Chapter 269: Misunderstanding
“God of War Senior Brother, if you keep this up, I’m going to like you, but I can’t…” Drunk and bleary-eyed!
Who told you to kill her? Who let her already marry Li Sanmao!
She was even less likely to be a caged bird, to be whose concubine and share a husband with other women. It was doomed that they could not be together.
Feng Qingcheng’s eyes rippled with emotion, but those were words he could never say aloud.
“Linglong, do you know, even if the stars shift, the wife that Feng Qingcheng wants from beginning to end is only you.”
He knew his days were numbered. He had killed her once and could not harm her again. He was reluctant to let go, but perhaps he could still witness with his own eyes her marrying a good husband.
Feng Qingcheng raised his large hand and patted her round head. “Silly! Senior Brother was just joking, and you took it seriously. You’re so dumb; who knows which man could put up with you in the future?”
Which man could be so lucky?
“Heh, Feng Qingcheng, for him to marry me, Li Xi’er, would be his good fortune! Besides, I’m not going to marry just anyone casually; that would mean no freedom at all!”
“How can you not marry? A woman has to find a stalwart man in this lifetime to bear children, raise a family, and protect her.”
Linglong had no father anymore, and no relatives in the world who truly cared for her!
“I, Li Xi’er, can protect myself just fine!”
“Hehe, Senior Brother doesn’t want to chat about this topic with a silly girl anymore!”
Bu Wei watched from afar, sighing. Immature master, these two silly ones were being silly together.
Couldn’t heaven open its eyes for once? The master had suffered enough; couldn’t it stop making them suffer more?
Arm in arm, drunken ramblings—probably several kinds of wine mixed together this time, and she even finished off those jars. The aftereffects were strong. As for how Feng Qingcheng was, she didn’t remember; anyway, she was heavily drunk!
When she woke up, the two of them had burrowed under the quilt together again. Feng Qingcheng was curled up in her arms, his face pale, features exquisitely beautiful, his facial skin seemingly pressed against her chest. Damn! What a huge shock!
“Ah!” A pig-slaughtering scream came from Zui Yue Pavilion. Feng Qingcheng abruptly opened his eyes and, in a daze, looked at the screamer. Before he could see clearly, she kicked him away!
Seeing her face full of fury glaring at him, as if she wanted to beat him up badly, Feng Qingcheng tumbled over in realization, sat up nervously, and said: “Xi’er, wh-what happened?”
Junior Brother with long hair over his shoulders, looking fierce, hands on hips: “Say, how did you end up in my Zui Yue Pavilion again?”
“This, this I can’t remember…”
Feng Qingcheng scratched his scalp, eyes full of innocence.
“Fine, Feng Qingcheng, you pervert! What little schemes are in that head of yours? Repeatedly taking advantage of this young lady—watch me discipline you properly!”
Kicking off the quilt and leaping up, she grabbed the back-scratching divine artifact from the nearby tea table and swung it at him. Feng Qingcheng hugged his head and dodged everywhere!
The room was instantly turned into a mess from the fighting. From outside, it sounded like things clattering and crashing to the ground!
Man: “Junior Brother, I was wrong!”
Li Xi’er: “Still daring to run?”
“Don’t be angry anymore!”
“Ah! It hurts!”
Thud! Thud!
Someone knocked on the door from outside at that moment.
“Who?”
“Young Woman Xi’er, it’s this one!” It was Bu Wei speaking softly from outside.
“What is it?”
“Young Woman Xi’er, this is a misunderstanding. Please show mercy; it’s not the master’s fault! Bu Wei saw with his own eyes last night that it was you who forcibly dragged the master into Zui Yue Pavilion, saying, ‘Senior Brother be good, don’t be scared, lean on Junior Brother’s shoulder!!!”
“Ah?”
Li Xi’er’s mind was a mess.
Was she that cheesy?
“Damn!” She glanced at Feng Qingcheng. Damn, cannot face anyone!
Feng Qingcheng was at the side, his face unexpectedly flushing with two red patches. Who knows what he was thinking?
Li Xi’er turned, grabbed her outer garment, and rushed headlong into the washroom without looking back, as if a pack of wolves was chasing her!
Watching her retreating figure, laughter rippled in Feng Qingcheng’s eyes, his mouth curving up!
“Junior Brother, you’ve been washing your face for an hour now—still not done? Hurry out; after breakfast, Senior Brother still needs to take you to look for tungsten ore!” The man outside persuaded.
“Ah, you go eat first; I’ll be there in a bit!”
This guy, so annoying! How did he come back so quickly? What hour? At most a quarter of an hour!
At mealtime, Li Xi’er sat prim and proper, not looking at the man across from her who wanted to say something but hesitated.
