Qingshan Wild Man Valley

Chapter 58

He snatched the hair away, his eyes practically radiating murderous intent, and finally said, "Qingshan, stop messing around..."

"Get me to Hengshan!"

"Who said I was going to Hengshan?"

"I'm going now, you'll come with me!"

What are you going to Hengshan for?

"Explore Zhuling Cave, enjoy the scenery, and see the Water Curtain Cave."

"Aren't you looking for someone?"

“Hehe,” I laughed, “the savage is really clever.”

"You—" the savage cried out, "He's the second to last, not the last. I won't go back to the future with you, do you understand?!"

“I know,” I replied, “You don’t even know who the last one is. We still need to find Rao Zhenmu first and ask him clearly. I’ll go with you to ask. I’m the leader of the martial arts alliance, and they are Taoist priests. They won’t do anything to me! Besides, the leader’s outing can be a cover for you. You can say you’re visiting fellow practitioners, and they won’t be wary of you. Moreover, you are my martial arts leader’s male concubine—”

"Who's your male concubine?!" The savage snapped, trying to slap me.

"I want to go too!" Suddenly, another person appeared. Seeing my and the wild man's new hairstyles, Qingyou was taken aback at first, then said firmly, "I'll go to Hengshan with you!!"

The savage looked at me and my younger brother Qingyou as if we were two lunatics. "What's it to you?!" he shouted in a hoarse voice. "Who asked you to meddle in my business? Who asked you to come with me to Hengshan?!"

Qingyou's younger brother retorted, "How can you say it has nothing to do with us? Isn't our family's feud our family's feud too? Isn't it right that Sister-in-law Qingshan cares about you and stands by you through thick and thin—"

I rushed forward and grabbed Shao Qingyou, because the wild man's expression no longer seemed like a joke. He turned around and swept all the decorations off the table next to him, then put his hand to his chest and gasped for breath.

"Shao Yanhe...?" Qingyou's younger brother tried calling out.

"A savage?" I cautiously stepped forward. "Savage, are you alright?"

He remained silent, one hand supporting himself on the corner of the table, the other pulling at his hair, seemingly in a headache.

"Savage—" I jumped forward, but he suddenly shoved me to the ground, shouting, "Don't come any closer—!"

"Ah!" I fell to the ground.

My younger brother Qingyou rushed over to help me up and shouted at the savage, "What are you doing?!"

The wild man had a terrible headache; his upper body was practically collapsing onto the table. I pushed Qingyou aside and rushed over to him, crying, "Wild man—wild man—where does it hurt? Where does it hurt? Tell me quickly! It's me, Qingshan! Don't scare me! Don't scare me!"

"Ugh..." The savage finally groaned in pain, sliding under the table and leaning limply against the table leg. "...Don't go to Hengshan..." he mumbled incoherently, "...No one should go...Don't go..."

"Shao Yeren, you've really lost your mind!" I hugged him tightly. "How can family members not spend time with each other? You're not allowed to have a headache, you're not allowed to make Qingyou and me worry, and you're not allowed to leave us behind..."

So, the savage quickly did something he would regret for the rest of his life. Perhaps he was really provoked, because he broke free from me. When I tried to pull him back, he suddenly turned around, his eyes shining, his gaze unfocused, and he slapped me. If it weren't for Qingyou holding him back, he would have almost strangled me to death.

The slap from the savage was completely different from the slaps from my dad and Xu Yi. After all, he was a martial arts master. When that slap came down, I felt like the world changed color and the sandstorm swept across the sky. So much so that I didn't feel anything when he pinched me afterwards, because I very wisely fainted.

Chapter 77

The convoy set off, while the fake owner, Gan Mo, stayed behind.

The savage was dozing off with his head on my lap when the carriage jolted, and he screamed "Ah!" and opened his eyes.

"Had another nightmare?" I asked, wiping his sweat with a small handkerchief.

He silently said "It's okay," turned his head, closed his eyes, and faced my chest.

I nudged him forward, but he didn't move. "Full fat, oh..." I reminded him.

“Sun Qingshan,” he said, his eyes still closed, “I dreamed about you.”

"Did I turn into a dinosaur?" I asked.

He remained silent.

"Am I turning into a haggard old woman?" I asked again. "Wrinkles? Weight gain? Sagging breasts?!"

"I dreamt that you came home..."

"It really was a nightmare." I pouted.

"I've gotten used to it..." the savage continued, his breath hot against my clothes, making me feel uneasy... "When I was little... in the Chen Gang Palace... I achieved early success... I killed my enemies..." He held my hand, "Always, it's just me... I've never felt insecure..."

"The more you gain, the more you have to give back... Sun Qingshan, can you bear it?" he asked me calmly.

"What's the meaning?"

“…I’m afraid you can’t handle it…” The savage gripped my hand tightly. “You’re not strong at all…I’m worried about you…”

"And what about you?" I asked.

“…I’m used to it,” he surprisingly replied.

I gritted my teeth and dug my nails into his hand. The savage frowned slightly, but let me dig deeper and deeper.

Actually, what he's been worried about is how I'll feel after we separate... In fact, he himself is already hesitant about whether to be cold towards me or let things melt away between us like chocolate syrup melting in the heat...

He wanted me to have no regrets, and he didn't want me to be too painful when I lost him. He didn't even think about himself. If he had made up his mind long ago, but had continued to indulge me like this, in the end, he would be the one who would lose the most. What kind of habit is that?

...

After a day of swaying and rattling, the carriage arrived at the nearest city, Jiangdu, to make preparations.

"Where to go first?" Song Guan asked, leaning close to the carriage window at the city gate.

"Are you hungry?" the savage asked me.

"I'm hot!" I replied, seemingly unrelated to the question.

"Go to Wenxiangchi first," the wild man instructed Song Guan, "the rest of you go find lodging."

"What is the Wenxiang Pool for?" I asked.

“Mandarin ducks playing in the water,” the wild man replied.

...

At the pool entrance, I jumped out of the car, and the waiter came up to me. "Give me a mixed-gender bath!" I shouted.

Shao Qingyou's face darkened immediately. "I won't bathe with you."

"How rare!" I pulled the wild man. "Let's go play in the water like mandarin ducks, hurry up!"

The savage laughed and let me pull him. He was wearing only a thin piece of clothing, and with a little effort, half of his pale shoulder was exposed.

At the counter, the owner said, "Male guests, please turn to the left; female guests, please turn to the right."

"I want to shower with a guy," I said.

The innkeeper was drinking tea when he sprayed a mouthful of tea all over the waiter's face. He then asked, "Young lady, are you serious?"

The savage waved his hand and asked for a private hot spring pool. He ignored the others who came with him, such as Qingyou's younger brother.

"Is it really a hot spring pool?" Under the big tree, there was a clear bathing pool. A wooden screen blocked the view. I jumped down, and water splashed all over the wild man's face.

"It's just a gimmick," the savage replied while wiping away water. "It was dug by hand."

"That's not bad either." I splashed water; the water was cool, the evening breeze was blowing, and the fragrance of tree blossoms filled the air. I was very happy.

"Why aren't you taking off your clothes?" I submerged halfway into the water and saw the savage sitting on a small stool next to me, dressed impeccably, without ever coming into the water to tease me.

The savage replied, "I'm here watching you."

"What are you looking at me for?" I waved at him. "Come down, come down."

The savage shook his head, rested his cheek on his hand, and stared intently at my naked body without blinking.

"Don't you want me to see... the burns on your back?" I asked, clinging to the shore, and reached for the watermelon, but the savage gave me a slice of red flesh cut from the fruit plate first.

"What are you afraid of?" I shouted, spitting as I ate watermelon. "Back when you were covered in wounds, didn't you let me see every single one of them?"

“I’m not afraid,” the savage said, “I just want to look at you.”

"Boring, I want to see you take your clothes off."

"Then show it to me for a while."

I carelessly tossed aside the watermelon rind and started acting like a scoundrel, yelling, "Take off your clothes—! Take off your clothes, you savage!" Finally, I shouted and jumped out of the water, "Take off your clothes—Shao Yanhe—!!!"

"What's going on? What's going on?!" Upon hearing the name "Shao Yanhe," one person immediately rushed past the screen, still wearing his bathrobe.

"Ah—!" I screamed, instinctively clutching my chest.

"Ah—!" Qingyou screamed at the same time, his eyes wide and staring straight at me, his gaze shifting downwards—

Startled, I followed Qingyou's gaze and suddenly realized—covering my chest was wrong, covering my bottom—no! Covering my face!!

When I actually covered my face with my hand, I realized again that Qingyou knew me, so why was I covering my face?

Just then, a soft, thin garment floated down onto me. I removed my hand and opened my eyes—"Shao Qingyou, haven't you had enough yet?!" I shouted.

"You, you, you—!" Shao Qingyou still had the nerve to argue, glaring at me like I was a monster, "You down there—you…you…you—!"

"That's a bikini line!" I yelled, my neck practically bulging, and glared at the savage, "Hurry up and throw your perverted brother out!!"

The savage looked grim. Just as he was about to ask Shao Qingyou to leave, Shao Qingyou stepped back and stepped on my watermelon rind. He lost his balance and fell backward, about to smash the screen. At the crucial moment, the savage finally intervened and caught his brother's slender waist.

Then the two of them immediately stood up straight. The two grown men, who were clearly not wearing shirts, were entangled in a particularly erotic scene. But it ended in an instant, and the atmosphere became a little cold. Qingyou lowered his head to pick up his bathrobe, and without looking at anyone else, he quickly left.

The savage looked down at his hand, the very hand that Qingyou had injured.

I crouched underwater, holding onto the wild man's clothes, which floated on the surface like blooming water flowers, softly swaying in the halo of light.

The savage walked back to the edge of the pool. "...I'm sorry..." I said softly.

He paused, then asked, "Why are you saying sorry?"

"That's the problem!" I fearlessly stood up from underwater again, pointing at the savage's emaciated upper body. "Aren't you jealous?!" I asked. "Your brother saw me naked!!"

The savage laughed, as if I were making a big deal out of nothing. “You didn’t do it on purpose,” he said. “You didn’t want it to happen either.”

“I think you’re weird.” Still clutching his wet clothes, he looked down at him, a head shorter than him, and stared straight into his eyes. “You really are weird.”

"What's strange about it?" the savage asked, his naked upper body drawing my attention more than his slightly parted lips.

“Shao Qing persuaded you that you are very jealous,” I said. “I’ve always thought you were a chauvinist, but—how many times has this happened? You’ve never been angry or even reacted the slightest bit when you saw me with Yan Chaohong or Xu Yi—didn’t you feel anything? Didn’t you want to lose your temper and yell at someone?!”

The savage didn't even blink, his smile fading slightly. "It's not your fault, who should I blame?" he asked. "You?"

“Do you know my dad?” I asked, “he can’t even handle a male doctor examining and touching my breasts. I’m your darling, right? When something like this happens, can’t you at least show some appreciation? Otherwise, I’ll feel like you don’t really love me at all.”

The savage lowered his head. I moved closer to the edge of the pool and tried to grab his ankle. He looked down, and I looked up at him from below. His sharp chin, long eyelashes shrouded in twilight, the tips of his hair swaying gently in the wind, his prominent collarbone… “Only I know,” I said, looking intently into his eyes, which now held a hint of melancholy, “only I know how hypocritical, how conservative you are… So you don’t need to pretend in front of me. I don’t want someone else to come and tell me every time that you’re angry, jealous, or upset… and I can only blame myself afterward because I can’t feel anything at all…”

After listening quietly to what I said, the savage slowly squatted down, leaving a long shadow behind him.