So, Qin Ge, with a cold face, was held in Huo Beiyuan's arms like a human pillow, unable to move like a piece of wood. Although her face was expressionless, a hint of despair could still be seen on her fair and beautiful face.
His dark, glassy eyes stared at the ceiling, wide awake as he thought, "How did I end up as a sex worker?"
Tsk, people who owe money have no human rights.
He then turned to look at the instigator, or rather, the creditor, Huo Beiyuan.
The person is still unconscious.
With eyes closed.
Qin Ge used the faint, cool moonlight to examine the man's features—
Despite his frequent internal monologues calling Huo Beiyuan a villain, an old man, and a pervert, the 27-year-old Huo Beiyuan himself was anything but old. His long, dark eyelashes hung beneath his pale blue-black eyelids, his nose was smooth and high, and his facial features were refined and elegant, exuding a mature masculine charm.
Tsk.
He truly lives up to his reputation as a beautiful, powerful, and tragic villain.
It is related to the word 'beauty' after all.
However, Qin Ge wasn't some lovesick boy who would be easily swayed by someone's appearance and fall for them after just a couple of glances. So, his gaze as he stared at Huo Beiyuan's face was filled with a hint of resentment.
Because Qin Ge rarely shares a bed with anyone.
This experience of being held in someone's arms like a human pillow, with long arms and legs, was truly unprecedented.
That's why he can't sleep.
When bored, all you can do is stare at the culprit or the ceiling.
As the long night drew to a close and dawn broke, the hazy light of day illuminated the inky black sky. Qin Ge's eyes, which had been open for almost the entire night, felt slightly sore, and his eyelids slowly drooped down...
He didn't even know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, Huo Beiyuan was gone. Qin Ge moved his stiff hands and feet, and the soreness in his back and waist proved that what happened last night was not a dream.
As Qin Ge stretched, she accidentally twisted her waist, and with a 'crack' sound—
His expression changed immediately.
I gasped in shock.
He cursed inwardly:
Dogs are worse than old men!
Qin Ge, supporting his waist in an odd posture, limped downstairs, where he was greeted by Aunt Yun's almost loving gaze.
The usually reserved and unsmiling housekeeper of Jiyuan Garden, who had been so rigid and conservative last night, surprisingly gave Qin Ge a smile today and greeted him, "Good morning, Young Master Qin."
Qin Ge, "..."
While feeling inexplicably confused, I also felt a chill run down my spine.
Qin Ge put down his hands that were rubbing his waist and massaging his arms, hesitated for a moment, nodded to Aunt Yun, and said, "Good morning, Aunt Yun."
Although it was just a casual movement, it looked exceptionally good when performed by a young boy, giving him the air of a noble prince straight out of a comic book.
Aunt Yun's attitude could be described as enthusiastic: "Did Young Master Qin sleep well last night?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Ge could only want to complain—
He didn't sleep well at all!
I barely slept all night, and when I woke up my back and waist ached as if I'd been fighting in my sleep. But that old pervert Huo Beiyuan…
Suddenly remembering that Aunt Yun, the housekeeper of Jiyuan, was Huo Beiyuan's direct subordinate and was extremely loyal to the villain, Qin Ge suddenly lost the desire to confide (and complain) to Aunt Yun.
Qin Ge returned the housekeeper's smile with a perfect fake smile and replied, "Excellent."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Yun's smile grew even more loving.
He seemed to be saying, "Young Master Qin, you've worked hard. I understand your hard work. You don't need to be so strong and stubborn."
Looking at Aunt Yun's smile, three words came to Qin Ge's mind: Aunt's smile.
~
Huo Beiyuan sat at the dining table. The man in the wheelchair was wearing a dark black suit. The shoulders and cuffs were perfectly ironed and tailored. The top button of the collar was fastened, concealing the man's Adam's apple, giving him an inexplicable air of asceticism.
Even though Qin Ge isn't the kind of superficial person who's easily swayed by appearances, she has to admit that Huo Beiyuan is good-looking.
Especially today, Huo Beiyuan, bathed in the morning light, looked radiant and handsome with a luminous complexion. Even the bloodshot eyes and dark circles under his eyes had disappeared without a trace. It was as if a handsome and powerful vampire had drunk his fill of blood, hiding his weakness and fangs. What he showed to the world was the perfect gentleman and elegant demeanor.
Tsk~
Qin Ge wasn't in a good mood. He smirked unhappily, walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite Huo Beiyuan. "Uncle Huo, good morning. Looks like you slept well last night."
The tone was somewhat sarcastic and mocking.
After finishing the last piece of rare steak on his porcelain plate, Huo Beiyuan put down his silver knife and fork, wiped his lips with a snow-white napkin, and then slowly looked up at the boy. "You're quite irritable this morning, kid."
"Aunt Yun," the man said slowly, "give him a bowl of rock sugar pear soup to cool him down."
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