Chapter 13 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xie Qingqing eyed her strangely. “You seem to really care for him. Qiu, don’t tell me you actually have feelings for him?”

Tang Qiu met her friend’s gaze. “When the Fengs mistreated me, he trusted my word instead of doubting it, and defended me. I’m deeply grateful to him, Qingqing. He’s suffering too, you know. Maybe it’s because he reminds me of myself that I can empathize with him. I want to help him, whatever it takes.”

Xie Qingqing exhaled through her nostrils. “It might not be too bad of a bargain. You may have drawn the short end of the stick, but you’re his wife now. When he’s gone, you’re sure to receive a huge amount of money!” She flashed Tang Qiu a wink. “Have you both done it yet?”

“Done what?” Tang Qiu asked, all innocence.

“I guess not. A pity that Young Master Jiang isn’t up to it. The wedding is over and done with, so you can’t have fun with other men, and you might end up living the sad life of a widow… such a shame.”

“What are you talking about?” Tang Qiu snapped, her face contorted in fury.

Xie Qingqing smiled and nudged her. “What are you so shy about? Which woman doesn’t have… needs? You’re the young mistress of the Jiangs now. It’s too risky even if you wanted to go pick up a few pretty boys to warm your bed. Just wait a little longer, till he’s gone…”

Unable to tolerate the embarrassment any further, Tang Qiu covered her ears to block out her friend’s teasing.

After class ended, Tang Qiu prepared to leave for the library. The materials there could enhance her learning, maybe even teach her how to help Jiang Shaocheng’s legs recover.

“Tang Qiu, I didn’t see you around for the past few days. Is everything alright?” A gentle voice asked from behind her. She turned to face a man in a blue checkered shirt and black pants.

Xie Qingqing snorted under her breath. “It seems you’re lucky in love this year. Look at you, getting approached by the handsomest boy in school.”

Tang Qiu shot her a warning look, then returned her gaze to the man in front of her, with his gentle demeanor. “Good morning, Senior. It was a private matter, nothing more.”

“If you’re having any trouble, please do let me know.” Ning Mufan approached her. The light cascaded over his tall, dashing figure; he was sure to strike a pleasing sight no matter the angle.

“Thank you, Senior.”