Chapter 77 I still want to cry
After sitting for a while, Jiang Zhishui's stomach kept growling.
Just then, the door opened, and Jiang Zhishui sat on the bed, looking towards the doorway, but no one came in for a long time.
Jing Qianheng stood at the door with steaming hot food in his hands, hesitant to step inside. He took a deep breath and finally took the plunge. Once inside, his steps were extremely light and silent, and he even held his breath.
When he put down the food box and looked towards the bedside, his body trembled involuntarily. Jiang Zhishui was sitting upright on the bed, staring straight at him. Jing Qianheng's voice was hoarse: "You...you're awake."
Jing Qianheng gripped his clothes tightly, sweat beading on his forehead.
Jiang Zhishui's gaze shifted downwards, noticing the knife wound on his hand, and she asked in a casual tone, "How did you get that?"
Jing Qianheng quickly hid his hands behind his back. His ears turned red, and he kept his eyes down, speaking nervously, "It's nothing... nothing at all."
Jiang Zhishui tried to stand up, holding onto the bedpost. Just as she was about to move, Jing Qianheng rushed forward and said urgently, "Don't move, sit there, I'll get the food box."
He had just run up to her and was about to reach out to help her when he panicked, pulled his hand back, and quickly went back to get the food box.
The food box was huge; he had made a huge batch, a dazzling array of everything imaginable.
Jing Qianheng took a bowl of porridge and glanced at Jiang Zhishui's face. He scooped up a spoonful, blew on it a few times, and held it to her lips, saying, "Be careful, it's hot."
"What are you doing?" Jiang Zhishui looked at him with a ghostly expression and asked warily, "What did you add to it?"
"..." Jing Qianheng raised an eyebrow, puzzled, and asked, "Wh-what?"
Jiang Zhishui looked at him with curiosity, "Why are you acting so strangely?"
"What happened to me?" Jing Qianheng noticed the half-tooth mark on her neck, his hand holding the spoon trembled, and he couldn't help but ask, "You have..."
Jiang Zhishui stared at him, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say. Seeing that she didn't want him to feed her, he put down the bowl and let her eat by herself.
Jing Qianheng stood to the side, watching her eat. Whenever she wanted something, he would always hand it to her first, his manner full of flattery.
Jiang Zhishui was too weak from hunger to care about him and just kept eating. After drinking the last cup of tea, she smiled with satisfaction.
When Jiang Zhishui handed the teacup back, her hand touched Jing Qianheng's fingers. She paused slightly, then casually touched her hair.
Jiang Zhishui unconsciously rubbed her aching lower back. After a few rubs, she realized that Jing Qianheng was staring at her. She felt a little embarrassed and annoyed, and said angrily, "What are you looking at! Don't look!"
Jing Qianheng knelt by the bed and whispered, "I'm sorry..."
Last night, Jiang Zhishui heard him apologize countless times until her ears were calloused. Every time he apologized, his actions and words were inconsistent, and the more she listened, the more goosebumps she got.
"Stop talking!" Jiang Zhishui glared at him, her breath unsteady. "If you say it a few more times, I'll be dead."
Jing Qianheng looked up at her, her hand dangling in front of his eyes. He grabbed it and said earnestly, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. Just don't hate me."
Jiang Zhishui tried to pull her hand away, but he held on tightly. He appeared humble and subservient, yet he couldn't hide his domineering and obsessive nature.
“You said it…” Jing Qianheng stroked her fingers, “You said you could, you were willing.”
Jiang Zhishui was filled with remorse. She never expected it to turn out like this. It was far too exaggerated and relentless, as if it wanted to devour her whole.
Jing Qianheng placed something in her palm. Jiang Zhishui opened it and saw that it was the divine artifact she had always wanted—the Golden Feather!
"You..." The golden feather in Jiang Zhishui's hand emitted a faint light, and she looked shocked: "You're going to give it to me?"
Jing Qianheng smiled and said, "Yes, haven't you always wanted this?"
He had previously said that the body in the ice coffin had disappeared, and Jin Ling was gone; he even suspected that she had stolen it. Jiang Zhishui knew the real location of Jin Ling at the time, so she didn't argue with him much.
Pei Yan was still alive, and only he knew where the real Golden Feather was. Jiang Zhishui had originally planned to wait until Jing Qianheng's emotions stabilized before finding an opportunity to remove the beast transformation spell from Pei Yan's body.
Jiang Zhishui examined the golden feather and asked, "Didn't you say you lost it?"
Jing Qianheng paused for a moment and said, "I got it from that white fox. The golden feather on the original ice coffin was lost. I don't know which one is real. If you didn't take it, I'll go look for it again."
If it's on Pei Yan, then it's real. But that child, did he really keep this on him all this time? I should have tied him up and searched his lower body back then.
Jiang Zhishui felt a pang of melancholy upon seeing the divine artifact. She had traveled through time to this first life precisely to find the artifact, and now that her mission was successful, she should be happy. Why did she feel so strange, unable to feel joy at all?
She looked up at Jing Qianheng, listening to his gentle voice as he said he still needed to find a second golden feather for her...
His attitude changed so quickly. He used to be very suspicious of her and would get angry with her at the drop of a hat, but now even if Jin Ling really was stolen by her, he seems to not care anymore.
Jing Qianheng knelt by the bed, his expression gentle, and said softly, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy? Isn't this true?"
Jiang Zhishui stared at him intently, puzzled, and asked, "Why...why are you suddenly giving this to me? Weren't you determined to never give it up before?"
Jing Qianheng lowered his eyes and remained silent.
Jiang Zhishui's eyes darted around, and suddenly she thought of something. She reached out and lifted his chin, making him look up at her. She said incredulously, "You wouldn't... wouldn't it be because of last night..."
When the topic of last night came up, Jing Qianheng blushed slightly, and his gaze shifted away guiltily, not daring to look directly at her.
She applied a little pressure with her fingers, and Jing Qianheng's pupils dilated in surprise. He had no choice but to look at her, his ears turning red. "I...I was afraid you'd be angry..."
"Oh...you were afraid I'd get angry, so you put something in my mouth beforehand to shut me up, right? You're really clever." Jiang Zhishui let go of my hand and couldn't help but chuckle. "If I'd known you were so easy to...squeeze..."
Her words trailed off as certain scenes from last night flashed through her mind. She swallowed hard, thinking: No, she had underestimated the situation. It was far more complicated than she had imagined. Jing Qianheng wasn't so... easy to deal with.
Seeing her face turn red and white, and then suddenly become serious halfway through her smile, Jing Qianheng felt uneasy and cautiously asked, "Are you very angry?"
Jiang Zhishui glanced at him, ignored him, stood up, and walked towards the dressing table.
Jing Qianheng hurriedly followed her. Looking at her in the mirror, Jiang Zhishui saw the marks on her neck and sighed softly.
"Yes..." Jing Qianheng was about to speak when he remembered she didn't want him to apologize, but he didn't know what to say. He stood behind her, looking pitiful, and said, "Don't hate me, okay?"
Seeing his expression, Jiang Zhishui turned back and said softly, "When have I ever disliked you?"
Jing Qianheng stared at her without blinking. "You do. You've hated me from the very beginning. You said I was spoiled, gloomy, and unreasonable. When Ying Xue asked you why you hated me, you said you didn't know, you just hated me. I heard you clearly."
“That time in the cave… if you hadn’t been desperate, you wouldn’t have come to me…” Jing Qianheng recounted the old grievances, each one meticulously accounted for. “Later, when you approached me, I always knew that I had something you wanted in me. Otherwise, given your personality, you would never have taken the initiative to get close to me.”
"Where did you hear all this from?" Jiang Zhishui asked in surprise. "You really do know everything."
“I know everything about you.” Jing Qianheng took a step forward and said affectionately, “That’s because I like you, I’ve always liked you. You hate me… but I still like you. You don’t want me… but I still like you. No matter what you do, I can’t stop liking you. I really…”
As he spoke, his voice trembled with emotion. As he spoke, he moved closer to her, forcing Jiang Zhishui to the window with nowhere to retreat. In this situation, it was hard to tell who should be crying.
Jiang Zhishui leaned against the window, listening to his anxious words. She couldn't bear to argue with him any longer. She leaned forward and gently kissed his lips, softly saying, "I don't hate you, and I won't hate you in the future. I take back everything I said about you before. Don't hold a grudge..."
Jing Qianheng was caught off guard, his expression slightly stunned, and he asked blankly, "Really?"
Jiang Zhishui smiled and kissed him again, gently licking open his lips and slowly connecting with them. He was initially somewhat restrained, but later, he was so aroused that he lost all restraint, grabbed her waist, and kissed her deeply.
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In a small village at the foot of the mountain, Granny Wu, carrying a basket, greeted acquaintances along the roadside one by one with a smile on her face. She rummaged through the contents of her basket, checked it to make sure nothing was missing, and looked up with satisfaction. But as she looked up, she saw someone directly in front of her, stopped in her tracks, and her hands holding the basket trembled uncontrollably.
In the woods, Granny Wu knelt on the ground. Directly in front of her, a man dressed in black turned around; it was none other than Pei Jing, the young master of the Demon Clan.
Aunt Wu begged for mercy, "Young master, young master, spare my life!"
Pei Jing smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm not here to hold you accountable for your escape, but because I need your help with something."
Wu Da Niang knelt on the ground. Upon hearing this, her body stiffened, and she said in a trembling voice, "Young Master, I have lost all my magic power and am like a cripple. I am truly unable to serve you. Please spare my life."
"I know, Qingmei, you were once the most beautiful woman in the Demon Realm. For a country bumpkin, you actually destroyed your demonic energy and hid in this desolate place to live the life of a human couple. I really don't know what's wrong with your brain."
Pei Jing looked at him with disdain, his tone carrying a hint of threat: "...I heard that you and that human had a son and a daughter, and you're living a very happy life."
Aunt Wu looked terrified and kept kowtowing, saying, "Young Master! Young Master! I will do anything, please spare them, they are my life, I... I will do anything."
Pei Jing leaned down slightly and laughed, "Qingmei, you've become so cowardly after being a human for so long. You've really opened my eyes. Don't worry, I'm not interested in your family of four, so you don't need to be so afraid."
He looked up into the distance. "It's not difficult. I just need you to bring someone to me."
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