Translator: CokeZero Editor: Rainystars
Quan Zexi squinted his eyes and slowly woke up. Subconsciously, he tightened his grip.
He was poked by something and shrieked in pain, “What is this?! It hurts!”
He Wanging’s lips twitched again but she continued to ignore him.
Quan Zexi found the origin of the stank and his face turned blank after he realized he was hugging a durian.
He was about to call out for Wan Kaiyi when he noticed his surrounding.
He… slept… on… the… floor?
He slept on the floor while holding a durian?!
He turned around and thought hard as he tried to recall what happened last night.
‘That bastard Emperor Yin came to attack and Qingqing killed her.
Wanqing saved him from being hit by a bullet. His memories came back and then… he tried to sleep in the same room, but his leaky cotton vest didn’t cooperate.
After that, he tried to drink with the younger group.
Here, Quan Zexi stopped himself. He didn’t dare to try to remember the rest.
Because he remembered why he wanted to drink.
He lowered his head and saw the durian in his arms and shuddered.
Last night, he seemed to have once again, done something extraordinary.
He looked at He Wanqing again and shoved the durian aside. Slowly, he inched in closer to her.
He pulled the cover off of her to check out her gunshot wound.
He Wangqing snapped her head around, “What are you doing?!”
Quan Zexi’s shaky hand dropped the blanket, “Wanqing, I… I want to see how your wound is.”
He Wanging relaxed.
Quan Zexi took away the blanket and observed her wound. Tentatively, he asked, “Wanqing, did I… lose face in front of the kids last night?”
He Wanging stared at him, “What do you think?”
Quan Zexi’s expression collapsed, “What have I done?”
“Dad, if you want to know, I have videos here for you.”
Aslightly provocative voice arrived. Quan Zexi tumed his head and found Qiao Qing by the door.
Quan Zexi gulped, and his face turned darker, “You filmed me?!”
Qiao Qing nodded and betrayed Mu Jinghang without a second thought, “Young master Mu filmed you and I saved a copy.”
“That bastard!” Quan Zexi was about to teach Mu Jinghang a lesson when He Wanging stopped him, “You’ve done so much embarrassing things already. Everyone saw what you did. What’s the meaning of chasing down the one person who filmed?”
Quan Zexi,”…”
Qiao Qing coughed, “Dad, it’s fine. I find it cute.”
Quan Zexi, “Really?”
“Really,” Qiao Qing said seriously and handed him the phone, “See for yourself.”
She then walked into the room and checked out He Wanqing’s wound.
Curious, Quan Zexi clicked “play” on the video on Qiao Qing’s phone.
After a few minutes, a loud scream erupted out of Quan Zexi’s bedroom, “Damn you guys! Delete this! Delete this now!”
Qiao Qing snatched her phone back and leaped out of the room within a few steps. She dashed around in the hallway.
Quan Zexi chased after her with a dark face. The two played tag in the mansion.
Qiao Qing purely found this entertaining while Quan Zexi’s lungs were exploding from fury.
‘As she ran, Qiao Qing butted heads with the old man.
“Ah, Qingqing, what are you running so fast for!” Quan Yeqing almost fell down.
Qiao Qing helped stabilize him, “Grandpa.”
Qiam Zexi caught up to these two, “Dad.”
Quan Yeqing thanked Qiao Qing and fixed his glasses, then he shouted at Quan Zexi, “Who owes you money? Your face is looking as dark as coal.”
