Chapter 157 Just a pretty boy, is he worth crying over?
A villa on the outskirts of Beijing.
Xie Jingxing was overjoyed after Zhao Wenxuan died.
This kind of happiness is not ecstasy, but a sudden relaxation after long-term suppression, a sense of enlightenment after the gloom has dissipated.
For the first time ever, he became interested and personally went to the villa where Qian Yueqiu kept male lovers.
before.
Xie Jingxing used to think the courtyard was dirty, but now he felt that it wasn't so bad after all; at least the scenery was decent and the air was fresh.
The so-called "filth" seemed to have been blown away by a gust of wind with Zhao Wenxuan's death, leaving no trace.
In a very good mood.
He did a good deed that others considered almost saintly—he sent someone to give Zhao Wenxuan's mother a generous sum of money so that she could leave the capital, a place of sorrow, and return to her hometown to buy a few acres of land to live out her retirement in peace.
The guards were stunned.
He gestured to Xie Jingxing as if slitting his throat, meaning, "Master, are you doing this for Madam Qiu's benefit? Once that old hag returns to her hometown, you'll kill her."
Xie Jingxing casually fiddled with the jade thumb ring on his thumb and said indifferently, "Debts are settled when a person dies. I can't let an old woman starve to death on the street and tarnish my reputation for nothing."
Only he himself knew that this was not pity, but a display of the victor's posture, a crushing defeat from the material to the spiritual.
He wanted to completely erase everyone and everything related to Zhao Wenxuan from his and Qian Yueqiu's lives, including that insignificant worry.
This money bought out the past and wiped away the last bit of unpleasantness.
All his good mood vanished the moment he saw Qian Yueqiu, like a ember extinguished by cold water.
Seeing Qian Yueqiu shed tears for Zhao Wenxuan, he still felt a slight pang in his heart: "Is that man really that good, worth you crying your heart out for him?"
Qian Yueqiu raised her tear-filled face and looked at him, her eyes clear yet stubborn.
She sobbed for a moment, then answered honestly, "He's not as good as you."
These words were like a feather, gently brushing against me, yet bringing a deeper sting.
Xie Jingxing's voice carried a hint of disbelief: "If he's not as good as me, then why are you crying for him?"
Qian Yueqiu sniffed hard, her small nose tip turning red, looking extremely aggrieved, like a child whose candy had been taken away: "Then I like him too... he's more well-behaved."
The word "well-behaved" was like a fine needle, precisely piercing Xie Jingxing's most sensitive nerve.
Yes, a man like Zhao Wenxuan would probably be completely obedient to Qian Yueqiu, never daring to disobey her in the slightest.
Xie Jingxing, on the other hand, is a controlling person with an unpredictable temperament and ruthless methods, and is certainly not "well-behaved".
But it is precisely a man like him who can protect her in this cannibalistic world and give her a comfortable life.
What else can that "obedient" Zhao Wenxuan give her besides shedding a few useless tears?
They can't even save their own lives!
An unnamed fire surged in his chest, but he forcefully suppressed it when he met her wet eyes.
He sighed, reached out, and awkwardly yet firmly pulled her into his arms.
Her body was soft and slightly cool from her tears, trembling gently in his arms.
Xie Jingxing tightened his arms around her, as if trying to meld her into his very bones, his voice carrying a hint of compromise and coaxing that he himself was unaware of: "Then I'll be very good from now on."
These words, spoken by him, sounded somewhat absurd, yet were incredibly earnest.
Upon hearing this, Qian Yueqiu, who was in his arms, paused slightly.
She suddenly raised her head, and her large eyes, which had just been filled with tears, suddenly lit up like stars ignited.
She grabbed his shirt, eagerly seeking confirmation, her voice filled with hope: "Then you'll listen to me from now on, right?"
Seeing her face brighten instantly, Xie Jingxing felt a surge of warmth and almost without thinking, he agreed: "I'll listen!"
She tilted her head up, a hint of timidity in her eyes, and tentatively asked, "Will you make me your wife in the future...? I also want you to enter the Xie family in a grand procession, carried by eight sedan chairs."
Although she is not very bright.
However, my cousin Qian Yueshu's wedding was grand.
My second sister, Qian Yuexia's, wedding was also a grand affair with an eight-person sedan chair.
So she also wanted to...
"Sure!" Xie Jingxing answered readily.
Giving her the title of legal wife was a deal he had already agreed to with Qian Yueshu.
His straightforwardness clearly encouraged Qian Yueqiu.
Her courage grew, and she went a step further, her eyes burning with a naive ambition: "Then can I become the matriarch of your Xie family?"
Upon hearing this, the warmth in the air instantly froze.
Xie Jingxing's arm holding her stiffened slightly.
The matriarch of the household?
He really couldn't agree to that.
The Xie family was no ordinary family; they were a powerful and influential clan with deep roots and influence throughout the court and the country.
The Xie family's backyard was a battlefield without gunpowder, filled with scheming and endless trivial matters.
The wives and concubines, the stewards and maids, the accounts of the estate and shops, the balancing of social obligations... which one of them is not laborious and requires extremely high skill and cunning to deal with?
And Qian Yueqiu...
Xie Jingxing knew better than anyone that although she was beautiful, she was so simple-minded that she was almost foolish. Her mind was like a pool of clear water, and you could see right through it.
She doesn't know how to scheme or hide her emotions; she laughs when she's happy and cries when she's sad, all her feelings written on her face. She can't handle the complex affairs of the Xie family, nor can she manage those women with their own agendas.
Letting Qian Yueqiu be the head of the household is tantamount to throwing an innocent little rabbit into a pack of wolves; she'll probably be devoured until there's nothing left but bones.
Even though he had the ability to protect her, he couldn't attend to the women's struggles all the time; ultimately, the mistress of the house had to face these issues herself.
Xie Jingxing remained silent.
The light in Qian Yueqiu's eyes quickly dimmed, her lips drooped, and the tears she had just stopped welled up in her eyes again.
She abruptly broke free from his embrace, turned her back to him, and shrugged slightly. She seemed to have learned to threaten without being taught: "I knew you didn't love me... You won't even agree to this... Then I, then I'll find a male concubine! Someone even more obedient than Zhao Wenxuan!"
These words struck Xie Jingxing like a thunderclap.
A surge of violent energy rushed to his head, and he almost lost control and strangled this heartless woman.
Looking for male concubines?
What is that?
She actually dared to have male concubines!
Zhao Wenxuan was already a thorn in his side, and she still wanted to repeat the same mistake.
But looking at her thin, trembling back, thinking of how she had just cried for another man, and then thinking of the fear of "losing her"... he managed to suppress the raging anger.
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