Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 62

Ling Xi was actually speaking up for herself, against all precedent?

Qiao Bo’er stared at her, unable to look away in disbelief, before falling into thought.

Soon, those eight hundred subtle thoughts of hers surfaced, clamoring that she couldn’t let go of the opportunity to extort her easily, and she absolutely had to stage a scene to bring them closer!

“Although your apology is full of sincerity, you still need to show some sort of gesture.”

“Gesture?” Qiao Bo’er was still the penny-pinching Qiao Bo’er. Ling Xi looked exasperated, “How do you want me to show it?”

There was one seat between the two of them. Qiao Bo’er rested her hands on the chair, leaning forward and slowly inching closer.

Ling Xi wanted to avoid that naked, eager gaze, but her body was rebelling against her, so she could only keep her back ramrod straight and motionless.

Ling Xi’s nervous little gulp earned a crescent-moon smile from Qiao Bo’er: “Just give me a hug.”

Ling Xi thought Qiao Bo’er was going to be presumptuous and start touching her again, but she was only asking for a hug. She helplessly opened her arms and lightly draped them over Qiao Bo’er’s shoulder, patting her: “Is this enough?”

Qiao Bo’er rested her head on Ling Xi’s shoulder, closing her eyes and greedily inhaling her scent. Just like in last night’s dream, the familiar milky fragrance was accompanied by a hint of sweetness: “No, you have to hug me tighter.”

“Taking advantage.”

“Then your apology is too perfunctory,” Qiao Bo’er teased, dissatisfied.

“Never-ending?” Although Ling Xi’s tone was one of reproach, she still tightened her embrace: “Is this satisfactory?”

“If your heart’s not in it, it’s all perfunctory anyway. Never mind, I won’t force you.”

Qiao Bo’er grumbled and pushed Ling Xi away, but found that Ling Xi didn’t let go. Instead, she buried her head in Qiao Bo’er’s neck, as if she, too, was savoring Qiao Bo’er’s scent.

Qiao Bo’er slightly lifted her head, and her lips involuntarily moved close to Ling Xi’s ear, whispering sadly: “It must be hard for the word ‘love’ to come out of your mouth…”

Feeling the moist warmth of the soft lips, the tingling sensation scattered Ling Xi’s composure. She closed her eyes and wrinkled her nose: “It’s not hard, but I need time.”

Qiao Bo’er burst into Ling Xi’s world, carrying a body of old wounds, frantically knocking on the door to her heart, tireless and reckless.

Perhaps unwavering persistence truly yields a response. This time, the person she deeply loved finally relented.

Qiao Bo’er’s voice was slightly husky, startled by Ling Xi’s response. Her expression shifted from expecting nothing to being deeply moved, and then gradually settled into calmness.

Like comforting an injured child, Qiao Bo’er kept stroking Ling Xi’s head, promising firmly: “It’s alright, I’ll wait for you.”

This woman, who lit up the night for Ling Xi, poured all her tenderness into time itself.

Ling Xi suddenly spoke up and asked: “What does 7329 mean?”

Qiao Bo’er drew back, looking at her in confusion: “Why did you suddenly think to ask that?”

“I’m just curious, after all, it’s not your birthday.”

Qiao Bo’er playfully tapped Ling Xi’s nose, keeping her guessing: “It’s a secret, I can’t tell you yet.”

“Alright, then I’ll wait for you too,” Ling Xi mimicked Qiao Bo’er’s tone, giving a relaxed promise.

Qiao Bo’er watched Ling Xi quietly, engraving her promise into her heart. When the time was right, this string of numbers would definitely lead Ling Xi and her to a desirable future.

Ling Xi didn’t shy away from Qiao Bo’er’s loving gaze. In truth, this woman was quite endearing, at least when she wasn’t acting crazy or causing trouble.

“Why are you staring at me?” Qiao Bo’er smiled sweetly, asking languidly, then playfully raised her hand to block Ling Xi’s sight.

Ling Xi naturally held her hand, maintaining her steady gaze, recalling the scene of their first encounter in her mind.

“Do you know what I was thinking when I saw you in the reception room?”

“Hmm? What were you secretly thinking?” Qiao Bo’er moved closer and sat down beside Ling Xi, curious about what she would say.

Ling Xi no longer resisted the proximity of this beautiful woman. Instead, she leaned in and whispered her answer: “At the time, I was thinking, which Western deity blessed you, that you could be born so beautiful?”

Qiao Bo’er pondered, blinked a few times, and countered: “Is there a possibility that it was your own stunning glimpse or instant infatuation that generated that sense of beauty?”

“Perhaps.”

Unbeknownst to her after the reconciliation, Ling Xi’s feelings for Qiao Bo’er had undergone a qualitative change at some unknown moment. The world around her was a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, as if she were traveling through a mysterious nebula, utterly free.

Ji Nancen sat bored at the agreed location, waiting quietly.

When Qu Ye approached, she kicked the money bag on the ground toward his feet: “Here…”

“What is it?” Qu Ye poked open the mouth of the bag with his toe, saw it was full of money, and exclaimed in surprise: “Ay-oh! I asked you to investigate someone, and you gave me such a big surprise?”

Ji Nancen couldn’t hold back, immediately squatted on the ground, hugging the money bag and wailing: “Money, it’s all money! But not a single cent belongs to me, how irritating!”

“Look at you, making a fuss over nothing.” Qu Ye pushed Ji Nancen away, picked up the bag and hugged it tightly, terrified she might regret it and try to snatch the money back: “Tell me, what’s the situation?”

Getting back to business, Ji Nancen reverted to her serious demeanor and began to report her findings: “Lu Jiuzhe is the arsonist. The reason he dared to burn down the studio is that someone instructed him, and that person offered him a price of 500,000 yuan.”

This result satisfied Qu Ye, and he lifted the heavy money bag and shook it: “So, this is ill-gotten gains.”

Ji Nancen wiggled her feet a few times, praising herself narcissistically: “I specifically snatched the money to compensate the studio. How about that? It’s very honorable of me not to embezzle it, right?”

Hearing about Qiao Di from Chu Xi this morning, Qu Ye naturally connected it to the studio incident.

The appearance of one Lin Fangwan alone couldn’t explain the problem. Now with a mastermind added to the mix, the problem naturally took on a mysterious veil.

Qu Ye mused: “It seems I need to go see Zanda.”

Upon mentioning the mysterious Zanda, Ji Nancen disagreed with his plan, quickly stepping back: “Are you questioning my professional capability? He acts without boundaries. This is a society ruled by law; I don’t want to blow a small matter out of proportion.”

“Don’t worry, without Miss Bo’er’s word, Zanda won’t easily take action. I’m just going to him to understand the situation in Florence.”

Ji Nancen was an outsider who only knew the surface, naturally unaware of Qiao Bo’er’s complex relationships. She was puzzled: “So, is finding Zanda very important?”

“Of course. There’s a lunatic in Florence who has been relentlessly hounding Miss Bo’er. The reason we can live peacefully in Xuan City is thanks to Zanda secretly handling all that messy harassment.

The problem is, the mad dog is running around again and affecting everyone’s lives. We subordinates can’t just sit back and do nothing, can we? Zanda is Miss’s last resort and won’t easily intervene, so don’t worry.”

“I’m just giving a friendly reminder. Zanda is my senior apprentice brother, and he’s ruthless and venomous in his methods. I’m afraid he’ll cause unnecessary trouble. Anyway, leave the investigation here to me. I won’t interfere with anything else, after all, you get what you pay for.”

“And the mastermind you investigated, do you have any leads?” Qu Ye finally returned to the main topic. Ji Nancen gave a sly smile: “Of course.”

She then looked towards the building across the street. Qu Ye followed her gaze: “The person is inside?”

“Since you’re here, why don’t you come explore with me?”

“Hey, I’ve retired for many years. I’m not doing any breaking and entering or fighting.”

“It’s just for fun, let’s go, let’s go.” Ji Nancen eagerly pulled Qu Ye’s arm, making it seem like she was inviting him out to dinner, full of enthusiasm.

Unable to resist Ji Nancen’s persistent nagging, Qu Ye, hugging the money bag, had to agree: “Fine, let me put the money in the car first. You do your fighting, I’m just observing.”

“You’ve gotten soft and sleek hanging out with Qiao Bo’er, it’s boring. You used to be the fighting champion of the team; occasionally exercise those muscles so they don’t rust.”

“Stop the nonsense, finish the task quickly. I’m rushing home to watch my drama; there’s a TV show that’s super good lately, and there’s an update tonight.” Qu Ye grumbled, and Ji Nancen rolled her eyes at him speechlessly.

Qin Yun was resting in the garden pavilion.

Chu Xi deliberately brought some after-meal fruit from the kitchen. Seeing her beloved closed-eyes in leisure, she consciously lightened her footsteps.

However, the light, pleasant sound of her high heels still disturbed the sexy woman before her.

Qin Yun half-closed her eyes, lazily opening her arms for a hug: “Little child Chu Xi Xi, come here quickly…”

“I’m not little,” Chu Xi put down the fruit plate and complained grumpily, but still responded to Qin Yun’s womanly plea for affection.

Qin Yun contentedly held Chu Xi’s slender waist, looked up and asked greedily: “Kiss…”

Chu Xi pressed down on her shoulder, knelt on the wooden chair, and leaned over to kiss her lover’s forehead: “Is my wife happy that the boss and Ling Xi’s conflict is resolved?”

Qin Yun shifted to let Chu Xi sit down, then eagerly climbed onto her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck.

Without caring whether the maids and butler passing by would be embarrassed, she brazenly nibbled on Chu Xi’s ear: “Of course I’m happy. Think about it, if Bo’er frowned all day, who would be the innocent punching bag?”

Chu Xi was amused by Qin Yun’s reasoning and couldn’t help but ask: “Me?”

“Uh-huh…”

“So, you went to all that trouble to play matchmaker just for my sake?”

“Why else?”

“My wife’s logic makes sense, but it’s a stretch,” Chu Xi pouted, her assessment fair.

Qin Yun played with her ear, which finally turned into an eager kiss.

She gently pushed Chu Xi away, scolding: “How can you undermine me like that?”

Chu Xi couldn’t resist the fiery provocation. She tightly wrapped her arms around her lover’s waist, looked up, and kissed her: “Be honest, why are you so invested in the boss’s affairs?”

“It’s all for you,” Qin Yun cupped Chu Xi’s face, deeply kissing her eye corners, her answer becoming more resolute.

Warmth drew ripples from the bottom of Chu Xi’s heart. She returned the kiss on Qin Yun’s mouth: “Are you sure it’s just for me?”

“I entrusted you to Bo’er, and she has treated you well all these years, hasn’t she? I owe her a big favor, and it’s time to properly repay it.”

“Let’s go back to the room,” Chu Xi’s smile became meaningful. That brief invitation was imbued with a flush of amorous intent.

“No, I still have some work to handle in the study. How about you go wash up first and warm the bed for Her Majesty?”

Qin Yun lifted Chu Xi’s chin, flirting like a queen. She was about to get up and leave after speaking.

However, Chu Xi couldn’t tolerate such frivolousness. She tightened the arms around Qin Yun’s waist, refusing to let go: “With the sky as the quilt and the ground as the bed, I wouldn’t mind either.”

“Chu Xi Xi!” Qin Yun cried out affectionately, trying to get up, but Chu Xi held and pulled her back: “Wifey…”

“Let go!”

“No way…”

“…”

“Making love! I want to make love with my wife every day…” Chu Xi was shameless, just thinking about how to get close to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun was completely helpless against her and could only allow her hands to wander aimlessly.

She sighed, pressing her cheek against Chu Xi’s ear and whispering seductively: “Go wash up and smell nice, then go to sleep…”

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