Qiao Qiu walked to the chair against the wall, sat down with a flourish, her posture leisurely. Her fingers rested on the tea table, and her dark blue sleeves slid back slightly, revealing a bit of pure white narrow sleeves.
With a hint of cynicism in his deep eyes, he looked at Murong Wenfeng, a smirk playing on his lips. "Now that you've seen it, what do you think?"
"Surprised, so surprised." Murong Wenfeng walked over and sat down next to him. "I just guessed you were good-looking, but I didn't expect you to be even better looking than me."
"I'm not the only one who's better looking than you." Qiao Qiu thought of Dongfang Wuye's face, the face of an absolute shou (a character known for his pure and innocent appearance), which was usually exquisitely beautiful.
"I know my own appearance. I don't aspire to be the most handsome man, but I just hope to be able to bewitch some beauties." Murong Wenfeng laughed, his jade-like temperament completely at odds with the content of his words.
Qiao Qiu looked at his face and nodded seriously, "Brother Wen Feng's appearance is one of the best I have ever seen. Not to mention women, he can charm several men as well."
"This is getting more and more outrageous." Murong Wenfeng shook his head and laughed. "Let's not talk about this anymore. What do you plan to do about Feihong Village? They've insulted you like this. Whatever you want to do, I'll support you."
Qiao Qiu touched her chin, remembering something. The dark blue sleeve, along with the white sleeve underneath, slipped down, revealing a section of snow-white, slender arm. There wasn't a single hair on that arm; the skin was smooth and delicate, as if it had no strength at all.
"Tsk, Yuanqing, I'm not saying this to be mean, but with your internal strength, your looks, and your figure, I, as a fellow man, am truly envious. If I were a woman, I would definitely marry you." Murong Wenfeng looked enviously at the arms that Yuanqing could still show in the daytime. He also had internal strength, but he couldn't do what Yuanqing did, managing to get by with just two pieces of clothing.
"Marry?" Qiao Qiu raised an eyebrow. In reality, all that was known in the entire Jinxi Kingdom was that Meng Yuanqing was very successful in business; nothing else was known. Many people held different opinions about his martial arts skills. Some believed he possessed martial arts skills, while others believed he did not.
Some people considered testing him, but Meng Yuanqing was surrounded by many experts, making it too difficult to get close to him.
Perhaps Qiao Qiu could use this to sneak into Feihong Village and take a look.
Murong Wenfeng felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze. "What are you doing? I was just saying if I were a man, not a woman, and my sexual orientation is not a problem."
"If there are no problems, just marry a good wife and stay home to be a good wife and mother, so your father won't keep nagging about your marriage, and your mother won't be so worried about it. Last time I went to your family mansion, when Aunt Liu saw me, her eyes lit up like lamps, and she kept asking me if there were any good girls in Jincheng? If there were any good girls in other places? She practically wanted me to list all the beauties in the country for her to choose from." Qiao Qiu recalled this memory and couldn't stop smiling.
She knew Dongfang Wuche's feelings for Murong Wenfeng. When she was asked about it, she must have felt like her heart was being torn apart, but she still had to smile and answer Murong Wenfeng's mother.
Life is already so hard, why hide your feelings for someone?
Qiao Qiu completely forgot about the time when she was hiding her feelings. Sometimes, it's not so easy to openly like someone, especially someone of the same sex.
The acceptance of same-sex love in Jinxi Kingdom is not very high, which is why this problem became Dongfang Wuche's fatal flaw.
Murong Wenfeng gave a bitter smile, a smile that seemed to be intoxicating like fine wine, but immediately turned into bitter wine. "I just wanted to find someone I truly loved, but my mother is forcing me. What can I do? I can't confront her head-on, so I had no choice but to hide here. Fortunately, I've been following you all these years and have acquired quite a few houses in various places."
"You have a bunch of weird brothers, how come they haven't bothered you?" Qiao Qiu asked, propping her head up with her hand, looking quite content.
"Their skills? I wouldn't even look at them. They're all petty opportunists with no long-term vision," Murong Wenfeng said disdainfully.
"How have you been lately? Any trouble?" In the past, Dongfang Wuche often helped Murong Wenfeng solve some problems.
"It's nothing. I'm at this level now. Who would bother me now?" Murong Wenfeng said.
"It's good that you're alright. I'll stay here for a few days and wait for news." Qiao Qiu put her mask back on.
“Staying here with me is no problem…” Murong Wenfeng stroked his chin, his eyes looking up at the ceiling, clearly having something else on his mind.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Qiu asked, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"It's nothing, really, it's not a big deal. You'll see in a couple of days." Murong Wenfeng recovered completely, his smile as intoxicating as fine wine.
Qiao Qiu glanced at him suspiciously, her mind rummaging through Dongfang Wuche's memories. There was definitely something wrong with Murong Wenfeng's smile.
In the end, nothing was found. In Dongfang Wuche's heart, when she was with Murong Wenfeng, he only had Murong Wenfeng in his heart, and all her emotions revolved around him. There was nothing else.
As soon as the two left the secret room, Murong Wenfeng immediately ordered someone to arrange a superior guest room for Qiao Qiu.
Qiao Qiu put all the luggage she brought in the guest room, and then took a carriage and left the mansion.
Dongfang Wuche also owns many businesses in Nanyang, so she needs to inspect them.
If it weren't for the fact that she hadn't seen her old friends for a long time and needed to catch up, Qiao Qiu wouldn't actually be staying at Murong Wenfeng's place.
His place was quite a distance from all his shops.
Qiao Qiu didn't go back at noon. She didn't return to the Murong residence until evening, after finishing her work.
As soon as she entered the mansion, Qiao Qiu felt a tremor in her soul, and her tired and sleepy mind immediately became clear.
He's here!
So close, getting closer and closer...
Qiao Qiu looked up and saw Murong Wenfeng and a beautiful woman walking out, both of them smiling.
The beautiful woman's gaze was clearly a bit too enthusiastic, but Qiao Qiu's first notice was not of her, but of the inconspicuous maid beside her.
A maid? He actually became a maid?!
Qiao Qiu felt a mix of emotions once again.
"Brother Yuanqing!" The beautiful woman stepped forward and called out sweetly, without waiting for Murong Wenfeng to introduce her. "Brother Yuanqing, my name is Wan'er, Murong Wan'er, and I am Wenfeng's cousin."
Qiao Qiu glanced at Murong Wan'er, who immediately lowered her head shyly.
Qiao Qiu looked at Murong Wenfeng, who curled his lip in disdain, clearly looking down on his cousin.
Qiao Qiu could understand, after all, her title as the richest woman was well-deserved.
No matter what you marry or what status you're in, you need money, so why not just marry the richest man?
Qiao Qiu could clearly see that the girl had a good impression of her, but she still glanced at the maid next to Murong Wan'er intentionally or unintentionally.
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