mesbooks Chapter 138 "You are my queen!"
Chapter 138 "You are my queen!"
Xiao Die, with a mischievous grin, leaned closer to Lin Qianqian, her eyes sparkling with gossip, and teased, "Miss, what's wrong? Why is your face so flushed? Did you have some unexpected joy with the Prince yesterday?"
Upon hearing this, Wuming glanced over, his brows furrowing slightly, and his expression instantly darkening.
Lin Qianqian's face flushed even redder instantly, like a ripe apple. She lowered her head shyly, biting her lower lip lightly with her pearly teeth. After a moment of silence, as if suddenly realizing something, she quickly glared at Xiaodie, raised her hand and pretended to be annoyed as she gently patted Xiaodie's head, scolding, "You brat, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will not let you off easily!"
Xiaodie raised her chin slightly, her face full of arrogance, and continued unhurriedly, "I'm not talking nonsense! I saw it with my own eyes!"
She deliberately emphasized the words "saw it with her own eyes," while winking mischievously and holding up two fingers to make a gesture of the two people standing close together, "You and the Prince..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian immediately put on an angry face, puffing out her cheeks, but there was no anger in her eyes. She pretended to grab Xiaodie, saying, "Don't run away, wait until I catch you, and see how I teach you a lesson!" With that, she chased Xiaodie all over the house.
While nimbly dodging, Xiaodie couldn't help but playfully tease, chattering away incessantly.
Wuming slowly stood up, his brows furrowed into a deep frown. His hands unconsciously rose and fell, as if he wanted to do something but didn't know where to start. He could only stare blankly at the two chasing each other in the room, his eyes revealing a complex emotion, like helplessness or deep thought.
Lin Qianqian was so focused on chasing Xiaodie that her steps were hurried and her eyes were fixed on the nimble figure in front of her that she didn't pay any attention to her surroundings.
In the blink of an eye, Murong Yi's figure appeared in her path without warning. By the time she realized it, it was too late to avoid her. In that instant, her eyes were filled with terror, and her face paled instantly. In her panic, she lost her balance and fell backward.
Witnessing this sudden turn of events, Wuming's heart skipped a beat, his pupils dilated, and his face betrayed his panic. Without thinking, he rushed forward, his arm outstretched, trying to catch Lin Qianqian before she fell, but he was too late.
Xiaodie, who had been hopping and skipping away, was stunned into standing still by the unexpected event. Her eyes widened, her mouth gaped open, and the playful expression on her face vanished, replaced by intense tension and worry, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.
At this critical moment, Murong Yi moved swiftly forward like a ghost. With a powerful stretch of his long arm, he steadily caught Lin Qianqian's body as she was about to fall to the ground.
Murong Yi lowered his head slightly, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as he looked at Lin Qianqian in his arms with deep affection. His gaze was intense and passionate, as if it wanted to melt her completely.
Under that intense gaze, Lin Qianqian's face flushed slightly, as alluring as the clouds on the horizon. Her hands unconsciously gripped Murong Yi's body lightly, trying to find some support and balance, while her eyes darted around in a panic.
No matter how hard she tried to look away, Murong Yi's gaze followed her relentlessly, always meeting hers. Helpless, she bit her lower lip and slowly lowered her head, trying to use her loose hair to cover her increasingly burning cheeks.
Wuming felt his heart skip a beat, and he froze on the spot, as if he had been frozen in place. His eyes were fixed on the two people embracing in front of him, his eyes filled with complex emotions: shock, loss, and a trace of indescribable pain.
At that moment, he felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body, and he felt powerless throughout his body. His soul seemed to be detached from his body, and he could only watch helplessly as it all happened.
Xiaodie, however, seemed to have discovered something incredibly amusing. The tense expression on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by a bright, doting smile. She was slightly taken aback at first, then couldn't help but burst out laughing. The clear, melodious laughter seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet atmosphere.
Murong Yi completely disregarded the reactions of others. His gaze remained fixed on Lin Qianqian the entire time, his eyes burning with intensity as if they were about to scorch her, yet also filled with wisps of affection, almost like silk threads.
Lin Qianqian felt uncomfortable under his gaze. Her throat bobbed involuntarily as she swallowed, trying to calm herself down. Then she lowered her voice and said, "Um... you can let go now!" Her voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of barely perceptible shyness.
Upon hearing this, Murong Yi seemed to awaken from her reverie. A hint of reluctance flashed across her face, but she still slowly released her hand as instructed, softly replying, "Oh, oh..." Her tone was full of longing and regret.
Lin Qianqian pursed her lips and gently raised her hand to shake her hair, trying to dispel the embarrassment and panic in her heart and extricate herself from this awkward situation as soon as possible.
Xiaodie, with a forced smile on her face, took the first step forward, curtsied, and her clear voice rang out: "Greetings, Your Highness!" There was a hint of mischievousness in her tone, which seemed to add a unique touch to the delicate atmosphere.
Wuming was still lost in his own thoughts, his eyes vacant and dull, as if his soul had been ripped away. Seeing this, Xiaodie quietly reached out and pulled him back to his senses. Wuming suddenly snapped out of it, his face showing a hint of confusion and loss. He mechanically bowed and coldly said, "Greetings... Your Highness!" His expression was somewhat lost and lifeless.
Murong Yi slightly raised her eyes, her gaze sharp as lightning, and quickly glanced at Wuming, who was bowing his head in greeting. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes. Then she said loudly, "No need for formalities!" After the two stood up, Murong Yi suddenly stepped forward and reached out without any hesitation in front of Wuming, pulling Lin Qianqian's slender waist into her arms. The action was elegant and domineering.
Lin Qianqian was startled by this sudden action, her eyes widened, her body stiffened slightly, a blush rose on her face, and her eyes were full of shyness and reproach, yet she dared not struggle too much.
Lin Qianqian frowned, her eyes filled with embarrassment and displeasure, and said reproachfully, "What are you doing?" Her voice carried a hint of anger, yet also a touch of coquettishness.
Murong Yi, however, seemed not to hear her and continued to walk leisurely to her side.
He leaned down slightly, instantly closing the distance between them until they could clearly feel each other's breath. His deep eyes were fixed on Lin Qianqian, a faint smile playing on his lips, as he slowly spoke, "What's wrong? You are my queen, it's normal for me to be close to you!"
He paused deliberately, his voice suddenly rising, his eyes flashing sharply as he glanced at the nameless man beside him, "Could it be that you want to get close to someone else?"
Wuming's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, his teeth clenched, and his eyes burning with suppressed rage.
Lin Qianqian was both anxious and angry, her cheeks flushed red, and she said in a rapid-fire manner, "What are you saying! Let me go! It's daytime, be careful people don't gossip!"
Murong Yi's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he shook his head slightly, as if mocking her naivety. He said in a deep voice, "Gossip? In this palace, who dares to speak ill of me! I will make sure they die a horrible death!" As he spoke, a powerful aura emanated from him, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Lin Qianqian struggled fiercely, trying to break free from his embrace, but Murong Yi's arms were like iron clamps, firmly imprisoning her. Helpless, she could only frown, roll her eyes, pout, and puff out her cheeks, looking utterly adorable with her sullen expression.
Murong was even more enamored with this. He slowly reached out, gently cupped her cheeks, lowered his head slightly, and lightly placed a kiss on her forehead.
Xiaodie, standing to the side, covered her mouth in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. Wuming, on the other hand, seemed to have been struck a heavy blow; his body swayed slightly, and the pain on his face became even more pronounced.
Murong Yi seemed oblivious to their shock and continued, "Besides, we are husband and wife. You are my rightful wife. What others say is just idle gossip!" Lin Qianqian was speechless after hearing his words. She could only glare at him angrily, but she didn't know how to refute him. However, a warm feeling welled up in her heart for no reason.