qi Yanjun said these words of ridicule, the old man immediately glared at him.
”If you're not satisfied —”
Qi Yanjun dragged her words as he glanced sideways at Lan Yue, causing her, who had been silently acting as the background, to jump in shock, a bad premonition sweeping across her mind.
As expected, in the next moment, she felt something tighten around her waist, and she fell into his embrace uncontrollably.
Qi Yanjun lifted her chin, and without any warning, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
It was only when she began to feel suffocated that the kiss ended.
Qi Yanjun looked at her beautiful, peach-like little face, and when he met her hazy beautiful eyes, the color in his eyes deepened. His voice was as gentle as spring water, and it contained a trace of teasing.
”You asked me how much I love her. The strength of the night represents my heart.”
The embarrassment and anger in Lan Yue's heart was replaced with speechlessness and the light in his eyes gradually became clear. Just as she was about to push him away, when his eyes came in contact with that pair of gentle eyes that contained a hint of emotion, her mind unwittingly went into a trance.
As soon as the thought surfaced, she was stunned for a second and then found herself laughable.
He had only made a play, and she had such an incredible illusion.
The scene of her laughing while shaking her head was reflected in Qi Yanjun's dark eyes. He pursed his lips, then shrugged and said a few words to the old man who drank her tea without saying anything as she carried Lan Yue upstairs.
”Grandfather, you should be satisfied now. You're old, go wash up and sleep.”
”...”
Old Master Qi took another big gulp of tea, thinking, these youngsters nowadays are really open-minded.
Qi Yanjun carried Lan Yue back to their bedroom, and just as the door closed, the man's arm was pulled out without hesitation. His long legs moved, and he didn't even take off his clothes, directly falling onto the bed.
As expected...
Lan Yue lowered her eyes, blocking the uneasiness within. When she raised her head again, she was already completely calm.
As soon as he started, he was stopped by Qi Yanjun. He did not open his eyes, and pressed a slender finger to his lips, making a soft 'hush' sound.
”Don't be noisy.”
”...”
Lan Yue did not reply. From Qi Yanjun, the biggest lesson she learned was — a wise man knows his place.
Qi Yanjun yawned, stretching his two long legs, his entire body releasing a lazy aura.
”I worked too hard yesterday. I was so tired. I fell asleep.”
Lan Yue frowned, her heart felt like it was being tightly wrapped up by a ball of fire, the burning sensation caused her every breath to be filled with pain.
She pursed her lips in restraint as the picture she saw last night surfaced in her mind. She couldn't hold it in any longer, ”Mr. Qi is so powerful at night, aren't you afraid of kidney deficiency?”