Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Qi Yanxi raised an eyebrow in that unruly way of his, still emanating a murderous air.
He cursed under his breath, picked her up in both arms, and carried her to his own room.
He kicked the bathroom door open and shoved Mu Li in.
It looked exactly like what had happened minutes ago. Mu Li huddled in terror and her tears came back.
Qi Yanxi was greatly irritated by her crying. “Stop crying! Take a shower and wait here! I’m gonna handle that piece of shit for you!”
Mu Li calmed down at his arrogant voice.
She turned on the shower and rubbed her skin vigorously. She could faintly make out Qi Yanxi’s voice outside. He was calling for someone to deal with that driver.
Halfway through her shower, the door opened a crack, which made her jump.
Qi Yanxi wasn’t going to take advantage of her plight. Instead, he threw in some of his own clothes.
Mu Li shed quite a lot of tears at that.
She picked up the clothes, put them on, and gingerly walked out of the bathroom.
Qi Yanxi was standing at the window, looking down with a frown.
“Xiaxia is here… She was going to come here, but I’ve put her off, saying you don’t feel so well,” Qi Yanxi explained, then asked impatiently, “How did you get yourself into this?”
Mu Li’s toes curled and she fought back her tears.
How could she possibly want this to happen to herself?
However, fate had never given her a choice. She had been born into the worst family and had the worst of everything.
Her life was a tragedy and the script had long been set in stone. She wasn’t allowed to change a single word.
Through the window, she saw that in the garden next door, An Xiaxia had built a giant snowman and looked thrilled. She then threw herself into the arms of an expressionless Sheng Yize.
The teenager gave her a broad smile and twirled around, still holding her. Mu Li could almost hear their laughter from where she was standing.
The world was never a fair place.
Some could live warm, bright, and happy lives.
Some had cold, humble, and cruel ones.
She had always liked An Xiaxia as a friend, for the girl had all the qualities she wished for herself.
However, now… They were only a window apart. An Xiaxia was smiling, but she was crying.
Seeing how pitiful she looked, Qi Yanxi also realized he had been too harsh. He cleared his throat and said, “You can sleep here tonight. Anyone messes with you again, call me right away. I’ll be there for you!”
After all, Mu Li had stayed at his place since she was little. To Qi Yanxi, she had never been a servant, but a friend.
To some extent, she was almost like a family member who had always been around.
Mu Li lowered her head, her voice choked with emotion. “Young Master…”
“Don’t call me that! I have a name!” Qi Yanxi was displeased.
Mu Li hesitated a little and said in a low voice, “Qi Yanxi…”
“Hm?”
She looked like a child that had just been given a candy and timidly called his name again. “Qi Yanxi.”
“What?!” The wild teenager had obviously lost his patience.
“Thank you for saving me.”
Qi Yanxi pursed his lips. “Hey, don’t give me that ‘I’m all yours’ kind of shit!”
Mu Li forced a smile and finally felt better. Qi Yanxi’s phone then vibrated and the irritation on his face was immediately replaced with a smile. He picked it up. “Little Dummy Xia, what is it… What? You’re going back home? Wait! I can take you!”
He hung up, told Mu Li to “get some rest,” and hurried downstairs.
Mu Li was now the only one in this room decorated with black and white straight lines.
She opened her mouth and chuckled in a self-mocking way.