Chapter 258 Don't Hit Someone in the Face

In the dimly lit wardrobe, Kong Wange whispered to Murong Ting, "Don't make a sound. I'll let you out when I tell you to."

Inside the cabinet, seeing her tense expression, Murong Ting couldn't help but smile and said, "Okay, whatever you say."

Kong Wange wet her hair with water, turned around, and went out to open the door.

The people outside were getting impatient.

Upon seeing her open the door, the man in the lead immediately frowned and said, "Miss Kong, you've been wearing these clothes for far too long."

Kong Wange feigned a flustered expression, adjusting the towel she had just draped over her shoulders: "I'm sorry, I was just taking a shower, and I still have shower gel on..."

Seeing that her hair was still dripping with water and that her almond-shaped eyes showed fear, the man didn't seem to be lying. He coughed lightly and said, "Then please let us in, Miss Kong. We'll just go inside and take a look."

Kong Wange quickly turned to the side, somewhat frightened, and asked, "Who are you? I've never seen you before?"

"Qianliu." The man's words were brief and cold.

Qianliu?

It doesn't sound like a person's name; it sounds more like a code.

Kong Wange glanced at him a few more times without making a sound.

Unexpectedly, the man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and he turned around to look at her with keen insight.

Kong Wange didn't look away, but immediately put on a curious expression and asked nervously, "Has our house really been broken into?"

The doubt in Qianliu's eyes dissipated, and he began to investigate while giving a perfunctory "hmm".

Kong Wange covered her mouth in shock: "Ah, what did that thief look like? Was he strong? Did he carry a knife? Was he after money or...?"

She pretended to be too scared to continue.

The servant following behind Qianliu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Qianliu glared at him, and he immediately shut up.

Qianliu turned to look at Kong Wange: "Miss Kong, a thief is a thief. He looks ordinary and doesn't carry a knife. You should watch less TV dramas."

Kong Wange said awkwardly, "Oh, I've just never seen it before, and I'm a little curious."

Qianliu ignored her this time and focused on searching for people.

I checked the bathroom, under the table, and even under the bed, but I didn't see anyone.

Only the walk-in closet was left unchecked.

Qianliu paused for a moment, then went into the dressing room and walked towards the pear wood wardrobe.

Kong Wange quickly stepped in front of him and said timidly, "These cabinets are full of girls' things, so it might be inconvenient to check them."

Qianliu gave her a cold look and pushed her away: "It's my duty, Miss Kong, please forgive me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he placed his hand on the cabinet door.

Kong Wange's hand clenched slightly into a fist inside her sleeve.

The cabinet door was suddenly pulled open.

Splash—

The things that had just been piled up into a small mountain suddenly collapsed and fell all over the ground.

Time seemed to stand still as I looked at the sanitary napkins scattered all over the floor.

The servant who followed in was dumbfounded.

"Ah, what are you doing..." Kong Wange hurriedly stepped forward, her eyes glaring at Qianliu with a mixture of shyness and anger: "I already said, it's inconvenient to investigate!"

She simply opened the cabinet door completely, her eyes blurry with tears, and said in a sobbing voice, "Investigate, investigate, investigate for as long as you want. I don't think there's any thief at all. You're just looking to bully me and deliberately trying to humiliate me. Tomorrow, I'll go to my uncle and let him judge this matter."

Kong Wange had just finished showering, and she still exuded a faint fragrance. Her cherry-like lips were so rosy that one couldn't help but want to pluck them.

She was already beautiful, and with that coy, shy look, few men could resist her.

Even though Qian Liu was naturally cold-blooded, the tips of his ears turned slightly red. He cleared his throat and took a step back: "Miss Kong, I was being presumptuous. Please tidy up. Since the thief isn't in the house, let's leave now..."

Before he could finish speaking, his foot, which was about to walk out, suddenly stopped, and then his nose twitched.

Kong Wange's heart, which had just settled, tightened again. She looked at him, confused, and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something else?"

Qianliu frowned and whispered to the person behind him, "The smell of blood..."

Kong Wange had exceptional hearing and heard it clearly. She couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Is this person a dog? How can he still smell it after I've sprayed so much perfume!"

Taking a deep breath, she bit her lip and said, "What did you say?"

Qianliu remained silent, his face darkening, and took a few steps to return to the cabinet.

In a moment of panic, Kong Wange grabbed his arm: "Mr. Qianliu!"

Feeling the soft touch on her forearm, Qianliu paused and turned to look at her.

Kong Wange seemed somewhat embarrassed to ask, "Did you...smell...on me just now?"

Qianliu was stunned: "From your body?"

Kong Wange lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed: "I happened to be there those two days..."

Upon hearing this, and seeing the sanitary napkins scattered all over the floor, Qianliu, not being an naive young man, immediately understood what she meant.

The people following behind also understood, and tugged at Qianliu's arm, teasing, "Brother Qianliu, your nose is too good! You can even smell the scent on someone's body?"

Qianliu: "..."

He hadn't expected to encounter such a situation and said somewhat awkwardly, "Miss Kong, please get some rest. We won't disturb you any longer. Goodbye."

Kong Wange nodded shyly: "Mr. Qianliu, please take care."

Qianliu then quickly left with the servants.

After he left, the people in the courtyard were also removed.

The room quieted down, and Kong Wange finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She got up, walked to the wardrobe, kicked the sanitary napkins scattered on the floor aside, opened the wardrobe door and said, "It's safe now, come out..."

Before she could even utter the word "ba," a strong arm suddenly emerged from a pile of clothes and dragged her straight into the closet.

Kong Wange exclaimed in surprise, and before she could react, she had already fallen into Murong Ting's arms inside the cabinet.

The surrounding air suddenly became thin.

The man's broad, lean chest bumped against her, making her nose hurt. She rubbed her sore nose and got up, glaring at him in the dim light: "What's wrong with you?"

Murong Ting pulled her into his arms and kissed her the next second.

Kong Wange was completely stunned and for a moment forgot to resist.

Unlike his usual careful treatment of her, Murong Ting was now domineering, as if he were a completely different person, his arms gripping her shoulders.

Kong Wange felt short of breath, her body went limp, and her blood was boiling, almost setting her on fire.

Just as she was about to faint from lack of oxygen, Murong Ting finally released her.

The air rushed in suddenly, and it took Kong Wange a few seconds to react. Without thinking, she reached out to hit his face.

Murong Ting gripped her wrist, looking into her almond-shaped eyes, reddened with anger and embarrassment, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "Don't hit someone in the face!"

Kong Wange was furious and continued to slap his face with her other hand.

Murong Ting reacted quickly, grabbing her hand again and saying seriously, "Don't hit someone in the face."