Chapter 197 Cold-Blooded Young Marshal 11
She was very careful the whole way. When she arrived at the place from the previous night, she saw two soldiers in military uniforms standing at the entrance of the Western-style building.
She was startled and turned to leave, but the soldier said, "Miss An, please wait, please come in."
Xu Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief. If that's how she addressed her, she probably wasn't one of Jiang Lifeng's people.
The soldier led her up to the second floor and pointed ahead, "Miss An, the young marshal's room is just ahead. Just walk forward."
"Okay." Xu Qiuqiu nodded, and the soldier quickly left.
The door to the room was open, and she cautiously walked in, but she didn't see anyone inside. She was a little puzzled and took two steps forward.
"What is Ninth Aunt looking for? Is she looking for me?"
A pleasant voice suddenly rang in her ears, startling her. Her back bumped into his chest, and she realized how close they were.
"So eager to throw yourself into my arms?" Ling Jiazhen grabbed her wrist to steady her, and teased her, "Tsk, I didn't expect Ninth Aunt to be so two-faced."
Seeing her ears turn red, Ling Jiazhen was even more pleased. He leaned close to her ear and breathed, "Why is your face so red? Did I guess right?"
Xu Qiuqiu was embraced from behind by him. Through his shirt, she could feel his body temperature and heartbeat, and his masculine aura enveloped her.
Even though we've been a married couple for several lifetimes, my heart still races.
Moreover, he had inadvertently brushed against her earlobe while he was speaking. Her body, which had been personally trained by him in the previous world, would feel weak in the knees when she touched him.
Xu Qiuqiu closed her eyes briefly, remembering she couldn't forget her innocent, naive persona!
She struggled frantically, crying out, "Young Marshal, what nonsense are you talking about? It's not like that! Let me go..."
"Okay." Ling Jiazhen was very obedient and immediately let go of her hand, even taking two steps back.
He suddenly let go, and Xu Qiuqiu, who was struggling, lost her balance, staggered a couple of times, and was about to fall.
Damn! Why isn't Ah Zhen playing by the rules?! She only struggled for a moment before letting go? Shouldn't she be angry and threaten her?
She thought she was going to fall and embarrass herself, but instead her waist was caught. She looked up and saw his smiling eyes. He teased, "Ninth Aunt, are you trying to take advantage of me by falling into my arms again?"
Having been teased once again, Xu Qiuqiu was a little angry. "Then let me go!"
Her angry expression made Ling Jiazhen pause for a moment. In the past, she always looked frightened with tears in her eyes. This time, she seemed like a rabbit in a hurry to scratch someone, but without sharp claws. Instead of causing harm, she was rather cute.
He resisted the urge to reach out and touch her face, helped her stand up, and then took two steps back to create some distance.
Xu Qiuqiu felt a pang of regret. She had just lost her temper and snapped at him. Was her innocent, pure image about to crumble?
She had to find a way to salvage the situation. A passage from a book flashed through her mind, and she stubbornly raised her head to question him: "Young Marshal, you've humiliated me time and time again. Are you happy now?"
At this point, her eyes welled up with tears again: "What did I do wrong? Why are you treating me like this?"
Seeing her teary-eyed look, Ling Jiazhen wanted to pull her into his arms to comfort her, but he knew he couldn't do that. Every time he touched her, she would want to escape from him even more.
He didn't know how to have a normal conversation with her. In the past, he would just fight if he wanted something, or threaten the enemy to make them panic before striking them dead. These tactics always worked when he was fighting for land.
It worked on her, but not the way he wanted. He knew she would be scared, knew she was all alone, so he kept threatening her with the fact that she had secretly met with him.
She was indeed scared and came to see him tonight, but the way she looked like she was about to cry really upset him, and his heart started to ache along with her sadness.
Seeing that he was just staring at her without saying a word, Xu Qiuqiu panicked a little. Had she overacted?
Just as she was lost in thought, Ling Jiazhen explained in a calm tone, "Ninth Aunt, don't overthink it. I'm just a bit mischievous and was just joking with you. I didn't mean to humiliate you."
Xu Qiuqiu pretended to wipe her eyes with a handkerchief, her voice choked with emotion, and said, "In that case, if there's nothing else, Young Marshal, I'll take my leave..."
She kept threatening to leave, which made Ling Jiazhen extremely angry. "Who gave you permission to leave?"
Remembering her aggrieved look, he suppressed his anger and softened his tone, "Ninth Aunt, have you forgotten what you promised me this morning?"
"Young Marshal, I cried just now and my voice isn't good, I'm afraid I can't sing."
Ling Jiazhen frowned. "Then dance for me."
Xu Qiuqiu said softly yet stubbornly, "I can't dance anymore, I just twisted my ankle a little."
Her refusal angered Ling Jiazhen again. He cornered her against the wall, looked down and stared straight into her eyes. "Is it really a sore throat or a sprained ankle, or do you just not want to sing for me or dance for me?"
Xu Qiuqiu whispered in defense, "Young Marshal, you're overthinking it. How could I dare to deceive you?"
Ling Jiazhen exhaled, grabbed her hand and pressed it against the wall, her eyes filled with hostility. "Ninth Aunt, I want to tell you, I really have a bad temper. I hope you won't test my limits anymore. Don't say anything that will make me angry, otherwise you probably don't want to know what I might do, right?"
His gaze was inexplicably frightening, and Xu Qiuqiu's body trembled involuntarily. She was a little scared; had she gone too far?
Thinking of this, she immediately became obedient and pleaded in a very soft voice, "Young Marshal, don't grab me so hard, it hurts... My voice is really a little hoarse, Young Marshal, I can dance for you to make up for it..."
Seeing her forced to be obedient, Ling Jiazhen was still somewhat dissatisfied, but at least she wouldn't say those provocative things to him anymore, so he didn't make things difficult for her, let go of her hand, and his gaze fell on her wrist.
A red ring appeared on his fair hand, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Although he was very angry just now, he hadn't lost his mind and used so much force that he left such a red ring.
He couldn't help but ask her, "Is your hand... alright?"
After asking, I wanted to touch her hand, but I was afraid of hurting her by touching it too hard.
"It's alright, young marshal, don't worry." Xu Qiuqiu shook her head, but when she looked up, she saw his guilty eyes.
She habitually comforted him softly, "It's okay, my skin is like this, it leaves marks easily. Even the slightest touch will leave a mark. Although it looks serious, it's not actually injured and will disappear in a while."
Ling Jiazhen was somewhat shocked by her sudden gentle attitude. It was the first time she had spoken to him so gently, and his heart softened. If she continued to be like this in the future, he would never scare her or threaten her again.
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