Chapter 101 Extra 1v2 IF Route - Purchase with Caution [VIP]
The corridor was quiet, with only Qingran's shadow cast on the ground, lonely and elongated by the lamplight, making her appear particularly thin.
Qingran heard her own tense breathing, but there was no other response.
That's right, his relationship with Chaochao is a done deal, what can Changqing say?
Reason told him this, but Qingran couldn't stop the disappointment and sadness from welling up in his heart, making his chest feel heavy and astringent.
He didn't know what he was disappointed about, nor what he was sad about, so he told himself again that fate was playing tricks on him and there was no need to delve into it.
He took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, a faint smile appeared on his lips: "No matter what, it's a good thing to see Changqing again. Chaochao and Grandpa will be very happy to know."
"You don't have to smile if you don't want to." Xing Wendao gently touched the corner of his lips.
Qingran's smile froze.
"Ao Ran."
In her confusion, Qingran met the man's deep eyes, which were unfathomable and complex, hiding many emotions she couldn't understand.
Xing Wendao asked him, "Can I interpret this sentence as a signal that I am allowed to move forward?"
Qingran was bewildered.
Xing Wendao chuckled and sighed, "Alright, let me ask you another way: were you sincere about what you just said?"
Qingran nodded and said softly, "I didn't lie to you."
"good."
Xing Wendao only said this one word before he cupped his cheek and lowered his head to kiss him.
Qingran opened her eyes wide in astonishment.
He wasn't lying, he really couldn't let go of Changqing, but... but he's already with Chaochao, how could Changqing...!
He panicked and tried to speak, but the man seized the opportunity to pry open his teeth and suck his tongue.
The man's way of kissing was completely different from Xing Chao's. Instead of an eager attack, he explored, teased, and licked the lips meticulously, like savoring a unique dessert.
Despite it being their first kiss, he knew exactly what Qingran's sensitive spots were like.
They kissed intimately on the lips, while his hands skillfully caressed her smooth, blue-tinged lower back and full buttocks.
The movements were slow and deliberate, yet they swiftly dismantled Qingran's nascent resistance, much like a sudden storm.
From resisting and blocking the man's chest to helplessly resting her hands on his shoulders, it all took only the time of one deep kiss.
"Um……"
He let out a soft hum, vaguely thinking that Changqing's kiss was so cold, his hands were so cold, and he seemed to be wearing a ring on his hand.
The ring startled him awake, and he struggled to turn his head: "Chang... Changqing."
Xing Wendao was not saddened by his rejection, because he knew what Qingran cared about.
He kissed away the dampness from his lover's lips: "If you mind your relationship with Xing Chao, then let me tell you, I've been inside you countless times."
Qingran turned around in shock.
Xing Wendao chuckled and kissed his incredulous eyes: "Have you forgotten? Before I existed independently of the Xing Dynasty, I could share his five senses."
So he saw how Qingran and Xingchao got together, and their struggles and hesitations.
Of course, Xing Chao also genuinely felt every hug, kiss, and possessive gesture he made towards Qing Ran.
Qingran was overwhelmed with shame and didn't know what to do about their complicated relationship.
After a moment, he came up with an excuse to change the subject: "The ring..."
Xing Wendao didn't want to push him too close, so he looked at the ring on his left ring finger.
"I don't know the specifics, but I have a feeling it's related to our marriage certificate."
When Qingran and Xing Wendao got married, they obtained two kinds of marriage certificates: a Western one, which was a foreign marriage certificate, and a Chinese one, which Huang Jiancheng copied from his master's marriage certificate.
"Ao Ran."
Xing Wendao held Qingran's left hand, their two hands, adorned with matching wedding rings, pressed tightly together.
"You, me, and Chaochao, it seems we are destined to be entangled forever."
Qingran didn't understand what he meant by those words.
Xing Wendao didn't explain. He knew that too many things had happened in such a short time, and Qingran must be very confused.
He took Qingran's hand and led him back to the bedroom, then used his energy to press down the doorknob and push open the door.
"It's late, go back to sleep," Xing Wendao said, placing his hand on Qingran's back and gently pushing him forward.
"good evening."
Qingran turned around.
The man smiled faintly at him and asked gently, "Or is it that Xing Chao didn't satisfy you?"
How could Xing Wendao, with his upright and virtuous appearance, utter such vulgar words! Qing Ran stared in disbelief.
Xing Wendao touched his face: "Go ahead, I'm usually in my own bedroom during the day, you can come find me if you're bored."
Qingran, her mind a jumble, replied, "Goodnight."
The door was closed from the outside. Qingran's confusion and helplessness gradually subsided as she turned around, and then turned into surprise and interest.
Xing Wendao's reaction was much more proactive than he had expected.
Is it because he shared the five senses with Xing Chao?
Xing Chao was still fast asleep on the bed. He quietly approached, lifted the covers, and lay down on the bed. The young man, sensing his familiar presence, put his arm around his waist and pulled him closer to his chest.
Qingran skillfully found a comfortable position in the other person's arms, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
*
Over the next period of time, Qingran began visiting various Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries to thoroughly study Xing Wendao's current state and attitude.
He initially kept this a secret from Xing Chao, but since they were each other's bedmates, Xing Chao soon discovered what he was researching.
This was the first time the two had argued.
Xing Chao was worried that he might be sick and wanted to take him to see a psychologist.
Qingran insisted that she was not sick, but because she had promised Changqing, she could not explain the reason.
The two remained deadlocked for several days. The next day, Xing Chao found someone to bring him a bunch of ancient books about the state of the soul after death. Without saying a word, he just read the books with Xing Chao.
"[He knows?]" Qingran asked.
The system replied: [Oh right, Xing Changqing found out you two were having a fight and is trying to let Xing Chao know he exists.]
[What method?]
[When the two were alone, they knocked things over, or while writing or typing.]
No wonder Xing Chao suddenly changed his attitude.
He must be feeling very conflicted right now. On one hand, he's happy that his brother is back, but on the other hand, he's worried that his relationship with his brother will be affected.
During this period, nothing actually happened between Qingran and Xing Wendao. The kiss that night seemed like an illusion, and the two of them did not cross any boundaries afterward.
Qingran didn't know what Xing Wendao was waiting for or what he was worried about.
Are you worried about Xing Chao?
In fact, Xing Wendao only cared about her attitude from beginning to end; he was unsure whether Qingran could accept it.
The study of the soul has never yielded a definitive conclusion.
Taoist temples and Buddhist temples only know how to spout pedantry, and some don't even know how to spout pedantry, and you can't find any clear conclusions in ancient books.
Fortunately, Xing Wendao's condition has been improving. Except that he can still only be seen by Qing Ran, he can now control whether he is touched by others.
Qingran and Xing Chao never openly discussed the existence of Xing Wendao.
That afternoon, a colleague invited Qingran to have a drink after get off work. Similar invitations had been made several times before, and since Qingran got along well with her colleagues, she didn't refuse this time.
He mentioned this when he was delivering documents to Xing Chao.
"Chao Chao, I'm going out for dinner with my colleagues after get off work, so I won't be waiting for you."
Xing Chao instinctively wanted to ask if he needed him to stay and pick him up, but then remembered something and swallowed his words, simply nodding to indicate that he understood.
Seeing that Qingran was about to leave after delivering the items.
"Sister-in-law."
"Hmm?" Qingran stopped and turned around.
Xing Chao got up, picked him up, and placed him on the desk, supporting himself on both sides of the desk with his hands.
The young man looked conflicted, but Qingran seemed not to notice, assuming he wanted to get closer, so she put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips.
"Go home by yourself after get off work, don't wait for me."
Xing Chao sighed inwardly, "Sister-in-law, do whatever you want. Don't worry about me."
Qingran understood his implication and smiled awkwardly, "It's just having a meal with colleagues. You're making it sound like I'm making some major decision."
Xing Chao didn't point it out: "Then I wish you a pleasant evening, sister-in-law."
After get off work, Qingran and her colleagues from other departments, totaling seven or eight people, gathered together.
The group first went to eat at a popular foreign restaurant, and since it was the weekend, they then went to a bar for drinks.
Noticing that someone who had lost their physical form was following him at a distance, Qingran deliberately drank more.
He sat at the bar, his gentle and refined appearance taking on a bewitching quality under the colorful lights overhead. His eyes were red from drinking too much, making him breathtakingly beautiful.
Top-tier beauty has never been related to gender.
A restless man sat down next to him with a drink and struck up a conversation, asking if he had come alone and offering to buy him a drink.
Slightly tipsy, Qingran said that her colleague was dancing on the dance floor, and took the glass of wine handed to her by the other person: "Thank you."
A gentle smile bloomed in her eyes, which seemed to hold the allure of autumn waves, instantly captivating the man before her and leaving him disoriented.
"Then I'll have a couple of drinks with you." The man's eyes were filled with infatuation.
Qingran tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then raised her wine glass to her lips.
Xing Wendao, who dislikes crowds and doesn't want Qingran to think he's stalking him, saw this scene from a corner, frowned, and stepped closer.
At the same time, the system screamed in Qingran's sea of consciousness.
[Host, are you really drunk or just pretending? The drink has been drugged; don't drink it!]
[So drunk~]
"Qingran, don't drink it."
Qingran took a moment to answer the system's question, but ignored the man's attempts to dissuade her amidst the noise, and without pausing, she drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.
Just as she finished drinking and put down her glass, a man approached and grabbed her wrist.
Xing Wendao looked at him and sighed disapprovingly: "Don't drink alcohol offered by strangers in bars."
"Changqing..."
Qingran looked at the man with hazy eyes, like a rose wet with night dew, unaware of her own beauty.
“It’s me,” Xing Wendao replied.
His position partially overlapped with that of the man serving the drinks. The man thought Qingran was looking at him, and swallowed hard as he eagerly handed over the second glass of wine that the bartender had filled.
While praising Qingran's drinking capacity, they urged him to have another drink.
"Stop drinking," Xing Wendao frowned, pulling Qingran to her feet. "You're drunk. Shall we go home?"
"Go home." Qingran murmured these two words as she stood up, but quickly switched to the man's name.
He obediently followed Xing Wendao outside.
The man who was about to succeed got impatient: "Don't go, let's have another drink." He reached out and pulled him.
Xing Wendao coldly grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it. The man immediately cried out in pain and pulled his hand back, clutching his wrist and shouting in terror, "Who grabbed me! Did you see that? Who just grabbed me!"
The people around him were looking at him with bewildered expressions, as if he were crazy.
At this moment, Qingran had already left the bar with Xing Wendao.
"Changqing, Changqing..." he kept calling out, his voice slurred and soft with the effects of alcohol, like a child's coquettish plea.
Not wanting passersby to notice anything amiss, Xing Wendao had no choice but to lead him into an empty alley, helplessly supporting the swaying man who was falling against him.
"I'm here, what's wrong?"
Qingran looked at him with misty eyes, shook her head, smiled with a flushed face, and then hugged him dependently.
"Changqing, I miss you so much."
Xing Wendao's heart swelled with a mixture of fullness and tenderness. He stroked Qingran's soft hair and asked, "Are you unhappy today? Why did you drink so much?"
Qingran nestled in his arms without saying a word.
Xing Wendao gently massaged his warm scalp and patiently asked again, "Why did you drink so much?"
The low body temperature caused Qingran, who was still feeling the heat from the alcohol, to gently rub against his palm. Her sluggish mind made it take her a long time to answer: "I don't know what to do."
Xing Wendao understood his struggle and pain, and his voice was as gentle as water in the night.
Does Qingran like Chaochao?
The person buried in his arms nodded.
"Does Qingran like me?"
The person buried in his arms hesitated but still nodded.
Xing Wendao gazed at the starry night sky and smiled knowingly. He gently stroked the hair of the person in his arms and asked, "Qingran, did you hate it when I kissed you that day?"
The person in his arms shook their head.
"Isn't it good for us to stay like this?"
Qingran raised her head in confusion. Whether it was due to lack of oxygen or the effects of the alcohol, her face turned even redder, like a ripe peach.
Xing Wendao pressed his burning face against his: "Like this, I am Qingran's partner, and Chaochao is Qingran's boyfriend, isn't that good?"
Qingran's slow reaction made it take him a long time to understand what the man meant, but even though he was drunk, his remaining rationality made him instinctively feel that it wouldn't work.
He shook his head frantically: "No, we can't do that."
However, the more he shook his head, the more dizzy he felt, his body felt hot, and it was as if a fire was burning inside him, scorching him and making him seek solace.
"Why not?" Xing Wendao wasn't angry.
Qingran's breathing quickened: "I've already wronged one person, I can't wrong two."
Being with two people at the same time is equivalent to betraying both of them at the same time.
Xing Wendao understood what he meant, and after a long silence, he asked gently, "Really not going to work?"
"...No, no way." Qingran shook her head.
"...So Qingran chose Chaochao, is that right?" The man smiled bitterly.
His response was a kiss from Qingran's red lips.
Xing Wendao was initially pleased, thinking that Qingran had chosen him, but he soon realized something was wrong from Qingran's series of urgent actions.
"Changqing, um, Changqing..."
With a sob in her voice, Qingran kept calling Xing Wendao's name, while anxiously rubbing against the man's cold body and taking his hand to put it on her.
Xing Wendao recalled the glass of wine he hadn't managed to stop and, unusually, cursed under his breath.
He took a deep breath to comfort the person who was rubbing against him, and said with difficulty, despite the pain in his heart, "Don't worry, I'll help you contact Xing Chao."
Whether it's helping Qingran solve his problem or taking him to the hospital, Qingran needs Xing Chao.
"No," Qingran shook her head, clinging tightly to him. "I want you, right now. I want Changqing, um."
The moment he uttered his name, Xing Wendao silenced him with a kiss, even though Xing Wendao knew that this name did not mean that Qingran had chosen him.
The passionate kiss briefly soothed Qingran, and then Xing Wendao first contacted Xing Chao, who was far away at the Xing family manor, on his mobile phone, while instructing Qingran to go to a nearby hotel to book a room.
Because of Qingran's obvious drunkenness, the hotel receptionist did not question his swaying posture. If she could have seen it, she would have noticed that there was another man tightly embracing Qingran behind him, even though he appeared to be standing.
The two people who went upstairs almost stumbled into the room.
As soon as the door closed, their bodies and lips were pressed together intimately.
The clothes fluttered to the ground quickly, and Qingran's body, affected by the drugs, required almost no preparation.
But when it came to the final step, he refused to agree no matter what.
His body was frighteningly hot, and his whole body was an alluring crimson. Although his body was honestly pressing against Xing Wendao, his mouth was refusing with a tearful voice.
Helpless, Xing Wendao dialed Xing Chao's number on his cell phone: "Where are you?"
"On the way, almost there," Xing Chao replied on the other end of the phone. "Send me the hotel and room number."
"Write it down yourself, the address is..."
Xing Chao quickly wrote it down, then lowered his voice and asked, "How is my sister-in-law?"
"I have too strong a sense of morality; I can't get past that mental hurdle," Xing Wendao said.
While he was talking to Xing Chao, Qing Ran kept making small movements, and her flirtatious moans even reached Xing Chao's ears.
Xing Chao's body reacted immediately, as if by conditioned reflex.
He was driving and didn't care. He asked his brother to turn on the speakerphone, and when the seductive voice on the phone got louder, it said, "Sister-in-law."
"Chao, Chao Chao?" Qing Ran, hanging on Xing Wendao, searched blankly.
Xing Chao took a breath, his dark eyes fixed on the road like the thick night outside the window, and said dryly, "Sister-in-law, I don't care."
"I'd be happy to take care of my sister-in-law. Now that my brother is back, how about I help him take care of you?"
"Changqing..." Qingran's eyes were unfocused as she met the deep gaze of the man in front of her.
Xing Wendao hooked his legs and leaned down to kiss him: "Neither Chaochao nor I care, and Qingran doesn't need to care either."
Qingran asked blankly, "Don't you care?"
"Yes, don't worry about it, don't care what other people think, no one will know."
As the car entered the city center, there were more pedestrians on the road, and the night scene outside the car window was bustling. Xing Chao listened to the long, trembling voice on his phone, which sounded like it had hooks, and then completely closed the car window.
The car was quieter, making the faint sounds from the other end of the phone even more noticeable.
He listened as Qingran called his brother's name in a trembling voice, occasionally interspersed with his nickname. Whenever this happened, Xing Chao would smile knowingly and then reply.
"I'm here, I'll be there soon."
Finally, the car arrived at the hotel. Xing Chao turned off the speakerphone, took his phone, got out of the car, went upstairs, and rang the doorbell outside the room according to the room number he remembered.
The rhythmic sound from the other end of the phone changed.
The first thing that rang out was Qingran's sweet, clingy voice: "Where did Changqing go?"
"Chao Chao has arrived. I'll go open the door for him."
"Um, Chaochao... Changqing, goodbye..."
"Okay, I'll carry you with me, okay?"
After several minutes, accompanied by faint footsteps, the door in front of them was opened from the inside.
The tall young man hung up his phone, looked up, and smiled.
"Sister-in-law."
Then he added, "Brother, I can see you now."
A note from the author:
The remaining lights cannot be switched on at the same time.
That's all for the side story. I don't want to stop at dealing with the man who drugged me; I can't wait to start the next world!
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