Chapter 62: He Huan Sect Master Bai Yueguang 23 Uneasy

The last stick of incense burned out in the meeting hall, and Ji Hanlin finally freed himself from the argument of the crowd. The affairs of the Heavenly Court have been complicated recently. Some time ago, he even took a leave and went to Yundu Lake, just to capture Wen Qianning personally.

This time when I come back, I have to deal with the things that have piled up recently.

Although he now holds a high position, he rarely feels truly at ease.

The door of the hall was gently pushed open by the servant, and a warm fragrance wafted into his face. However, the next moment, a shadowy object flew out from the hall and hit him directly.

Ji Hanlin subconsciously raised his hand and caught the thing steadily. His palm felt cold. He looked down and found that it was a jade pillow.

“…” He raised his head, his eyes darkening a little.

The jade pillow was quite heavy. If he hadn't reacted quickly, it would have hit him right in the face.

Ji Hanlin frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on something not far away.

Inside the hall, the woman behind the gauze curtain was half-leaning on the couch. Wen Qianning's black hair was disheveled, and her eyes were cold. At this moment, she was looking up at him with a hint of obvious anger in her eyes.

His heart moved.

"What are you doing?" Ji Hanlin frowned slightly, but his tone was not stern.

Wen Qianning snorted and turned away, looking as if she didn't want to pay any attention to him.

Ji Han took a few steps closer, put the jade pillow back beside her, and his eyes fell on her profile.

She has always been flamboyant, and her emotions are often visible on her face, but he hasn't seen her so obviously angry in a long time.

"What are you doing?" The man's voice slowed down, with a hint of helplessness.

Wen Qianning said nothing. She sat with her knees hugged, clutching the corner of her clothes with her hands, and her expression was cold. But the redness at the corners of her eyes clearly showed that she was unhappy.

Ji Hanlin stared at her for a moment, thinking to himself, why would she suddenly get angry at him when she was fine?

"If I've done anything to displease you, just tell me directly." He leaned over, lowering his posture even more, and asked inquiringly.

The woman still refused to pay attention to him, and even shrank back on the couch, deliberately keeping a distance from him.

There was silence in the hall. Ji Hanlin's Adam's apple moved slightly and he sighed.

He has always been calm and taciturn, and not used to getting entangled with others, but when he saw me, Wen Qianning, like this, he inexplicably felt a little annoyed and uneasy.

"Ningning..." He finally called her by the name he had silently repeated in his mind thousands of times. Seeing that Wen Qianning was unhappy, he had long forgotten his words about revenge and punishment. "Why are you angry?"

Wen Qianning felt depressed. Today, in broad daylight, she saw with her own eyes a woman appear in his back hall.

She was already feeling wronged. She had lost her memory and knew nothing, and her heart was filled with confusion.

She had no idea what kind of person Ji Hanlin was, nor did she remember what had happened between them. She only vaguely felt that their relationship was unusual. But if that was true, why would he take in other women as concubines?

Seeing Ji Hanlin coming back, Wen Qianning couldn't help but throw the pillow at him to vent her anger.

However, facing his questioning, how could she have the nerve to express her confusion?

"Nothing." Wen Qianning pursed her lips and gave a cold smile, "My Lord, you should go and accompany your concubine given by the Immortal Emperor. I dare not disturb you."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ji Hanlin finally caught some clues and suddenly realized: "Are you unhappy about this? Just because of this?"

Wen Qianning's eyes flashed, and she turned her head away without answering.

Ji Hanlin stared at the awkward and spoiled woman, and felt inexplicably relieved in his heart, but he couldn't explain what he felt. He didn't expect that she would be angry because of someone else.

He thought she wouldn't care much about him.

"That person was sent by the Immortal Emperor. I never allowed her to enter the palace, let alone speak a word to her." The man closed his eyes and lowered his voice, coaxing patiently, "When the Immortal Emperor sent her here, I happened to go to Yundu Lake to bring you back. I haven't had time to deal with her these past few days."

"Ningning, you should know that my thoughts are not on them."

Hearing the man's patient explanation, Wen Qianning felt her heartstrings touched. Her ears gradually turned red, but she couldn't lower her head. She turned her face away and muttered, "Everyone knows how to coax people."

Ji Hanlin looked at her carefully and suddenly found it ridiculous. Eight years ago, Wen Qianning and Ji Ziming were in an ambiguous relationship, but he couldn't show any possessiveness towards her at that time because this woman only made him clear his position.

But now, she was taking advantage of her amnesia and not remembering the past to become jealous because of the slightest interaction between her and other women? This was really... too hypocritical.

Wen Qianning can be ambiguous with others without caring about his feelings, but he can't. Why?

Thinking of this, the man became unhappy. His eyes turned cold, and a hint of chill appeared at the corners of his lips. He sat beside her, reached out and clasped her slender wrist, without any tenderness at all: "Believe it or not."

Wen Qianning opened her eyes wide and looked at him in surprise.

That's not right. This is not the development path she expected.

She lost her memory, not turned stupid. There was definitely something going on between them, but she was jealous now. Why didn't Ji Hanlin comfort her?!

"Just because I had a little contact with someone, you're making wild guesses like this?" Ji Hanlin looked at her coldly, his words merciless, "Wen Qianning, I've already explained everything I need to explain. What you think is your own business."

Wen Qianning was stunned, feeling more and more aggrieved, but she didn't dare to say a word. The man in front of her was too cold.

Ji Hanlin lowered his head, and the hand holding her wrist tightened slightly: "If you continue like this, I will only treat you more coldly. Don't think that you can act like a spoiled child just because you have lost your memory."

Hearing this, Wen Qianning's eyes gradually became moist, tears rolled down her cheeks, she sobbed aggrievedly, her voice trembling: "You...how could you do this...I...I don't remember anything..."

She lowered her head, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't stop falling. Every tear expressed the helplessness and confusion in her heart.

Not knowing why the woman suddenly started crying, Ji Hanlin's brows furrowed instantly, and his heart was in a panic. Even before, he had never seen her so fragile.

He wanted to intimidate her with indifference, but as soon as Wen Qianning started crying, he immediately became at a loss.

"You...you don't tell me what happened between us in the past...Won't I be confused? And you...there are others...You might as well...just ignore me!" She burst into tears and accused intermittently.

Every word seemed to strike at Ji Hanlin's heart. He subconsciously reached out and held Wen Qianning close: "Ningning, don't cry."

Raising her moist eyes, the woman looked at him tearfully, pouring out all the loneliness and grievances in her heart in one breath: "You...you don't even want to tell me clearly about our past..."

"Ningning, listen to me..." Ji Hanlin's heart was instantly tightened. He panicked and gently lifted her chin.

It’s not that he didn’t want to explain it to her, but he was afraid that if he told Wen Qianning about their past, she would remember everything and leave him again.

But right now, I can't care about so much.

Because Wen Qianning was crying so hard that she was out of breath, she clutched his sleeve tightly and secretly wiped her tears with his sleeve: "You are still so cold to me, I hate you, I will never talk to you again!"

The next second, Ji Hanlin bent his head and pressed his lips against hers. At first, it was gentle, and then his movements gradually became heavier. The contact of their lips was filled with a strong sense of possession.

Wen Qianning was still angry with him and wanted to break free, but she found herself firmly held in his arms and was powerless to resist.

Tears slid down the corners of her cheeks and fell onto Ji Hanlin's chest. His palm gently stroked her back, allowing the woman's body to slowly relax. This silent comfort slowly stabilized her originally chaotic emotions.

After taking a few breaths, Wen Qianning gradually stopped. She looked up at him. Although there were still tears in her eyes, she was no longer sobbing.

Feeling that she had calmed down, Ji Hanlin parted his lips, still keeping a close distance, looking at her delicate face, gently stroking her hair, and whispered: "Ningning, I'm sorry, I'll tell you whatever you want to know, don't cry."

Wen Qianning nodded slightly, and the physical fatigue and inner grievances were slowly dissipated. She leaned in his arms, breathing slowly, her tears had stopped, and only a slight trembling remained.

He explained everything that had happened between them in detail, but deliberately concealed the existence of Ji Ziming. He only said that they had a quarrel and that he left the Hehuan Sect after the quarrel. So, they were separated for eight years.

The next time they met was at Yundu Lake, where she fought with Zhen Zhixin and accidentally hit her head on the doorpost, causing her to lose her memory. Afterwards, he took her back to heaven.

Wen Qianning blinked and tilted her head in confusion. A strange sense of familiarity welled up in her heart, and she tried to recall something. But her mind was blank and confused... She tried hard to grasp those lost memories, but it was like holding sand: the harder she tried, the more empty it felt.

She found it hard to imagine that the man in front of her had such a deep connection with her.

"Ningning, let the past be the past." Ji Hanlin leaned forward slightly, brought his face closer to hers, and reached out to wipe away the tiny traces of tears on her cheeks. "You don't have to rush to recall it. Just know... I still love you very much now. I always want to be with you."

Wen Qianning nodded. She didn't know whether what Ji Hanlin said was true or not, but he had no reason to lie to her. Moreover, she could feel that she did have an indescribable dependence on him.

The existence of this person makes her feel at ease.

"That's right."

As if suddenly remembering something, Wen Qianning looked up from Ji Hanlin's arms and said hesitantly, "Since you said I'm the leader of the Hehuan Sect, shouldn't I let the people of the Hehuan Sect know I'm safe? Otherwise, they'll get worried if they don't hear from me for a few days."

"..." Ji Hanlin's face turned dark in an instant, and he felt extremely unhappy. He just wanted to spend time alone with Wen Qianning and didn't want people from the Hehuan Sect to disturb him.

He wanted to stop her from going, but couldn't bear to say it out loud. Wen Qianning was innocent and carefree now, so she couldn't understand the possessiveness and anxiety in his heart.

The corners of Ji Hanlin's lips moved slightly. He reached out and gently squeezed her palm, and finally compromised.

"Got it. Tomorrow I will send a letter to Hehuan Sect to let Sang Yu know that he is safe."

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