Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 88

“Wow, this Miss Qin’s home is quite something!”

Ji Nancen got out of Qu Ye’s car, hands on her hips, looking around.

The landscape garden and courtyard of the Qin family mansion caught her attention, and she repeatedly praised the world of the wealthy as a cloud-kissed paradise.

“Welcome.”

Qin Yun wore a traditional Chinese qipao, outlining her waist with sexy yet graceful curves.

She looped her arm through Chu Xi’s and walked up to Ji Nancen, giving her a once-over: “Miss Ji, hello.”

Ji Nancen, surprisingly, had prepared a gift: “Miss Qin, Happy Birthday.”

Although it was their first meeting, Ji Nancen was never shy. Her natural sociability allowed her to quickly blend into the circle and get acquainted.

“Chu Xi talks about you constantly, about how amazing you were in Florence. Thank you for stepping in; otherwise, the situation would have been unimaginable.”

Hearing Qin Yun’s unreserved praise, Ji Nancen waved her hand with a smile: “Oh, well, since Miss Boer hired me, it was my duty to complete the mission, Miss Qin is being too kind.”

“Chu Xi, why don’t you take Miss Ji and Qu Ye for a walk in the garden? I’ll go to the entrance to meet Boer and the others.”

“Alright.”

Watching Qin Yun leave, Chu Xi led the two to rest in the pavilion on the rockery.

“Has Zanda been in contact with either of you recently?” Chu Xi was meticulous and worried about him to some extent.

After exchanging a glance with Qu Ye, Ji Nancen took an envelope from her bag and presented it to Chu Xi: “This was originally meant for Miss Boer, but you can give it to her tomorrow when you go to the company. It’s an email he sent, which I printed out. It’s good news.”

“Oh? What good news?” Chu Xi pulled out a small stack of photos from the manila envelope. The overly bloody scenes were definitely unsuitable for viewing today, so she maintained her smile and placed the photos back inside the envelope.

“It’s good that Zanda was cautious enough to eliminate the only lingering problem. Now, we can all live in peace and contentment,” Qu Ye explained. Chu Xi nodded along: “He’s not like us, content with a simple life. Let him be; when he tires of making trouble outside, he’ll naturally come back.”

“What are you all chatting about?” Qiao Boer appeared, arm in arm with Ling Xi, looking at the three chattering people, then smiled and greeted Ji Nancen: “Nancen, long time no see.”

“Miss Boer, long time no see.”

Hearing Qiao Boer specifically greeting Ji Nancen, Ling Xi’s jealousy flared up again. She tightened her grip on Qiao Boer’s arm and mumbled with a sniff: “Tsk, seeing your little babysitter makes you so happy?”

“What kind of sour grapes are you eating?” Qiao Boer wanted to tease the petty Ling Xi, and deliberately released her hand to walk towards Ji Nancen.

Ling Xi stomped her foot right there, just as Xiao Mo and Su Yunjin arrived behind her: “What are you doing, dancing on the spot?”

“Since everyone is here, why don’t we move to the dining room and chat at leisure.”

Since the host had spoken, Ling Xi, still sulking and ignoring Qiao Boer, followed her two friends and left first.

“Miss Boer, stop teasing her. I won’t be able to explain myself otherwise!” Ji Nancen was perceptive and quickly declined.

“Don’t you guys find her jealous face adorable?” Qiao Boer’s mischievous question drew sidelong glances from the three.

Ji Nancen covered her mouth and cried out: “Ah! I can’t eat dog food; I’ll die if I do!”

The group entered the dining room one after another.

Ling Xi found a corner seat at the long table, propped her chin on one hand, her gaze locked on Qiao Boer, occasionally shifting to Ji Nancen, mumbling something incomprehensible.

Qin Yun walked over to her with a bottle of red wine and teased: “What are you doing sitting here all by yourself like a fool?”

“Qin Yun! Can you help me manage Boer? Look at her, chatting and laughing with that Ji Nancen! It’s infuriating!”

“Oh my, so you’re jealous…” Qin Yun sat down next to Ling Xi, mocking her for being narrow-minded.

“I am not jealous!”

“Stubborn much. Who asks someone else to manage their own girlfriend?”

Struck at her pain point, Ling Xi was distraught: “We aren’t a couple yet.”

“You’re hugging, cuddling, and canoodling; you’ve done everything that needs to be done. It’s just a title; it’ll be yours eventually, why the rush? Besides, Ji Nancen was Boer’s savior in Florence. You should be more generous.”

“Savior?” Ling Xi was suspicious, then grabbed Qin Yun, who was about to get up: “Florence… what exactly happened?”

“Huh? Boer didn’t tell you?”

“I don’t know anything.”

Looking at the bewildered Ling Xi, Qin Yun was very surprised, but quickly smiled: “It’s better that you don’t know.”

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“She hasn’t spoken, so how dare I? This is something Boer has to be willing to talk about.”

“You all like to hide things and beat around the bush. I hate it!”

Qiao Boer turned around, saw Qin Yun and Ling Xi chatting, and slowly walked over: “Still moody?”

“Hmph!” Ling Xi made a face, sticking out her tongue at her: “Yes, I am moody.”

Hurry up and coax me!

Qiao Boer pulled out a chair and sat next to Ling Xi. She didn’t say anything, just rested her chin on her hand and quietly watched her until Ling Xi’s face turned into a ripe tomato: “Why are you staring at me without saying anything?”

“Don’t you know the phrase, ‘a single glance for ten thousand years’? I just want to quietly look at you like this.”

The moment Qiao Boer spoke, Ling Xi’s little tantrum instantly vanished.

She smiled, eyes crescent-shaped, picked up a good quality napkin from the table, quickly crumpled it into a standard paper rose, and offered it to Qiao Boer: “My dear, I just don’t like you being so intimate with other women. Who isn’t a precious, little bit jealous darling? You even used to be jealous of my student…”

“That’s not comparable. Ji Nancen and I have an employer-employee relationship, it’s completely innocent… You and your student, well, there’s milk tea as a witness… Pearl milk tea, no less…”

Qiao Boer’s words were sour and sarcastic, yet her hand was already naughtily resting on Ling Xi’s leg. Who could resist such provocation?

Ling Xi swallowed, grabbed her hand: “It’s not dinner time yet, come with me!”

“Where to?”

“A secret rendezvous, of course…”

Ling Xi dragged Qiao Boer away from the dining room in a rush. Chu Xi tried to follow but was stopped by Qin Yun: “Don’t be a third wheel; they’re in the throes of passion.”

Chu Xi understood, and her smile subtly changed: “Oh… you see things clearly.”

Qiao Boer was more familiar with the Qin mansion than Ling Xi and knew what Ling Xi was trying to do, so she led her towards the backyard.

Upon reaching an unfrequented corridor in the backyard, Ling Xi flung her arms out and pinned her against the wall.

The usually sensible Vice Professor Ling had turned into an insatiable wolf, her eyes showing a tempting glow as she looked at Qiao Boer. She commanded forcefully: “Kiss me…”

Qiao Boer placed her hands on Ling Xi’s shoulders, twirling her fingers through Ling Xi’s hair, playfully beckoning: “How do you want me to kiss you…”

A tickle swept across her neck, rubbing into a patch of redness. Fingers sank into the platinum blonde hair, yet she had to be stubborn: “No, I’m not satisfied…”

Tracing kisses down the jawline to the earlobe: “How about this?”

Ling Xi frowned, cupping the back of Qiao Boer’s neck, protesting in dissatisfaction: “You’re doing this on purpose!”

Qiao Boer’s fingertip touched Ling Xi’s lips, tracing them repeatedly: “Is it here?”

Ling Xi bit her fingertip and gently ground it, her warm breath like a coiling serpent: “If you tease me again, I’ll really get angry…”

In the elevator, Qiao Boer’s playful kiss had completely unlocked a new world for Ling Xi.

The adventure of exploring secrets with the person you love is inherently a fantastic game.

A nimble red serpent swam into the dense forest, searching for its beloved pearl.

Accompanied by the gurgling of the backyard’s scenic spring, a symphony of love began to play.

The sounds of merging water echoed in their ears, leading to an electrifying, blissful sigh.

Qiao Boer surrendered, her hand resting on Ling Xi’s head trembled as she smoothed the disturbed hair: “You are more skilled than I imagined… but don’t make everyone wait too long.”

“Do you think I’m particularly wicked?”

Reaching out to wipe the lingering trace from Ling Xi’s lips, Qiao Boer coaxed: “It’s great, actually. At least we can skip the beginner phase… Alright, be a good girl…”

Ling Xi hated to give up the precious alone time and urgently confessed: “I love you.”

“I love you very much, too…”

“Did you know, dopamine makes me feel like you’re the most precious treasure in the world. But memories and experiences turn my love into eternity. Will you get tired of me and leave me?”

The two walked back to the restaurant, hands clasped, Ling Xi’s words carrying a sense of insecurity. Qiao Boer leaned on her shoulder and retorted: “Have you considered that I’m also afraid of losing you? Silly girl, how many twenty years do we have in life? I’ve clearly hung myself on your crooked neck tree…”

“I’m not a crooked neck tree; I’m perfectly straight!”

Beneath the stars and the moon, between heaven and earth, ha, you two are playing quite the exciting game! (From Lao Hu’s envy!)

Back in the dining room, seeing the two holding hands and looking inseparable, Chu Xi gave Qin Yun a knowing, mischievous smile.

Qin Yun leaned into her ear, hatching a wicked idea, whispering: “The surveillance cameras in the mansion are all on…”

“Yuck…” Chu Xi shivered, then realized, whispering her protest: “We’re taking out the hard drive in the monitoring room tonight! You think we don’t play wild enough ourselves!”

“That’s called foreplay, you wouldn’t understand…”

— One Week Ago, Florence —

The noisy, simple tavern was smoky and chaotic.

A man with scruffy stubble sat at the bar, chugging beer.

After finishing a glass, he exhaled contentedly, pulled a crumpled bill from his pocket, tossed it in front of the bartender, and ordered another beer.

This unfriendly gesture earned the bartender a glare, and the man cursed under his breath: “Damn you, Joe Di. I did so much for you, and you didn’t give me a single penny. You deserved to be taken out…”

A sturdy silhouette appeared silently behind him. The noise in the bar didn’t alert the drunken fellow.

The bartender’s gaze fell on the hand of the unexpectedly arrived man. He didn’t speak, simply pushing the full beer glass forward.

Reflected in the dim yellow light of the bar, the Desert Eagle still shone with a deadly silver gleam.

“Bang!!” A deafening explosion was swallowed by the heavy metal music.

A bloody, gaping hole was instantly blasted into Li Song’en’s body. As he tried to turn to see who it was, Zanda had already leaned over to his face.

Dipping his finger into the blood from the wound, Zanda drew a smile on the corner of his mouth, then took out his phone: “Yes, you should smile happily.”

“You…” Li Song’en never expected that his escaped self would still be met with a fatal disaster.

Zanda let out a cold laugh: “This is your final destination.”

Tossing a wad of cash onto the bar, signaling the bartender to clean up, Zanda turned and vanished out the bar’s door.

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