Ji Wei’s face turned cold: "If it were real, Second Young Master Xi would have torn it down long ago. Why wait until now?"
"Old Mo, with a woman as clever as yours, how are the rest of us supposed to survive?" Xi Nanfeng grumbled, clearly dissatisfied.
Gu Moqian walked up and pulled his woman into his arms, coldly retorting, "I couldn’t care less whether you survive or not. I’m utterly satisfied with a woman this clever and adorable."
Ji Wei pursed her lips into a delighted smile, tilting her slightly bashful face up to look at him: "Husband, since when did your words become so sweet?"
"Haven’t I always been sweet?" The man raised an eyebrow.
The woman stood on her tiptoes and pecked the man’s lips lightly, then giggled, nodding: "Hmm, indeed very sweet!" This content belongs to N0velFire.ɴet
Gu Moqian raised his hand, his long, slender fingers gently stroking the woman’s flushed cheeks, his heart softening like clouds in the sky.
These two are simply unbearable, flaunting their love without regard for time or place, never sparing a single thought for this poor single soul’s feelings!
Xi Nanfeng shivered with goosebumps, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. He glanced around and asked in surprise, "Eh? Where did Ye Cheng and Zimei run off to?"
The two of them couldn’t possibly be hiding somewhere for a private moment too, could they?
Xi Nanfeng turned his head and indeed spotted the two of them standing beneath a tree not far away, engaged in conversation.
Gu Moqian, already holding Ji Wei, turned with her and said, "Let’s head to the car and continue enjoying our sweetness—don’t want to upset a certain someone’s fragile heart."
Xi Nanfeng yelled indignantly, "Take it easy! If your wounds reopen, I’ll die of joy!"
In the blink of an eye, Gu Moqian and Ji Wei had climbed into the SUV.
Xi Nanfeng turned his head and caught sight of Qin Sixue standing there, her head bowed and her gaze fixed on her toes.
Feeling a bit awkward, he scratched his head and shuffled a step closer. "Miss Qin, there’s a little stream up ahead. Want to take a walk?"
Qin Sixue lifted her clear, almond-shaped eyes. Her fluttering eyelashes made Xi Nanfeng’s heart stir wildly.
"If you’re not up for it, it’s fine..."
Just as Xi Nanfeng was about to turn away, Qin Sixue softly bit her lip and agreed.
Under the tree, Zimei saw Ye Cheng covered in blood and dirt, her delicate brows furrowed in pain.
"A Cheng, can I take a look at your injuries?"
She reached out tentatively, but Ye Cheng coldly pushed her hand away. "No need."
"I’m just concerned about you," Zimei said, suppressing the ache in her heart and forcing a smile. "Please, let me take a look, alright?"
Ye Cheng raised his phoenix eyes. The wound on the woman’s forehead, though clotted, left a deep, bloody gash. Her complexion wasn’t great, and her usually vibrant lips were pale. Her enchanting face now carried a faint sickly beauty.
Was it Yamamoto Yu’s doing? Did she get injured coming to find him?
A ripple of emotion flickered in Ye Cheng’s heart but was quickly buried under his icy demeanor.
When Zimei reached out again to unbutton his shirt collar, Ye Cheng didn’t raise his hand to stop her this time.
The man’s chest was covered in whip-like lash marks, the dried blood staining the wounds, which still looked shockingly cruel.
Zimei’s hands trembled as she lightly touched the scars, her eyes reddening. "It must hurt, doesn’t it? How dare they treat you !"
Her voice was full of gritted anger, and inwardly, she had already cursed Yamamoto Yu and his ancestors to hell.
"Just superficial wounds."
Ye Cheng’s tone was indifferent.
Compared to the damage she had caused to his heart, what were a few physical injuries?
The man’s lips curled into a mocking smirk, and whatever momentary softness had crossed his expression vanished completely. "Spare me your fake concern. I’m not buying it."
As he spoke, he once again brushed her hand away and turned to leave.