The Jianghu of Feng Qingcheng and Mo Xibei

Chapter 51

"Northwest, go!" someone called her name. But when she looked again, it didn't seem to be Zhang Han. "Not Zhang Han," Mo Xibei thought. "This person seems so familiar. Who is it?"

"Northwest, little pig, you've been sleeping for a long time, wake up quickly." Someone gently patted Mo Northwest's cheek and called her name repeatedly.

"I hate it when people take pictures of my face." Mo Xibei felt himself fall from the swing, his feet landing on solid ground, and he opened his eyes impatiently.

"I won't do it again next time," the blurry figure in front of her answered. Mo Xibei steadied herself and was so startled by the red and green painted face in front of her that she almost jumped up.

"Yes, you were scared, but it's alright now." Mu Feinan's voice, tinged with amusement, rang in Mo Xibei's ears.

"I bet you don't even know how to spell 'death'." His mind cleared, Mo Xibei smiled brightly, and while Mu Feinan was still in a daze, he smacked him across the face.

"Woman, I'm telling you, don't hit my face." Mu Feinan covered his head and rolled onto the bed. "It's over. You've ruined my unparalleled face. You'll have to take care of me for the rest of your life."

"Fine, I'll take care of you, no problem. But nobody here can eat for free. Since you're not bad looking, I'll take you in if you become a male prostitute." Mo Xibei sat up and said fiercely.

"I was worried you'd become stupid from sleeping too long, but now it seems you're cuter when you're asleep." Mu Feinan took off his ghost mask, revealing a red and purplish fist mark on his cheekbone, which stung painfully to the touch.

Mo Xibei realized he had hit her too hard. He thought to himself that it was normal for him to lose control of his strength after just waking up. However, he still felt a little regretful that he had really damaged the face of this stunning beauty. He couldn't help but reach out to touch it, saying, "Let me see. I hope it's not really disfigured. That would be a huge loss."

“You’re already disfigured, you have to compensate me.” Mu Feinan’s voice suddenly became so gentle it was almost sweet. He grabbed Mo Xibei’s hand and, with a little force, pushed the weak Mo Xibei down. “The principal and interest will be settled, no delays.” He sighed softly and kissed him without hesitation.

Mo Xibei's lips were soft, just like her body. Mu Fei thought that if this moment could stay, then the world would be so wonderful, so perfect that it would be flawless. He could explore it domineeringly, not allowing Mo Xibei to dodge. In fact, he felt that Mo Xibei did not dodge. On the contrary, her arms wrapped around his neck like snakes.

Volume Two: Traces Left by the Wind, Chapter Nine: Mutual Support (Part Two)

Mo Xibei's mind went blank for a long time. Mu Feinan wasn't kissing her for the first time, but this time felt completely different. His lips were hot, stealing her breath without hesitation, his soft tongue even sneaking into her territory. Passivity had never been her style, so after a moment's hesitation, she decided to kiss him back. She couldn't let herself be taken advantage of.

"Young Master Mo!" Honglu had traveled all the way from Jiangnan to the capital, and finding out about the Chunfeng Ruyi Tower, which Mo Xibei had mentioned so proudly in his letter, wasn't too difficult. Mo Xibei had never been a low-key businessman, so the rumors that Chunfeng Ruyi Tower had been surrounded by the Eastern Depot and even riddled with tens of thousands of arrows were now common knowledge in the capital. Rushing into the mansion behind Chunfeng Ruyi Tower, Honglu easily found Mo Xibei's room, following the same layout as in Jiangnan. Rumors said that Boss Mo had died from an arrow wound, and Honglu knew that was mostly nonsense, but where there's smoke, there's fire. She figured Mo Xibei must be injured, so she rushed in without even knocking.

"In broad daylight, you..." Honglu burst into the room, only to have a cold sword pressed against her throat, silencing her. Mo Xibei's large bed curtains still hung on the golden hooks, but in the middle of the day, two people were rolling around on the bed. One of them was pointing a sword at her, a murderous aura lurking on his handsome face, while the other lay on his back, his black hair spread across the bed. He slowly turned his head to look at her, his gaze slightly hazy, yet surprisingly charming and tender, leaving Honglu speechless. After a long while, she stammered, "Young Master Mo, it's me, I've come."

"Sister Honglv? Shouldn't you be in Jiangnan?" Mo Xibei's mind started working. She quickly sat up, snatched the sword from Mu Feinan's hand, and remembered that she had said if Mu Feinan touched her again, she would knock out his teeth. She clenched her fist and swung it at him.

"How ruthless!" Mu Feinan sensed something was wrong. He hastily turned his head, barely dodging a punch from Mo Xibei. However, he took a kick from Mo Xibei, but he flipped over and was already standing in the middle of the room, complaining under his breath.

"So what? It's not like you just met me yesterday," Mo Xibei retorted casually. He tried to stand up, but before his feet even touched the ground, he felt a wave of dizziness and almost fell headfirst to the ground.

"Northwest!" Mu Feinan rushed over before Honglu could, supporting Mo Xibei's body and gently pulling her into his arms. He also separated Honglu, who was rushing over at the same time, from the distance. "You've been sleeping for too long. Eat something before you move around."

"Did I sleep too long?" Mo Xibei's expression changed slightly. Without saying much, he simply shifted his weight to Mu Feinan, but smiled at Honglu. "My head is spinning from hunger, I probably really slept for a long time. It's good that Sister Honglu is here. I really want to eat your shredded chicken noodles, hmm. The kind with some sesame oil."

"My dear young lady, you really don't ask for much." Honglu had never seen Mo Xibei so delicate and submissive before, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart. Seeing that Mo Xibei didn't seem to dislike the touch of that extremely handsome man, she was puzzled, but she still put down her luggage and turned to go to the kitchen to cook noodles.

After seeing Honglu off, Mo Xibei immediately broke free from Mu Feinan's embrace and frowned as he asked, "Your poison is cured, but I've been asleep for several days?"

“You’ve been asleep for three days,” Mu Feinan’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. “My poison has indeed been cured, but your condition is not quite right.”

"Yes, you seem to be doing well, but I feel dizzy and have slept for three days. It seems unusual." Mo Xibei took a breath and silently circulated his internal energy. His true energy rose from his dantian and flowed through his body. He didn't feel any particular discomfort, but there was a chilling feeling that lingered where the true energy in his body was stuck together.

"What do you think?" Mu Feinan asked softly after watching Mo Xibei's face turn red and white in turns before returning to normal.

"I can't quite put my finger on it. I feel like something's not quite right, but I don't know what it is." Mo Xibei shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Could it be that everyone's tolerance for the Blood Sea Fragrance is different? If I had known this earlier, I would never have tried any antidote. Now look what's happened. If anything happens to me, you'll have to take responsibility."

“Okay, I’ll take responsibility, let’s get married,” a glint of light flashed in Mu Feinan’s eyes, followed by Mo Xibei’s words.

Mo Xibei was taken aback by his sudden words and coughed twice before saying, "Then I'm at a loss. You should ask me what responsibility you should bear. You're really disrupting my train of thought."

“But I just want to marry you. Ever since I woke up, when they said you were testing the medicine for me and were still unconscious, I’ve been thinking that the first thing I would do when you wake up is this.” Mu Feinan ignored Mo Xibei’s words, and simply reached out to gently stroke her face, his gaze focused and deep. “Xibei, I have never had such a strong feeling of wanting to never be separated from someone. You are the first, and probably the last.”

"You talk like I'm about to die. What's wrong? Is my condition so bad that you'd offer yourself to me?" Mo Xibei's heart sank, but he still smiled as usual.

"Who said that? I just feel that if a woman is willing to risk her life for me twice, I'd be letting myself down if I didn't do something." Mu Fei smiled, though he often did. He usually smiled, but those smiles were just a slight twitch of the corners of his mouth, unlike this cheerful one, which made everyone feel like spring was in the air. "Northwest, marry me. You won't lose out. Although I don't have a business as big as yours, I still have plenty of money. I can support your current expenses for three to five lifetimes. Money is something you can't take with you when you die, and it's mostly useless. Besides, I'm good-looking and I'm easygoing. You won't find another like me."

"Oh, that makes a lot of sense." Mo Xibei chuckled. "You are indeed quite good-looking, but I'm not planning to hang you up like a painting, so that's not an acceptable reason."

"Then, what about me? You've kissed me, you've hugged me, are you going to abandon me after starting this?" Mu Feinan leaned closer, his warm breath gently caressing Mo Xibei's cheek. "I don't care, you have to take responsibility."

"Ahem!" Honglu coughed outside the window, interrupting the conversation inside. "The chicken noodles are ready. May I come in?"

"Come in." Mo Xibei happily pushed Mu Feinan aside and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She quickly finished the bowl of noodles, and after eating, the symptoms of her physical discomfort seemed to have subsided a lot. Although her steps were unsteady, she was able to walk again. Mo Xibei directed Honglu to tie her hair up high in front of the mirror, and then put on a wide brocade Suzhou embroidery long gown.

"Boss, Young Master Chu requests an audience." Just as everything was tidied up, a maid gently knocked on the door.

Volume Two: Traces Left by the Wind, Chapter Nine: Mutual Support (Part Two)

"He came so fast! How did he know I was awake?" Before eating, Mo Xibei had already unceremoniously kicked Mu Feinan out. Now, only Honglu, who was constantly reporting on the business in Jiangnan, remained in the room.

“Oh, I just ran into Young Master Chu and Tian Xin while I was cooking noodles. They used to live at our house, so I just casually mentioned that you were awake.” Honglu asked curiously, “You don’t want to see Young Master Chu? Then why are they living in our house? Oh, I see, that pretty boy in the room just now was indeed more handsome than Young Master Chu. Young Master Mo, are you…”

"What nonsense are you talking about? You little rascal, what have you been thinking about all these months? I bet you didn't just run into Chu Junfeng by chance, you must have gone to see Tian Xin on your own." Mo Xibei scratched her face with her finger, blushing and green with embarrassment. After the two of them laughed and joked for a while, she called out, "Please invite Young Master Chu in."

"Northwest, you're awake. How are you feeling?" When Chu Junfeng entered the room, the warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the door, lazily falling on the hem of Mo Northwest's long, peach-colored brocade robe. The warm, bright color was almost dazzling. Chu Junfeng stared at the robe for a long time before finally looking up. Mo Northwest's face was slightly pale, but his eyes shone brightly, and he looked almost the same as before he was poisoned.

"I don't think it's bad, but it's not exactly good either." Mo Xibei was also looking at Chu Junfeng. The bamboo-green blouse and the moon-white robe made the man in front of him even more outstanding. However, although it had only been three days since they last met, it felt like a lifetime had passed. There was the joy of reunion, but more than that, there was a silent estrangement.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Chu Junfeng's eyes dimmed slightly upon hearing Mo Xibei's words, his concern evident. "I can't quite put my finger on it, but I heard that during the drug trial, Liu Haiyang was worried I wouldn't be able to withstand the poisonous blood of the Blood Man, so he specially neutralized the drug's effects. I don't know if it was because the effects were neutralized that the efficacy was weakened, which is why Young Master Mu is fine. But I've been dizzy for three more days." Mo Xibei stood up, poured two cups of tea on the table, and casually brought up the topic.

"Everyone's constitution is different, maybe." Chu Junfeng's lips twitched slightly, but he spoke calmly, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with Mo Xibei's words.

"I thought so too. By the way, what happened to the blood man?" Mo Xibei smiled and took a sip of tea. "I've been asleep these past few days. Was it a complete mess?"

"The Blood Men... have all been executed." Chu Junfeng seemed slightly regretful. "When the people from the Eastern Depot wanted to take them away, I felt that if the Blood Men fell into the hands of the Eastern Depot, they would inevitably become accomplices to the enemy in the future, so..."

"They're all dead?" Mo Xibei tapped his fingers lightly on the table. He was quite surprised.

“I’m also worried that things might get complicated if we wait too long. These blood-covered people are from Japan and are skilled in ninjutsu. Once they escape, it will be difficult to catch them again,” Chu Junfeng sighed. “You think I’m cruel, right?”