hapter 114 Hide Your Secrets Well (3)
Chi Jingxi didn't continue to probe. He took a step forward, suddenly pinched both Wen Yantong’s cheeks, and lifted her face up.
His eyes fell on Wen Yantong's eyebrows and eyes, and trailed down to her white neck. Because of her fur collar, he couldn't see it, so he returned his gaze back onto her eyes.
He was much taller than Wen Yantong, so when he stood in front of her, his whole momentum was overwhelming. Wen Yantong was immediately flustered. Facing those eyes, she could faintly feel the coldness in them.
"Wen Yantong." Chi Jingxi's voice was low and profound. He was just calling her name, but Wen Yantong's heart was already beating like a drum.
She saw Chi Jingxi then lowering his head, his lips almost touching the tip of her nose. She could feel the hot breath passing by her nose as he said slowly, "I know you are holding a secret, but since you want to hide it, then hide it well. Don’t let me see any clues.”
Wen Yantong's breathing suddenly became unsteady. Her fear and nervousness merged into one, it intertwined into the palpitations that was tightly gripping her heart. She remembered that Chi Jingxi was like this at the table in the Crispy Fragrance Restaurant.
Across the table of dishes, his eyes were terribly deep as he said something that she still wasn’t sure if it was a threat or a warning.
Only then did Wen Yantong realize that Chi Jingxi was Chi Jingxi. No matter how handsome he was when he smiled and how soft he was when he spoke, he was still the number one villain in the book. He was a dangerous person who was always on alert.
She wanted to squeeze out a smile to ease the atmosphere, but she didn't expect that she couldn't bring up the slightest smile on her face, so she nodded in a daze.
Chi Jingxi let go of her face quickly. He then opened the door and left without any hesitation.
Wen Yantong breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, she realized that her legs were a little weak, and she could barely support her weight and had to hold on to the door to maintain standing.
Chi Jingxi already knew that she was hiding a secret, but she didn't know how much Chi Jingxi knew. This situation was too unfavorable for her! The only good thing was that Chi Jingxi didn't seem to intend to force her to tell the truth.
This only meant that he didn't come here today to pursue those matters. However, Wen Yantong wasn’t sure which nerve she hit when he was just about to leave, which made him suddenly mention her problem.
Wen Yantong was in turmoil. She continued to stand in place as she thought for a while. After a while, she called Mo Li over and asked, "Has the Little Marquis left?"
Mo Li lowered her head and replied, "Replying to Master, yes, he had already left."
There was a row of servants standing beside her. They all were standing straight, without moving, and all their heads were lowered. Wen Yantong glanced at them, feeling a bit strange. After these servants were bought back, she didn't set any very strict rules, so they usually got along very casually.
It was the first time she saw these people standing neatly like soldiers. But she didn't bother to ask those questions now, she just said, "When did he come? Why didn't anyone report it to me?"
"Shēn-shí (3-5 pm). Master had only just slept for a while when the Little Marquis arrived. He did not allow this servant to report to Master." Mo Li replied.
Oh boy! He waited so long!
Wen Yantong smacked her lips then sighed, "Prepare my meal, I'm hungry."
Mo Li took the order, and immediately turned around and dispatched people to prepare meals. Wen Yantong was so worried that she sat in the room in a daze.
Because of Chi Jingxi's words, Wen Yantong was no longer in any mood. She stayed melancholy for two consecutive days, sighing from time to time. All the servants all noticed her change, but no one dared to ask more questions. They all lowered their heads when they came and went, no one dared to laugh blatantly.
The lunar fifteenth, also known as the Shangyuan Festival, was also a big holiday in Shao Jing.
Wen Yantong got up early in the morning. In order to match this festive day, she picked out a saffron-colored gown. The color was dark, making her skin look fairer.
Mo Li pulled up her long hair, and picked an ebony hairpin to tie up her bun. The finished look gave her a handsome young man-like demeanor.
Wen Yantong examined herself in the mirror. Satisfied, she then went to the main hall and waited.
At five or six o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Yang really came. He had come with a sword in his hand, scaring the servants at the door.
Mu Yang yelled, "Go in and tell your Master: if you give me another excuse of your twisted foot or the like, I'll go in with this sword and cut them off with my own hands!"
The servant was so frightened that he hurried to the main hall to inform Wen Yantong, "Master! Master!"
Wen Yantong was drinking tea when the servant came running in. She choked with fright from his shrill cry, her mouth and nose were full of water. She put down the teacup and said, "What are you making such a fuss about!"
"Young Master Mu is holding a sword and said that if you don't go out, he will come in with a sword and cut off your feet!" The servant shouted.
Wen Yantong was taken aback. Mu Yang's resentment was quite deep!
She got up and called Mo Li as she walked out, "Follow me out to have a look."
Mu Yang waited at the door for a while. When he saw Wen Yantong, he immediately passed the sword to the person next to him, nodded at her and said, "F*cking finally! You’re finally here! And here I thought you developed sores on your face!"
Wen Yantong smiled, "Wasn't I sick in bed a few days ago? I rushed out to see you as soon as I recovered!"
Mu Yang snorted, "You were seriously ill! Down since the first to the fifteenth! I originally planned if you wouldn't come out today, and I will personally check out your illness."
Wen Yantong knew she was the one at fault, so she only laughed, "Thanks for your kind thoughts! On such a lively day like the Shangyuan Festival, I naturally want to come out and have fun with everyone! Have you invited Fu Zixian yet?"
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The author has something to say:
[Chi Jingxi's Little Diary]
The twenty-fourth year of Ruixing Decade, the thirteenth day of the first lunar month:
She was sleeping when I came. After waiting for a long time, I taught her unruly servants a lesson. It was a simple deed.
After she woke up, we didn’t speak more than a couple sentences when she was pushing me to leave. How infuriating!
hapter 114 Hide Your Secrets Well (3)
Chi Jingxi didn't continue to probe. He took a step forward, suddenly pinched both Wen Yantong’s cheeks, and lifted her face up.
His eyes fell on Wen Yantong's eyebrows and eyes, and trailed down to her white neck. Because of her fur collar, he couldn't see it, so he returned his gaze back onto her eyes.
He was much taller than Wen Yantong, so when he stood in front of her, his whole momentum was overwhelming. Wen Yantong was immediately flustered. Facing those eyes, she could faintly feel the coldness in them.
"Wen Yantong." Chi Jingxi's voice was low and profound. He was just calling her name, but Wen Yantong's heart was already beating like a drum.
She saw Chi Jingxi then lowering his head, his lips almost touching the tip of her nose. She could feel the hot breath passing by her nose as he said slowly, "I know you are holding a secret, but since you want to hide it, then hide it well. Don’t let me see any clues.”
Wen Yantong's breathing suddenly became unsteady. Her fear and nervousness merged into one, it intertwined into the palpitations that was tightly gripping her heart. She remembered that Chi Jingxi was like this at the table in the Crispy Fragrance Restaurant.
Across the table of dishes, his eyes were terribly deep as he said something that she still wasn’t sure if it was a threat or a warning.
Only then did Wen Yantong realize that Chi Jingxi was Chi Jingxi. No matter how handsome he was when he smiled and how soft he was when he spoke, he was still the number one villain in the book. He was a dangerous person who was always on alert.
She wanted to squeeze out a smile to ease the atmosphere, but she didn't expect that she couldn't bring up the slightest smile on her face, so she nodded in a daze.
Chi Jingxi let go of her face quickly. He then opened the door and left without any hesitation.
Wen Yantong breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, she realized that her legs were a little weak, and she could barely support her weight and had to hold on to the door to maintain standing.
Chi Jingxi already knew that she was hiding a secret, but she didn't know how much Chi Jingxi knew. This situation was too unfavorable for her! The only good thing was that Chi Jingxi didn't seem to intend to force her to tell the truth.
This only meant that he didn't come here today to pursue those matters. However, Wen Yantong wasn’t sure which nerve she hit when he was just about to leave, which made him suddenly mention her problem.
Wen Yantong was in turmoil. She continued to stand in place as she thought for a while. After a while, she called Mo Li over and asked, "Has the Little Marquis left?"
Mo Li lowered her head and replied, "Replying to Master, yes, he had already left."
There was a row of servants standing beside her. They all were standing straight, without moving, and all their heads were lowered. Wen Yantong glanced at them, feeling a bit strange. After these servants were bought back, she didn't set any very strict rules, so they usually got along very casually.
It was the first time she saw these people standing neatly like soldiers. But she didn't bother to ask those questions now, she just said, "When did he come? Why didn't anyone report it to me?"
"Shēn-shí (3-5 pm). Master had only just slept for a while when the Little Marquis arrived. He did not allow this servant to report to Master." Mo Li replied.
Oh boy! He waited so long!
Wen Yantong smacked her lips then sighed, "Prepare my meal, I'm hungry."
Mo Li took the order, and immediately turned around and dispatched people to prepare meals. Wen Yantong was so worried that she sat in the room in a daze.
Because of Chi Jingxi's words, Wen Yantong was no longer in any mood. She stayed melancholy for two consecutive days, sighing from time to time. All the servants all noticed her change, but no one dared to ask more questions. They all lowered their heads when they came and went, no one dared to laugh blatantly.
The lunar fifteenth, also known as the Shangyuan Festival, was also a big holiday in Shao Jing.
Wen Yantong got up early in the morning. In order to match this festive day, she picked out a saffron-colored gown. The color was dark, making her skin look fairer.
Mo Li pulled up her long hair, and picked an ebony hairpin to tie up her bun. The finished look gave her a handsome young man-like demeanor.
Wen Yantong examined herself in the mirror. Satisfied, she then went to the main hall and waited.
At five or six o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Yang really came. He had come with a sword in his hand, scaring the servants at the door.
Mu Yang yelled, "Go in and tell your Master: if you give me another excuse of your twisted foot or the like, I'll go in with this sword and cut them off with my own hands!"
The servant was so frightened that he hurried to the main hall to inform Wen Yantong, "Master! Master!"
Wen Yantong was drinking tea when the servant came running in. She choked with fright from his shrill cry, her mouth and nose were full of water. She put down the teacup and said, "What are you making such a fuss about!"
"Young Master Mu is holding a sword and said that if you don't go out, he will come in with a sword and cut off your feet!" The servant shouted.
Wen Yantong was taken aback. Mu Yang's resentment was quite deep!
She got up and called Mo Li as she walked out, "Follow me out to have a look."
Mu Yang waited at the door for a while. When he saw Wen Yantong, he immediately passed the sword to the person next to him, nodded at her and said, "F*cking finally! You’re finally here! And here I thought you developed sores on your face!"
Wen Yantong smiled, "Wasn't I sick in bed a few days ago? I rushed out to see you as soon as I recovered!"
Mu Yang snorted, "You were seriously ill! Down since the first to the fifteenth! I originally planned if you wouldn't come out today, and I will personally check out your illness."
Wen Yantong knew she was the one at fault, so she only laughed, "Thanks for your kind thoughts! On such a lively day like the Shangyuan Festival, I naturally want to come out and have fun with everyone! Have you invited Fu Zixian yet?"
.
.
.
The author has something to say:
[Chi Jingxi's Little Diary]
The twenty-fourth year of Ruixing Decade, the thirteenth day of the first lunar month:
She was sleeping when I came. After waiting for a long time, I taught her unruly servants a lesson. It was a simple deed.
After she woke up, we didn’t speak more than a couple sentences when she was pushing me to leave. How infuriating!
