Golden Temptation – A Yuri Story - Chapter 80

“How have I disgraced you? Dad, Mom, I’m already an adult—I can take responsibility for my actions and decisions. I simply fell in love with someone, and that someone just happens to be a woman. That’s all!

Dad, Mom, I know you love and care about me, but I just want to be with the person I love. What’s so wrong with that?”

Qiao Fei fought back tears that brimmed in her eyes. Just thinking about being separated from Jing Xuan made her heart ache to the point of suffocation. But for the sake of her future with Jing Xuan, for her own happiness, she would fight—even if it meant defying her loving parents. She would fight for herself, for Jing Xuan, and for a love she had no regrets about.

“You unfilial daughter! I’ll beat you to death, you disgrace! You’re not my daughter—my daughter wouldn’t be a lesbian! She wouldn’t fall for some freak!”

“Dad! You can hit me, curse me all you want—but please, show some respect for Jing Xuan! She’s not a freak—she’s the person I love!”

“You still dare speak up for that pervert?! What kind of voodoo spell has that degenerate used to cloud your mind? Today I’m going to beat some sense into you! I’m going to beat it out of you!”

As Father Qiao spoke, he began hurling anything within reach at Qiao Fei. She didn’t dodge, didn’t flinch.

“Lao Qiao! Are you crazy? What are you doing?!” Qiao’s mother desperately shielded her daughter, but her husband, overcome by rage, struck out without restraint. He grabbed a nearby glass and flung it.

It struck Qiao Fei squarely on the forehead. The impact shattered the glass instantly, and a wave of dizziness overcame her as she collapsed backward.

“Fei’er! Fei’er! Lao Qiao, you’ve killed her! If anything happens to our daughter, I’ll never forgive you—I swear I’ll fight you to the death!”

“Mom… Mom…” Qiao Fei, through a haze of pain and dizziness, struggled to stay conscious. Blood streamed from the gash on her forehead, dripping into her right eye and staining the white sclera red—an eerie, almost demonic sight.

“Mom… please… please…” As consciousness slipped away, she vaguely heard her mother’s anguished wails. But she could no longer hold on.
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Taipei, Taiwan.

The grand cocktail party hosted by Jing Xuan, the current head of the Jingdong Association, was officially underway. The event was held at the luxurious Huyao Villa and attended by celebrities, business elites, and prominent members of the media. The long red carpet sparkled under the flash of countless cameras—it was a glamorous spectacle.

Lan Qing, playing the part of a devoted partner, straightened Jing Xuan’s shirt collar and tied her tie with meticulous care. She smoothed out the wrinkles on her chest, while Jing Xuan watched her with a silly grin.

“What are you smiling at?” Lan Qing lightly tapped Jing Xuan’s chest. Jing Xuan caught her soft hand and gently played with it.

“To have a wife like you—what more could I ask for?”

“Ugh, that’s so cheesy!” Lan Qing rolled her eyes with exaggerated disdain, though she was clearly enjoying the attention.

Nearby staff, watching the elegant couple teasing each other, couldn’t help but smile warmly.

“The Young Master and Miss Lan are truly a match made in heaven.”

“Oh?” Lan Qing grinned playfully. “Then tell me—which of us is Heaven, and which is Earth?”

The staff member looked flustered, unsure how to answer. Jing Xuan came to the rescue.

“Alright, you little imp—stop teasing him. Let’s go.”

“Mhm.” Lan Qing naturally hooked her arm around Jing Xuan’s and walked with her into the banquet hall.

After a brief opening speech, Jing Xuan announced the start of the event and led Lan Qing in the first dance. The radiant couple quickly became the center of attention, drawing praise and a storm of camera flashes. Lan Qing looked at Jing Xuan with stars in her eyes, imagining how perfect it would be if this were their wedding reception.

As the song ended, Jing Xuan took Lan Qing’s hand and walked toward the lounge area. A middle-aged man suddenly stepped forward, grabbing a glass of wine from a tray. Jing Xuan immediately recognized him and stopped, bowing slightly.

“Mr. Iga.”

“Dad!” Lan Qing called out softly to the man—her father, Iga Jonin. Behind him were Hasegawa Xiu and Nianqing. Nianqing wore a traditional Japanese kimono, appearing gentle and slightly shy.

“Jing Xuan. Qing’er,” Nianqing greeted them with a warm smile. Hasegawa Xiu looked at the two women, her eyes lingering on their linked arms.

“So, this is Miss Jing. I wasn’t able to properly welcome you last time—I must apologize.”

“Please don’t stand on ceremony, Mrs. Iga. Just call me Jing Xuan.”

“Ha, but aren’t you being formal too? How about calling me Aunt instead?” Nianqing teased.

“Sister!” Lan Qing looked at her in surprise, and Nianqing nodded with a smile. Her father had finally given his blessing to their relationship!

Still stunned, Lan Qing turned to her father again. Iga Jonin offered Jing Xuan another glass of wine.

“I may have accepted your relationship, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to hand over my daughter just yet.”

Jing Xuan respectfully clinked glasses and drank it all in one go. Her alcohol tolerance was poor, but she couldn’t refuse—this gesture meant the Iga family had accepted her.

“Uncle, Aunt, please rest assured. I will never let Miss Lan Qing down. If I do, may Heaven and Earth strike me down!”

“Hmph. You better mean that!” Iga Jonin still seemed reluctant to let this “kid” off too easily.

“Then, may I borrow your beautiful daughter for just a moment?”

“Daddy~” Lan Qing blushed, kissed Jing Xuan on the cheek, and whispered, “Xuan, I’ll be right back.” Jing Xuan responded with a gentle embrace.

After the Iga family moved on, Jing Xuan spotted Shi Jiawen.

Usually sharp and professional, Shi Jiawen was now dressed in an elegant evening gown, making her stand out among the elite crowd.

“Officer Shi.”

“Jing Xuan.”

“Burgundy suits you.”

Shi Jiawen tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks. It’s a lovely event.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh right, I brought someone with me this time—she said she’s an old acquaintance of yours.”

“Oh?” Jing Xuan was intrigued. She didn’t recall having any “old friends.”

Shi Jiawen stepped aside, and a clear voice rang out:

“Hey~ Jing Xuan! Remember me?”

Shen Yiling, dressed in a flowing white Grecian gown, approached gracefully. Her beauty was enough to turn heads, but those who knew her understood her personality was quite the contrast to her demure appearance.

“Miss Shen!”

“That’s me.”

“Ah, so you really do know each other! Yiling’s my cousin,” Shi Jiawen explained. “You really should thank her—she’s the one who restored that key video and helped clear your name.”

Jing Xuan looked stunned.

“I had no idea you were also a skilled hacker, Miss Shen! I’m impressed.” She made a mock respectful bow.

“Hmph~ There’s a lot you don’t know about me. You owe me now, Jing Xuan. So how are you going to repay me?” Shen Yiling teased with a flirtatious wink.

“And how would Miss Shen like me to repay her?”

“I haven’t decided yet—but I won’t keep you waiting too long.”

“Alright. As long as it’s within my power.”

“Deal! Your little sweetheart is looking for you, so I won’t get in the way. Great party—we’re having a blast!”

“Thank you. Enjoy yourselves.”

From afar, Shen Yiling spotted Lan Qing walking over. She tugged on Shi Jiawen’s arm.

“Cousin, let’s go.”

“We’ll be off, Jing Xuan.”

Jing Xuan gave a small bow, graceful as ever.

Lan Qing finally managed to make her way through the crowd to Jing Xuan’s side.

“Xuan, who was that girl just now?”

“Fei’er’s classmate.”