Chapter 87: Turning Hostile and Denying Everything, Scum Girl
His bone structure was sharp and his voice was cool, yet his words were dissolute and charming, each one luring one into sinking.
Upon hearing this, Lian Li’s ears instantly turned red, her fingertips trembling slightly.
“I’m not the one with a fever.”
It wasn’t her who was delirious from the fever, so how could she not know who had kissed her.
Jin Shi Yue gripped Lian Li’s wrist with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around her slender waist, whispering into her ear with a double entendre: “It was me.”
The faint citrus scent of the girl, mixed with the lingering fragrance from her clothes, seeped into his nostrils strand by strand, light and cool, stirring up an impulse.
An impulse to bury his face and sniff deeply, to possess her wildly.
Jin Shi Yue’s Adam’s apple involuntarily swallowed, his voice deep and magnetic: “Does your head have hemorrhoids?”
Lian Li raised her hand to touch her forehead. It hurt a little when she bumped his head, but it didn’t hurt now, nor was there a bump.
She automatically corrected his words: “There’s no bump.”
Where Lian Li couldn’t see, Jin Shi Yue raised an eyebrow and smiled silently.
His body temperature was already higher than hers, and now, due to the fever, an overwhelming heat pressed down on her, as if trying to fiercely occupy every inch of her skin with its warmth.
Lian Li couldn’t help but shrink back: “You’re full of viruses, don’t infect me.”
Her mention of ‘viruses’ made Jin Shi Yue laugh.
As he laughed, his hot and heavy breath all fell on the side of Lian Li’s neck, reddening a patch of her porcelain-white skin.
A faint tremor spread from that spot, traveling to her internal organs; she felt like she was about to spontaneously combust like white phosphorus.
Sensing that the strength gripping her wrist and waist had disappeared, Lian Li hastily pulled away from Jin Shi Yue’s embrace.
Her speed was so fast, it was as if she was avoiding a venomous snake.
Jin Shi Yue was so amused he laughed: “Turning your back on me, you scumbag woman.”
Lian Li clenched her fists, feigning composure, and looked at him with her dark, almond-shaped eyes, saying: “I brought you breakfast, it’s in the restaurant. You can see if you want to eat breakfast before resting, or rest before eating. Either is fine.”
She paused for a second, her cherry lips parting: “I’m leaving.”
Jin Shi Yue stretched his long legs and suddenly got out of bed, standing up.
His tall figure completely blocked Lian Li’s path.
This overwhelming height difference made her instinctively take a step back.
He still carried an extremely dangerous aura, a coldness that Lian Li had never seen before and was outside her understanding.
In the more than nine years she had spent with Jin Yan Ting, he had also fallen ill.
When Jin Yan Ting was sick, his state was not as calm and placid as usual, nor was it so oppressive. He would frown, sweat on his forehead, and present a kind of conflicted fragility.
It was within Lian Li’s understanding that the noble and self-possessed Jin Yan Ting, with his weakened resistance when ill, would have reduced self-control.
When she was sick, she was pretty much the same.
But Jin Shi Yue was different.
Jin Shi Yue looked at Lian Li, who was full of vigilance, and flicked her forehead with his finger, as if to flick away the negative thoughts about him in her head.
“I’m hungry.”
Lian Li immediately covered her forehead, asking in confusion: “If you’re hungry, go eat. Why did you flick me?”
Jin Shi Yue lowered his eyes to her fair hand, a careless smile curving his lips: “You’ve gotten brave.”
In the past, she would have only kept such a remark to herself and grumbled inwardly, but now she had spoken it out loud.
Lian Li’s head felt a little hot, and she didn’t grasp the deeper meaning in Jin Shi Yue’s words, thinking he was mocking her, so she pursed her lips and remained silent.
Jin Shi Yue looked at her for a moment, then said: “Go to the restaurant to eat breakfast and wait for me.”
“I’ve already eaten,” Lian Li politely refused.
“Then eat another meal.”
Jin Shi Yue dropped the sentence and strode into the bathroom.
The Eldest Young Master was truly unruly and unyielding.
Lian Li stared at the bathroom door, then helplessly ran her hands through her long hair – it had been messed up from him pulling her around.
The master bedroom was quiet and still, making the splashing water from the bathroom sound particularly clear.
That sound drifted into Lian Li’s ears, seeming to change tune, making her uncomfortable.
Lian Li walked to the bedside, closed the opened medicine box, and put it away properly.
She looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window, her gaze pausing.
A peach tree was planted in the courtyard. Its branches were lush and spread out in all directions, particularly vigorous.
This peach tree was planted by Lian Li when she was fifteen, after she slowly opened her heart and accepted Jin Yan Ting. She had diligently cared for it every year since, not letting the gardener prune it.
New branches and leaves would grow, restricting its growth, requiring pruning. No matter how many new shoots were cut, as long as the main trunk and roots were stable, it wouldn’t affect the peach tree’s survival.
Lian Li withdrew her gaze and went downstairs with the empty glass cup.
Her mobile phone rang. Lian Li glanced at it; it displayed an incoming call from Shen Huaining.
The fact that Shen Huaining would call her was quite surprising.
In the past three years, they had barely spoken on the phone, had they?
Lian Li answered: “Hello.”
From the other end came Shen Huaining’s voice, as standard as a news broadcast: “Lian Li, it’s me, Shen Huaining.”
Lian Li: “Mm.”
Shen Huaining said: “Are you free tomorrow night? Do I have a chance to invite you to my going-away party?”
With the Shen Family’s downfall, Shen Huaining’s departure to study abroad likely meant she would never return. This party was undoubtedly a farewell.
“Shang Lingyu will also be there,” Shen Huaining continued. “I’ve sent you the electronic invitation via WeChat. If you have time, you can come and play around, but it’s okay if you don’t.”
Lian Li walked to the sofa and sat down, looking at the antique tea set on the coffee table, and said: “Okay, if I go, I’ll let you know in advance.”
The two spoke directly and hung up quickly.
Lian Li looked up at the spiral staircase. No one was coming down, so she turned back and looked down, scrolling through her mobile phone.
In the Wen Gang Orchestra’s group chat, they were discussing a performance. The first half was a collaboration with a famous pianist, and the second half was a symphonic suite.
As they were discussing, someone mentioned that the Bad Jaws band would be holding a grand concert in the capital before the new year, which excited all the dormant members.
Holding a large-scale event requires following procedures and is usually not decided so last minute. However, the lead singer of the Bad Jaws band, Duan Yu, is the Young Master Duan of the Duan Family.
If he wanted to increase efficiency and take shortcuts, organizing a large-scale performance on short notice wouldn’t be difficult.
Lian Li searched online, but there were no tickets available for purchase.
Of course, it was also possible that this concert would not be open to the public, and only members of prominent families would be invited.
Lian Li held her mobile phone in both hands, lost in thought. After a while, she blinked her long eyelashes and saw Jin Shi Yue coming down from the second floor.
He had just showered and was wearing a dark, casual home outfit. Tall with long legs, he exuded a wild and unrestrained charm. His bangs were slightly damp, making his eyes appear exceptionally dark.
Lian Li turned off her phone screen and stood up, looking at Jin Shi Yue.
His complexion was normal, and his aura was a mix of good and evil, showing no sign of illness at all.
He didn’t seem sleepy even after taking his medicine.
Just as Lian Li was thinking, Jin Shi Yue suddenly looked at her: “Tender grass.”
Lian Li subconsciously responded: “Hmm?”
