Chapter 75: Someone Dared to Bully His Person?
When Qin Junchi heard Su Keke’s remark—“Even heroes can’t escape the snare of a beauty”—he nodded in wholehearted agreement.
“She truly is a great beauty. Even after being away from the capital for so many years, Sister Yuexiang is still the number-one socialite of the imperial city. The men who want to marry her could line up from one end of the street to the other.
“Unfortunately, with my Fourth Uncle standing there like an insurmountable mountain for comparison, how could Sister Yuexiang possibly look at anyone else? One is twenty-eight, the other twenty-seven—neither is young anymore. They really should be getting married. I just don’t know what the two of them are still being stubborn about.”
Su Keke muttered, “But judging from Uncle’s physiognomy, he isn’t someone who wavers indecisively. On the contrary, he should be the type who is decisive and ruthless—once he decides to do something, he’ll resolve it as quickly as possible.”
Qin Junchi clicked his tongue. “Little Keke, who has more experience here—you or me? Matters of the heart are complicated. You’re still young; you don’t understand.”
Su Keke shot him a sidelong glance. “Didn’t someone just say earlier that he’s never even had a proper relationship? Did I hear that wrong?”
Qin Junchi: “……”
“Cough. Keke, what you said earlier really made Huang Yueshan’s face turn green. Impressive.”
The topic change was painfully obvious.
“I wasn’t talking nonsense,” Su Keke said seriously. “Eyebrows reflect a person’s rationality—disorderly brows mean a disorderly mind. If the tail of the eyebrow is sparse, flawed, or broken, the person is easily driven by emotion. As for people with thick, bold, upward-slanting brows, they’re usually overly rational—but once they lose their temper, it’s terrifying.”
“Keke really lives up to being a master—everything you say is so well-founded. Tell me, can you divine a person’s future?”
Su Keke looked at him. “That depends on what you want to know. I can’t calculate things too precisely—I’m just a feng shui practitioner, not some immortal.”
After a brief pause, she emphasized, “And I don’t casually read fortunes for people. Divination involves leaking the secrets of Heaven.”
Qin Junchi hurriedly said, “Nothing too detailed! I just want to know whether I’ll end up marrying that unreasonable woman. If I really marry her, the rest of my life will be nothing but misery.”
As he spoke, he deliberately put on an exaggeratedly miserable expression.
Su Keke was puzzled. “These days, marriage doesn’t require parental orders or a matchmaker’s word. I glanced at your parents’ physiognomy earlier—your mother is quite indulgent toward you, and although your father is somewhat strict, he’s a fairly kind man. If you don’t want to marry her, just tell your parents. Why would you need me to calculate something like that?”
Qin Junchi sighed gloomily. “You don’t understand. My parents both like Huang Yueshan—especially my mother. She thinks only a woman like Huang Yueshan can ‘keep me in line.’ She’s overthinking it. If I really married her, not only would I suffer, I’d be ruining her as well. What’s the point?”
Feeling stifled, Qin Junchi poured out all his frustrations to Su Keke.
After playing the poor-me act, he suddenly grinned. “Keke—oh, no, Master Keke—do you still have those talismans like the one from last time? Could you give me a few more?”
“Having too many won’t help,” Su Keke said. “The inscriptions on protective talismans have a time limit too. Talismans drawn by powerful masters can last five or six years. Mine only last one or two.”
If one talisman worked for a lifetime, how would she and her master make money?
“What? Then wouldn’t I have to replace it every year?”
“You can wear jade instead—preferably jade with spiritual energy. But jade depends on fate.”
Qin Junchi was about to ask more when they suddenly heard a loud clang.
The car jolted.
Qin Junchi’s flashy red sports car came to a stop.
“Damn it! No way—did it stall? I only bought it two months ago!”
—
The person Qin Junchi and Su Keke had been discussing for so long—Bai Yuexiang—was now standing in the back garden of the Xu family villa, tears glistening in her eyes as she looked at the man before her.
She had endured for a long time before the tears finally spilled.
“Qin Mochen, it’s really unfair for you to treat me like this. That incident back then wasn’t my fault.”
“Do you know? I blamed myself even more than you did. I’ve lived with guilt all these years. But this time, I had to come back. And I also… mustered a great deal of courage to return.
“So, Qin Mochen—even if you still hate me, that’s fine. This time, I won’t leave again.”
Qin Mochen looked at her coldly. “Whatever decisions you make have never had anything to do with me. I already said earlier—I don’t blame you for that incident anymore. Back then, we were young, impulsive, and ignorant. That’s why I said those things to you.”
His thin lips pressed together, and he spoke two words: “I’m sorry.”
Upon hearing this, Bai Yuexiang finally failed to hold back her tears. They streamed down her face.
“I’m sorry, Qin Mochen. Truly sorry. I thought that if I didn’t think about the past, it would be as if those things never happened. But I know that was just self-deception.”
Qin Mochen stood with his hands in his pockets, impatience already showing on his face. “I told you, it wasn’t your fault. You don’t need to blame yourself. After all these years, you should have moved on.”
Bai Yuexiang wiped her eyes hard and asked in return, “You want me to move on—but what about you? Have you moved on after all these years? Do you think I don’t know that you’re the one who feels the most guilt and self-blame?
“That jade ornament of mine back then—it was meant for you. You misunderstood and thought I was giving it to him.
“Guilt, remorse, hatred… Mochen, all these years, you’ve been more exhausted than I have.”
Qin Mochen’s lowered hand clenched abruptly. His voice turned hoarse, his eyes filled with resentment.
“That’s enough. Stop talking.”
Bai Yuexiang had calmed down considerably. She said in a low voice, “All these years, I’ve been investigating that incident abroad. I’ve already found some leads. I know your influence is greater than mine, but there are still places you might overlook.”
“This is my matter. I don’t need you to interfere. Back then, he died in my place and was even branded a traitor. This revenge—I’ll take it myself.”
After saying that, Qin Mochen turned and left.
Bai Yuexiang watched his retreating figure and murmured, “This was never just your matter alone. Jiang Jun was my good brother too.”
Qin Mochen paused briefly, then walked on.
As he walked, he took out his phone from his suit pocket. He hadn’t failed to notice the phone vibrating several times earlier—it was just that he hadn’t planned to talk much with Bai Yuexiang, so he wanted to end the conversation quickly and check his messages afterward.
However, the moment he saw the sender and the content of the message, Qin Mochen’s expression changed instantly.
His deep gaze lingered on the crying emoticon o(╥﹏╥)o for a full two seconds.
He lengthened his stride and headed straight toward the banquet hall.
“Fourth Master, you’re finally back!” Wu Zongbai hurried over the moment he saw Qin Mochen.
“What exactly happened? The girl was bullied?” Qin Mochen’s brows knitted tightly.
Someone dared to bully the person he brought with him?
