Jian Xiuyun felt suffocated. Even when Liu Jun was here, he had never been so rude to him. He didn’t expect Liu Qi, a yellow-haired kid, to be so arrogant in front of him.
His face paled with anger.
Everyone saw the changes in Jian Xiuyun’s face, and the room was silent for a moment.
Yu Shaozhi’s face, which always had a gentle expression, darkened due to his words, and his eyes became colder.
He suddenly put down the teacup in his hand, and the ceramic cup made a crisp sound when it came in contact with the table.
“Why not?” Yu Shaozhi said, his voice cold and majestic.
Liu Qi looked at Yu Shaozhi, listening to him speak word by word, “He is the chief disciple of my master, my shixiong, the elder of Xuyu Peak, the shizun of the young head of the Lin family, and when the previous sect leader of Guyu Villa was still around, he was the Elder of the Lin family’s head. If there is no place for him to speak here, is there any for you?”
Liu Qi didn’t expect Yu Shaozhi to have such an aggressive side. He frowned slightly and sat up, seemingly dissatisfied.
Unexpectedly, before he spoke, Zhu Mingche’s expression darkened beside him.
His hand holding the porcelain bottle suddenly tightened, and he said in a serious tone, “Liu Qi, Elder Jian holds a lot of prestige here, so you should be careful about your words.”
Liu Qi’s face was completely lost. He sneered and stood up, “What? Isn’t this a gathering of leaders of various sects? An elder of his status is here and he doesn’t allow anyone to speak? Fine, fine, fine. Since all of you are of the same mind, then I will not get involved anymore, you can do as you like, Guyu Villa will no longer accompany you!”
After saying that, he strode outside.
Walking to the door, Liu Qi suddenly felt a chill.
He glanced and saw a young man dressed in black standing in the corner. Since he was standing against the light, his face couldn’t be seen clearly. He could only catch a glimpse of his tall and slender figure, and his black satin and blue-bottomed clothes. A string of silver ornaments hung on his boots, making a slight sound when walking.
The chill only lasted for a moment, and Liu Qi brushed it off and strode out.
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Due to what happened some time ago, Jian Xiuyun had been avoiding him. Coupled with the recent events, tonight was the first time the two of them were alone.
Jian Xiuyun instantly felt uncomfortable.
He rubbed his temples and pretended to be a little groggy.
“Wenxiao, I’m a little dizzy, so I will be going to sleep first.”
However, before he could stand up, his wrist was grabbed.
Jian Xiuyun raised his head and met Kan Wenxiao’s smiling eyes.
“Shizun, are you going to start avoiding me again?” Kan Wenxiao looked at him and said with a calm tone, but Jian Xiuyun could detect a sense of loss and sadness from it.
Jian Xiuyun sat down again with some embarrassment and smiled, “No, no, why would I avoid you?”
Kan Wenxiao lowered his eyes and looked at the wine jar in his arms. He turned the mouth of the bottle slightly and took a sip.
“Because I didn’t finish what I said that day.” Kan Wenxiao said, raising his eyes to look at him quietly. His eyes held a bright, shining light, as if they were holding stars in them.
When Jian Xiuyun heard this, he immediately panicked, fearing that he would say something inappropriate again.
The blood stains in the stream stopped him last time, but what about now? What excuse could he find this time?
Jian Xiuyun’s panic was too obvious. Kan Wenxiao looked away with some understanding. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
He took another sip of wine and suddenly asked, “Shizun, are you upset? Are you drinking wine to drown your sorrows?”
Jian Xiuyun didn’t expect him to suddenly change the topic. He was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief and said perfunctorily, “No, just drinking.”
Kan Wenxiao turned his head and stared at him quietly, his eyes indifferent, holding neither sadness nor joy.
He didn’t ask any more questions, just handed the wine jar to Jian Xiuyun, “I will drink with Shizun for a while.”
Jian Xiuyun couldn’t bear to reject him again and again, so he had no choice but to agree and reach out to take the wine jar. The two of them had nothing to say. They just looked at the moon in silence, and took sips in turns.
Jian Xiuyun couldn’t hold his alcohol well, and soon got drunk.
A faint blush appeared on his cheeks, and his eyes misted over, but they were still somewhat clear.
He knew he couldn’t drink anymore, so he handed the wine jar to Kan Wenxiao and said, “No, I can’t drink anymore, I’m dizzy.”
Kan Wenxiao supported his chin with his hand and looked sideways at him, and teased, “Shizun’s drinking capacity is as good as ever.”
Jian Xiuyun replied, “No, it is still a bit better than before.”
Kan Wenxiao chuckled, “I don’t see how.”
Jian Xiuyun refused to accept it. He held the wine jar and drank a few more sips, and said cockily, “I said I can still…hic…drink.”
Not long after saying this, he stood up while tugging on Kan Wenxiao’s sleeve, “Wenxiao, I’m dizzy, I want to sleep, mmh…”
Before he could stand up, he tripped on a tile and fell backwards.
When Kan Wenxiao saw this, he quickly put down the jar in his hand and caught him.
Jian Xiuyun fell into Kan Wenxiao’s arms. He had just drunk wine and his whole body felt light and airy, as if he would transform into an immortal any second.
Kan Wenxiao’s embrace was soft, and Jian Xiuyun felt weak when he tried to get up, so he simply accepted it. He found a comfortable angle in Kan Wenxiao’s arms, and leaned on him.
Kan Wenxiao stiffened and his arms slowly tightened.
He looked down at the person who had closed his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then called out, “Shizun.”
“Hm?” Jian Xiuyun closed his eyes and spoke lazily, like a napping cat.
“Shizun, why did you drink today?”
Jian Xiuyun’s consciousness had obviously faded away, and his voice was very soft and intermittent, “No, I’m not happy…”
Kan Wenxiao raised his hand and gently brushed away the stray strand of hair from his forehead, and asked, “Why are you unhappy?”
“Hmm…mmh…” Jian Xiuyun hummed for a long time, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned sideways, found a more comfortable position, and buried his head further in his arms.
Just when Kan Wenxiao thought he had fallen asleep, he heard his voice again, “Shizun gave…the position of head, to Junior Brother…”
He had a touch of grievance in his voice.
“Shizun obviously liked me more…”
After saying this, Jian Xiuyun fell silent again.
Kan Wenxiao lowered his head and looked at Jian Xiuyun, who was asleep but still aggrieved, and thought of the incidents that happened this morning.
He tightened his embrace, holding Jian Xiuyun tightly, and rubbed his chin gently against his forehead. He spoke word by word, “Shizun, since you want it, I will help you achieve it.”
Jian Xiuyun seemed to have fallen asleep, and unconsciously said “hmm” several times, but did not respond again.
Kan Wenxiao didn’t care. He lowered his long lashes and looked at his sleeping face quietly. After a long time, he seemed to finally confirm that Jian Xiuyun had fallen asleep. He then slowly and carefully leaned down, and gently pressed his lips against his forehead, dropping a light kiss.
Thanks very much for the chapter
Oh no… I have a bad feeling about this..
Why do I feel like he and what happened to the Lin family are linked? Suspicious 🤨