Seeing Ling Mo turn to leave, Qin Beiming could no longer suppress his anxiety. He suddenly reached out and tightly gripped her arm. "Mo... why aren't you asleep so late?"
Ling Mo was caught off guard by his sudden action and was pulled back, stumbling into his arms.
When she looked up and met Qin Beiming's deep, dark eyes, she felt her face flush and her heart pound like a deer.
After calming her breathing, she asked softly, "Third Master, you weren't pretending to be asleep just now, were you?"
"Um."
Qin Beiming nodded, as if treating Xiao Liwo with the same care, his well-defined knuckles gently tracing her long, ink-black hair.
"Um... don't misunderstand. I didn't mean to pull back your blanket. I just wanted to check how your chest injury was healing," Ling Mo quickly explained.
She didn't initially think there was anything wrong with what she had done.
The problem is that Qin Beiming is dressed too scantily.
Although the vital parts are covered, it doesn't seem to make much difference whether they are covered or not...
"Mo Mo, don't you really have any feelings for me at all?"
Looking at her serious expression, Qin Beiming felt increasingly frustrated.
Is it because she is too young and doesn't understand what desire is?
Or is it simply that she's not interested in him?
"Why do we have to talk about this kind of thing in the middle of the night?" Ling Mo was a little shy and didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he simply avoided the topic.
"I just want to know if you have feelings for me."
Qin Beiming sat up straight, pulled her into his arms, and tentatively kissed her lips.
At the doorway, Zhan Hanjue, who had gotten up in the middle of the night upon hearing the noise, glared at the two people tightly embracing in front of the bed. His face turned ashen with anger, and he roared:
"You little rascal, what are you doing?"
Upon hearing Zhan Hanjue's voice, Qin Beiming's body trembled, and he quickly released Ling Mo, saying repeatedly:
"Nothing was done."
Seeing Qin Beiming's guilty conscience, Ling Mo also became nervous and explained in a low voice, "I just came to bandage his wounds."
"Go back to your room and get some sleep." Zhan Hanjue softened his tone, his livid face suddenly becoming much gentler when he met Ling Mo's gaze.
"Um."
Ling Mo nodded like a chick pecking at rice, then ran out of the house as if fleeing.
For some reason, she, who was usually so arrogant, was actually a little afraid to see Zhan Hanjue's ashen face just now.
Like a child who has done something wrong, anxiously awaiting the "interrogation" from their parents.
"Slow down."
This was the first time Qin Beiming had seen Ling Mo so obedient, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He said that her rebellious and wild personality largely stemmed from her upbringing.
If one were always in a warm and loving environment, one would never be so cold and restrained.
"You little rascal, don't go too far! She was just trying to bandage your wound, why are you taking off your clothes?"
As soon as Ling Mo left, Zhan Hanjue's face immediately fell.
Qin Beiming looked somewhat helpless, subconsciously pulling the blanket up higher, and spoke in a deep voice:
"I didn't bring my pajamas."
"..."
Zhan Hanjue snorted and sat down on the edge of the bed.
After staring at the gauze on Qin Beiming's arm for a long time, and confirming that Ling Mo had indeed come to bandage Qin Beiming's wound, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Before he can figure out Qin Beiming's personality, he needs to keep a close eye on him.
Ling Mo is still young, and it is highly likely that she will be blinded by a man's sweet words.
Therefore, he had to help her make the right choice.
My precious daughter's marriage is a matter of life and death that cannot be taken lightly.
"You little rascal, listen to me carefully. If you do it again, I'll break your legs."
"I can't guarantee that. I didn't expect Momo to sneak over and apply the medicine for me."
Qin Beiming looked at the gauze ribbon wrapped tightly around his arm, and his mood seemed to be extremely good.
If Ling Mo could come and apply medicine to his arm every night in the middle of the night, he would rather the wound on his arm never healed.
Zhan Hanjue could detect a hint of smugness in Qin Beiming's calm tone, and his blood pressure soared. "You got the benefit and you're still acting innocent? Do you think I'm blind? Do you need a kiss to bandage a wound?"
Qin Beiming couldn't refute it, so he simply smiled gently ingratiatingly:
"I'll try to be more careful next time."
In fact, even he himself couldn't understand why he, who had never been so patient with his own father, would reserve so much patience for Zhan Hanjue.
Zhan Hanjue was seething with anger, but Qin Beiming's gentle replies calmly silenced him.
His eyes darkened slightly, and after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly realized that Qin Beiming was not as cold-blooded and ruthless as the rumors suggested.
Although Qin Beiming's actions were a bit unruly, he was always thinking of Ling Mo and at least wouldn't let her suffer any injustice.
"It's getting late, let's go to sleep."
Zhan Hanjue sighed, got up, and left the bedroom.
In fact, he had no prejudice against Qin Beiming.
He was just a little reluctant to part with his daughter.
"Um."
Qin Beiming was clearly flattered and nodded mechanically, "Dad, you should get some rest too."
Zhan Hanjue's lips twitched, but a sweet feeling welled up inside him, and he involuntarily murmured in a low voice:
"You little rascal, I didn't realize you had such a sweet tongue."
...
The next morning, before dawn, major news platforms had already released a series of bombshell reports.
Undoubtedly, the romance between the heiress of Shijian Group and the young master of Beijing's elite circle has once again topped the trending search list.
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