Jin also understood: "You..."
"Don't be angry, I'm not sick. I asked Protector Qian to lie to you," Qiu Lingling said, bowing her head. "I need to talk to you. If I don't say this, you won't come back."
Seeing her like this, how could Jin Huanlai be angry? He didn't say anything, just stood there motionless.
"Did you need something?"
"Brother Yi told me to go back with him."
It was expected, but when he heard it, he couldn't help but be stunned. Jin looked at her quietly, at that face, those big black eyes, and felt as if something was stuck in his throat.
Qiu Lingling walked over and hugged his waist, burying her head in his chest: "I won't go, okay?"
The little girl's embrace was as warm as ever, her slender arms gradually tightening, even causing him pain as she sought protection. Jin swayed twice, then steadied himself, his despair growing stronger. "You already have someone to protect you, and I've already made my choice. Everything should be in the past. Isn't that better? But you insist on coming back and making me change it."
After a long silence, he slowly pushed her away: "It's fine if you don't go. He will come to pick you up in two months, and you can leave then."
Qiu Lingling shook her head and looked up at him: "Jin Huanlai, I don't want to marry him."
It was too late. Jin looked at her with a hint of sadness. Choosing her now would bring guilt for having made the same mistake twice over to that woman. "You... go back with him." He turned to leave.
Qiu Lingling grabbed him: "I'm not as pretty as her, don't you like her?"
Jin didn't answer, brushed the hand away, and quickly walked out the door.
"Jin, please don't go!" came her voice from behind, pleading. "I don't want to marry anyone else. No one will love you more than me!"
Jin also quickened his pace.
"I'm the one who likes you the most!"
The despair in her voice almost made him change his mind. Jin didn't dare to turn around; she was crying.
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As night fell, the street-side hotel was still open. A beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen was slumped over a corner table, her face flushed red, clearly drunk. Two lecherous men at the next table had ill intentions, but dared not approach. This hotel was owned by the Yi family, and no one dared to cause trouble here.
The sound of horses' hooves drew closer, and a man strode through the door—it was Liu Bai: "Where are you?"
The shopkeeper and waiter hurried over, pointing to the table in the corner: "Manager Liu, is this it?"
Seeing the little girl lying safely on the table, Liu Bai breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of hooves outside again. A magnificent carriage arrived and stopped at the door, and everyone went out to greet it.
A young man in fine clothes stepped out of the carriage, and without even looking at the crowd, asked indifferently, "Where is he?"
Liu Bai quickly replied, "It's inside."
The young master nodded and asked no more questions, walking straight into the room. When he saw the person sleeping by the table, he frowned slightly, went over, patted her shoulder, and softly called, "Lingling?"
Qiu Lingling opened her eyes and only then recognized him with great difficulty: "Brother Yi?"
The young master smiled and said, "It's getting dark. Let's go back with Brother Yi." He reached out and picked her up, then walked out the door.
Liu Bai took two steps, then turned around and nodded to the shopkeeper beside him: "Well done, there will be a reward tomorrow."
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In the bedroom of the villa, the young master took off her outer cloak and placed her on the bed. Just as he was about to pull the blanket over her, the person in his arms suddenly reached out and hugged his neck, sobbing softly.
"Lingling?"
"I'm not as pretty as them, am I?"
The young master sighed softly, sat down on the bed, and picked up the kitten, whose two paws clung to him and refused to let go.
Qiu Lingling looked at him, her large, hazy eyes glistening with tears, still slightly drunk: "Am I not pretty?"
The young master blinked: "What's wrong?"
“He doesn’t want me anymore,” Qiu Lingling hugged him and cried, “I love him, but he’s looking for other girls, he doesn’t want me!”
Ah, thinking of other men while I'm in your arms, little kitten. I really want to punish you severely. Young Master said affectionately, "Brother Yi wants you. You're the most handsome."
"You lied to me!" she shouted angrily.
"No."
"Then I'll marry you, you have to take me!" Her delicate body writhed in his arms, her soft little hands tugging and scratching at his body like an angry kitten. Her cold little face rubbed against his ear, the scent of wine mixed with the fragrance of a young girl.
The young master laughed, "I am not a gentleman."
That's right. To drive another man out of a woman's heart, you have to leave her with a deeper memory than that man. So the bedroom is the best place to conquer a woman, not only physically but also emotionally. You see, most women will always remember their first man.
"You asked for this," he whispered, his voice low to her neck. "Brother Yi wants you, so you can't regret it."
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Well, cough, as I already kindly warned, this story will stop at a frustrating point, and we've reached that point now... Please put this story aside for now, and welcome to the new one :))
New time-travel novel address: "Time Travel: A Thunderous Journey"
Leaking secrets
She hesitated for a moment, then was quickly swept into the torrent. The pain finally jolted her from her drunken stupor as the enormous foreign object invaded her body. All her frantic movements stopped instantly, and she let out a mournful "woof".
"It hurts..." She frowned, unable to resist pushing him away with her hand, and pleaded in a low voice, "It hurts, please go out."
"You want me to leave now?" The young master grabbed the hand and chuckled softly, "No good."
The assault continued unabated, relentlessly pushing forward. She could only bite her lip and endure it, tears welling in her eyes, a hint of bewilderment in them.
The young master supported himself with his left hand and touched her forehead with his right hand, saying softly, "It won't hurt in a little while, sweetie."
"Really?"
"Has Brother Yi ever lied to you?"
She stopped talking.
He continued his movements, very lightly and gently.
The sensation of the huge foreign object entering and exiting her body was so clear, rubbing against her body again and again. The pain made her groan involuntarily, bringing a little pleasure, but also more despair. Even if she was ignorant, she should know what was happening. Peach Blossom's eyes were filled with a gentle smile, but they were not the eyes in her heart.
The movement suddenly intensifies, as a form of punishment.
She couldn't help but gasp and cry out in pain, "Brother Yi! It hurts! Brother Yi!"
You only remember me when it hurts? The young master smiled. Then let it hurt. Thinking of another man while under one man, little cat, you'd better not make me angry anymore.
Without time to think, the violent and rough movements caused her face to turn pale with pain, but she bit her lip desperately to stop crying out, only letting out muffled groans.
The young master stopped what he was doing and looked at the half-open eyes beneath him, filled with grievance and pain. He frowned slightly, reached out and wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye, pried open the small hand that was tightly gripping the bed sheet, and said seductively, "Hold me, and it won't hurt anymore."
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Jin didn't go to Qing Si's place. He just went to Tianshui City and drank with Jiang Xiaohu all night. At dawn, he decided to return to Jin Garden. The Yi family was far away in the north. Perhaps this time, the little girl would never see him again. Should he pack her things? In the last three days, he didn't want to hide anymore. He was afraid that he would forget that face in the future. Or should he remind her that going to the Yi family so early was not a good idea? Would it make the Yi family look down on her?
In the Yi Family Villa, in the west-facing room, a window on the south wall was half-open. Qiu Lingling sat motionless on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, her face pale and her eyes vacant.
Jin watched her from outside the window for a long time before finally realizing something was wrong.
The room's furnishings, the sandalwood clothes rack by the bed, and even a man's outer robe on the bed—that's right, this is Yi Qinghan's bedroom!
Trying not to think too much, he darted inside.
When Qiu Lingling noticed that there was someone else by her bedside, she merely glanced at him indifferently.
She lacked her usual radiance, the joy of seeing him, and even the sadness and anger. Her appearance frightened Jin, and he tried to take her hand: "Lingling?"
She dodged it.
Jin was terrified and tried to pull her up as usual, but he inadvertently noticed that there were spots scattered on her jade-like neck.
Jin is a man, so of course he knows what this is.
It felt as if something had burst in his chest, and a faint, sweet, metallic taste rose to his throat. His mind went blank, and he couldn't care less about anything else. He quickly grabbed her hand and roared, "What's going on!"
She cried out in pain.
"Yi Qinghan? Is it him?!" Almost losing his mind, he dragged her in front of him.
"It hurts..." Her wrist was almost crushed. She looked at him pleadingly, her big eyes filled with pain.
His heart was almost numb. Jin slowly let go of her hand, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses and understand what had happened. He reached out and gently hugged her, expressionless: "He bullied you, didn't he? I killed him."
"It is rather inappropriate for Master Jin to trespass into the inner chambers." A calm voice replied.
Jin threw her aside and slapped her.
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The palm strikes were fierce, each aimed directly at a vital point, clearly intended to take a life with all their might. The young master did not take the blows head-on, but merely dodged, the wind whistling through the small room.
"I will take responsibility for what I did, why is Master Jin angry?" came a smiling voice.
Jin said coldly, "You dare to force her!"
The young master finally took the blow head-on and stepped back: "Why does Sect Leader Jin assume that I forced her?"
Jin gritted his teeth: "How could she..."
"Jin, stop hitting me." A murmured voice interrupted him.
A chill ran through him, and Jin abruptly withdrew his hand, turning to look at her.
Qiu Lingling lowered her head and remained silent.
His handsome face finally turned pale. He was so attached to the feeling of her being by his side that he couldn't bear to lose her. It was all the result of his selfishness. He had never considered her feelings. Everything was his own doing. It was his decision. He was the one who pushed her away and towards Yi Qinghan. He was the one who ruined her.
Jin replied, "You won't be as foolish as her."
"With such a beauty before me, I am but a human being," the young master smiled. "I will take responsibility for my actions. Why is Master Jin so eager to kill me? Is it because he intends to leave my junior sister a widow, or does he have other plans?"
Jin sneered again, about to strike once more: "Shameless scoundrel!"
The young master did not dodge: "It seems that Master Jin has already found a better way to deal with her. In that case, killing me is no problem."
His internal energy was forcibly withdrawn, and his chest felt as if it had been struck by a heavy blow, causing excruciating pain. Liquid welled up in his throat, carrying a metallic taste. Jin Huanlai barely managed to stand, his face pale and trembling uncontrollably.
The young master walked to the bedside, a hint of guilt in his eyes: "I saw her drunk last night, so I brought her back. Unfortunately, I also had a few too many drinks yesterday." He sighed softly: "Now she is a member of the Yi family, and she may be carrying a child of the Yi family. I originally intended to marry her and will treat her well. If Master Jin is not afraid of ruining her life, and insists on taking her back, I will not stop him."
Qiu Lingling suddenly raised her face, a glimmer of light appearing in her large eyes.
Jin didn't have the courage to go see it.