Chapter 267: 267, tacit consent (1) _1 Chapter 267: 267, tacit consent (1) _1 Jian Qing looked down at the head rubbing against her neck. Following his earlier actions, she gently touched the top of his head.
“Xiaojing!”
At the moment her words landed, he lifted his head, his deep violet eyes brighter than the stars, “You agreed?”
Jian Qing’s eyes flickered, “…”
Could this matter be let go of now?
She knew she shouldn’t have come to the supermarket with him. Isn’t this asking for punishment?
“Are you going to answer or not, hmm?” He took advantage of the moment, asking the question while nibbling lightly on her ear tip, causing her to shiver.
After a moment, Jian Qing lowered her gaze as a weak, mosquito-like sound arose, “After the school’s event.”
In just four short words, permission was granted.
Joy passed through Quan Jingwu’s stern eyebrows. He raised her chin with his fingertips, forcing her to look at him.
“Darling, what did you just say?”
Seeming in disbelief, he coaxed gently.
Jian Qing’s eyes flashed with embarrassment. She swatted his hand away and murmured, “Good words are not repeated twice, forget it if you didn’t hear.”
Jingwu’s arm reached forward, pulling her into his arms. The smile in his eyes seemed about to overflow, “Darling, say it again, hmm?”
His deep voice coaxed gently, seemingly not satisfied until he heard it from her again.
She buried her face in his chest, muffled, “I said after the school’s event, you are so annoying.”
This time, Jingwu was finally satisfied.
His cool eyes filled with a deep smile, his laugh was rich, and at this moment, he was so gentle that it was hard to look away.
“Darling, remember our agreement.”
He lowered his head, his thin lips kissing the top of her head.
Jian Qing hummed lightly, her face already blushing.
Having received her promise, Lord Jing was quite satisfied on the drive home.
On the way, Jian Qing propped up her chin, her eyes looking out the car window, the corner of her lips curling up in a slight arc.
If it were him, the answer was already in her heart, undoubtedly a “yes”.
…
On the day of the school’s event, the weather was particularly cool and less humid.
In the Principal’s Office
“You two stinkers, reflect on yourselves. One of these days, you’ll be the death of me.”
A thunderous voice erupted, scaring the assistant delivering paperwork so much that he bolted away, fleeing with the documents.
Oh my, the Principal was scolding someone again.
Based on his furious tone, the target of his lecture was undoubtedly the Young Master Quan.
He better slip away while he can before being caught in the crossfire.
In front of the desk, Quan Mingxuan sat up straight, looking obediently as his father lectured him.
However, this time there was another person scolded with him, sharing the brunt of their father’s wrath.
That’s right, Han Yue, who was being lectured alongside him.
They grew up together, dressed in the same pants. Who else would be better to share the scolding?
Han Yue also abandoned his carefree nature, standing obediently and quietly listening to the lecture.
Because he knew if he dared disobey now, waiting for him at home would be his father’s slipper.
Quan Che drank several sips of tea, but nowhere near enough to calm his fury.
His eyes shot daggers at the two men, angrily saying, “Quan Mingxuan, Han Yue, both of you are grown men, but you’re still doing such childish things. Isn’t it humiliating?”
He wondered why those two rascals had come early this morning. As it turns out, they were up to no good, and immediately upon their arrival, they cut off one of the professors’ beards. The professor got so angry he nearly ended up in the hospital.
Couldn’t these two rascals let him off for once!
Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue nodded in unison, replying together, “It’s a shame, it’s a huge embarrassment, we’ll try not to do it next time.”
“Will try not to do it?” Quan Che laughed angrily, wishing he could throw his shoes in their faces.
“No, we absolutely won’t do it,” Quan Mingxuan quickly flattered when he saw his father’s temper flare.
“Knock, Knock, Knock–”
A knock on the door interrupted Quan Che’s lecture.
“Principal, there is a matter outside that requires your attention.”
Quan Che frowned and got up to head towards the door.
Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue exchanged a glance, a hint of a smile in their eyes.
Finally free!
But just as they thought this, Quan Che turned back around, firing a parting shot at the two men, who immediately bowed their heads.
He scoffed, “I want both of you to reflect right here. Each of you writes a self-criticism report, five thousand words each. You’re not leaving until it’s finished.”
After saying that, he walked out the door.
Hearing the noise outside gradually subsiding, Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue breathed a sigh of relief.
“It’s all your fault. I told you not to trim too much, but you insisted on trimming it all,” Quan Mingxuan groused at Han Yue.
“Blaming me? I just wanted to trim the professor’s beard a bit, you trimmed it too,” Han Yue countered.
No one knew that after one trim and one refinement, the professor’s beard would be gone.
“Enough, hurry up and write the self-critique. Otherwise, if Jingwu and Jian Qing come and find out, we’ll look even worse,” Quan Mingxuan smoothed back his hair and walked over to the desk.
He had written countless self-critiques for his father since he was a child. Writing five thousand words was nothing to him.
“You’re really going to write it?” Han Yue followed, feeling a deep aversion to the evil task of writing a self-critique.
“What else? If you dare not to write, your father is waiting for you at home tonight,” Quan Mingxuan took out a piece of paper and a pen, joking with a big grin.
Han Yue didn’t reply, “…”
And so, the office turned into a strange sight. Two grown men huddled over the desk, furiously scribbling away.
“Axuan, let me take a look,” Han Yue reached for Quan Mingxuan’s nearly finished critique for a peek.
“What are you doing, write your own,” Quan Mingxuan evaded his hand coolly.
“Hey, you’re really ungrateful,” Han Yue was annoyed. If he couldn’t look, he would just have to take it.
Quan Mingxuan backed away, hiding his nearly finished self-critique behind his back, avoiding Han Yue’s prying hands.
“Get lost. You know how to write, so why do you need to look at mine?”
“No, I’m interested in your self-critique,” Han Yue chased after him, reaching out to grab it.