The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Taming

Qi Bocang appeared behind Lin Qinghan. He leaned down, his warm breath fanning against the other’s ear. Feeling the sudden stiffening and the subsequent struggle as the person realized what was happening, a dark tide surged in the depths of his eyes.

He looked down at the person before him; all of the bold choices the other had made along the way had fallen into his sight.

Qi Bocang raised his hand to caress Lin Qinghan’s hand, rubbing gently from the wrist bone, his fingertips sliding all the way to the other’s knuckles. He gave a light tap, and the poked finger curled inward subconsciously. He slowly pulled the Black Bone Fan from Lin Qinghan’s hand and tossed it onto the ground like discarding an obstructive object.

He looked down at Lin Qinghan’s profile, his fingertips sliding from the wrist across the slender neck. The delicate skin made him half-close his eyes. He brushed past the back of Lin Qinghan’s ear; seeing the body suddenly tense up, Qi Bocang withdrew his fingertips, a low chuckle spilling from his throat.

“I found you. Tell me your name.”

Lin Qinghan felt the uncomfortable touch on his body vanish, replaced by the other’s somewhat playful voice. He turned his head abruptly and saw Qi Bocang, dressed in red, lying on the bed in a disorganized manner, looking at him with a smile.

Lin Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Qi Bocang only had the intention of teasing him and wasn’t actually interested in both men and women.

Otherwise, he would certainly castrate the man, hack him into eight pieces, and stuff him into a pickled vegetable jar.

A trace of chill flashed in Lin Qinghan’s eyes before he inconspicuously reined it in. He looked up at Qi Bocang, then lifted his left hand and shook it, the connected iron chain letting out a clatter-clatter sound.

“Is this how Young Master Qi treats his guests?” Lin Qinghan asked with an arched eyebrow.

Qi Bocang looked at his movements and nodded, not realizing anything was wrong at all. Seeing that Lin Qinghan’s expression was unfriendly, he then spoke to explain, “Aren’t you quite clear on my reputation outside?”

As he spoke, Qi Bocang sat up and looked straight at Lin Qinghan, his fox-like eyes curving slightly. “A libertine naturally treats guests this way.”

This was throwing the words Lin Qinghan had used to describe him right back at him.

Hearing this, Lin Qinghan looked at Qi Bocang unyieldingly. He slightly arched an eyebrow. “I abandoned my cold-blooded master to choose you. Treating me like this really makes my heart go cold, Young Master Qi.”

As the words fell, the previously frivolous expression on Qi Bocang’s face was instantly reined in. He half-closed his eyes as he looked at Lin Qinghan. “What else do you know?”

Lin Qinghan looked at the other’s wary expression and intentionally drawled his words, “I also know you are a half-demon.”

Crack.

Lin Qinghan raised his hand to lift the chain resting on the bed. A petal that had been lunging straight for him stabbed into the hard iron chain; the originally invulnerable chain was actually snapped in half by a tiny petal.

Lin Qinghan stood up and shook his hand. The iron ring fastened around his wrist turned into osmanthus petals and drifted down.

“Don’t be so impatient; I haven’t finished yet.” Lin Qinghan didn’t look at Qi Bocang’s darkening expression, but instead patted his sleeves and bent down to pick up the neglected Black Bone Fan from the floor.

“You are also an osmanthus demon. Presumably, your mother should be an osmanthus tree spirit…”

The bone fan tapped against his palm one strike after another, drawing Qi Bocang’s gaze over.

Suddenly, Lin Qinghan’s long leg pressed against the edge of the bed. The Black Bone Fan propped up Qi Bocang’s chin, forcing him to lift his head slightly and look up at him.

“No wonder the Qi family refused to recognize you before.”

Lin Qinghan opened his thin lips to spit out biting words. He looked down at Qi Bocang, whose eyes were stained with anger, and curled the corners of his lips. “Lin Qinghan.”

As the words fell, Qi Bocang was stunned for a moment by the sudden shift in topic.

In the next instant, the bone fan tapped lightly against Qi Bocang’s face, once after another not painful, but highly insulting.

“Be sure to remember it well.” Lin Qinghan looked at Qi Bocang playfully, his words bordering on malicious.

Qi Bocang looked into Lin Qinghan’s eyes, the deep emotions in his eyes swirling like a violent tide. He raised his hand to press the bone fan against the side of his own face, then he looked straight at Lin Qinghan, tilted his head slightly, and left a kiss on the fan bone.

“This one has remembered.”

Lin Qinghan frowned at the unidentifiable emotions in the other’s eyes. Following the other’s action, he almost subconsciously yanked the bone fan out.

What is wrong with this person?

Lin Qinghan gave Qi Bocang a displeased look, then looked at the “sullied” fan with an indescribable expression. His face distorted for a moment, and finally, he rubbed the fan fiercely twice against the clean bed until the discomfort in his heart was suppressed.

Qi Bocang maintained his previous posture, looking at Lin Qinghan with dark eyes.

After finishing everything, Lin Qinghan looked up at Qi Bocang. Seeing the number 40 above the other’s head, he gave Qi Bocang a strange look.

Does this person have some kind of masochistic tendency?

Lin Qinghan didn’t look at him again, but instead pulled back the canopy curtains on the bed and walked out.

Only after going out did he discover that Qi Bocang had brought him to an underground secret room. The furnishings here were the same as the room where he had gone to change clothes earlier.

The only difference was that there was a massive stone door in this secret room. Lin Qinghan took two steps forward to the stone door, raising his hand to stroke it and feel its texture.

The rough stone surface brushed against his palm. Lin Qinghan pushed with force and found that it wouldn’t open.

He hadn’t found any empty space where something could be inlaid just now either.

Lin Qinghan crossed his arms and looked at this unsolvable stone door before him. He had a premonition that what lay behind the stone door was the Everspring Ivy.

But right now, he hadn’t found the method to open this door.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Lin Qinghan retracted his thoughts and turned back to look at Qi Bocang walking toward him.

“You want to open this door?” Qi Bocang asked, looking at Lin Qinghan.

Lin Qinghan nodded, making no attempt to hide it.

“If I help you open the door, will there be any reward?” Qi Bocang asked him with a smile.

Hearing this, Lin Qinghan actually thought about it for a moment, then he looked up at Qi Bocang. “What do you want?”

Qi Bocang didn’t answer, but instead asked a different question: “Why didn’t you choose me?”

Lin Qinghan arched an eyebrow and looked at him, seemingly somewhat surprised, but he didn’t answer the question.

“That master of yours is likely not easy to get along with. What if he kills you when he sees you?” Qi Bocang asked with a light sigh.

Hearing this, Lin Qinghan thought of Ling Yanhe’s look as if he were nearly driven mad with rage. His eyes curved slightly as he gave a light snort and said, “He can’t kill me.”

Qi Bocang suddenly laughed at his candid appearance, then raised his hand intending to touch his hand. Before Lin Qinghan could make a move, the fine thread on his wrist jumped out first and blocked Qi Bocang’s fingertips, as if it would directly slice off Qi Bocang’s hand if he moved one step closer.

Qi Bocang looked at this thing with some surprise. “This is?”

Lin Qinghan’s brows pressed down as he looked at the dancing fine thread. He displeasurably raised his hand to press it back, his voice turning a few degrees colder. “Don’t pay it any mind.”

Watching Lin Qinghan’s actions and expression, Qi Bocang looked down and chuckled, seemingly understanding something. He shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, “So he doesn’t actually treat you as an object.”

“What?” Lin Qinghan frowned and looked at Qi Bocang.

Hearing this, Qi Bocang looked up at him and shook his head, showing no intention of finishing the sentence. Instead, he looked at the bone fan in Lin Qinghan’s hand. “Want to open the stone door? If you do, lift your Black Bone Fan.”

Lin Qinghan looked at him with some doubt. Although he wasn’t clear on what direct connection there was between the stone door and the bone fan, he reckoned the other couldn’t do anything to him now anyway, so he still half-believingly followed his words and stretched out the hand holding the Black Bone Fan.

Almost instantly, Lin Qinghan’s wrist was grabbed by Qi Bocang. By the time he wanted to pull it back, it was already too late.

The Black Bone Fan pierced directly through Qi Bocang’s chest.

Lin Qinghan frowned and looked at him, his eyes already stained with anger.

In the next instant, Qi Bocang pulled the person into his arms. He raised a hand and rested it loosely on Lin Qinghan’s shoulder, as if asking for a hug.

“The next time we meet, I hope you will truly choose me.”

Afterward, Lin Qinghan felt a weight lift from his body. The Qi Bocang before him and everything in the secret room transformed into countless osmanthus petals, scattering with the wind as the stone door slowly opened.

The golden petals pressed affectionately against Lin Qinghan’s cheek, then reluctantly were swallowed away by the wind, finally vanishing before him.

Lin Qinghan’s face turned completely dark. He displeasurably pinched up an osmanthus petal from the Black Bone Fan. In the next second, the petal burned at his fingertips, finally leaving only tiny ashes drifting from his hand.

He hated it when others made choices for him.

But this Qi Bocang really was a half-demon. Previously, he had always felt that the spells Qi Bocang used were too sinister even if he had a Wood spiritual root; he had some vague suspicions until he fell into this secret room and smelled the dense demonic scent.

Qi Bocang hadn’t intended to hide it at all; perhaps that was why the other had chosen him at the Sihai Hall.

But he really hadn’t expected that Qi Bocang would actually be the key to opening the stone door.

According to how the maid earlier addressed Qi Bocang as “Young Master,” this Tianhai Pavilion should be the property of the Qi family. But why would the Qi family use Qi Bocang as the key to this stone door?

Does the Qi family hold some leverage over Qi Bocang? Is it his mother?

There were too few clues; Lin Qinghan couldn’t make a judgment for the time being and could only set the matter aside. Right now, he still needed to solve the most important issue.

Lin Qinghan looked up at the long stone path before him that seemed to have no end. He raised his hand to suppress the restless fine thread on his wrist.

I hope Ling Yanhe isn’t so stupid that he can’t even find the secret passage leading here, Lin Qinghan thought as he stepped into the stone path before him.

Unbeknownst to Lin Qinghan, black-crimson thorns had already entwined around his fair neck, showing for only an instant before hiding away, as if they had never appeared.

Inside Tianhai Pavilion.

A drunken man staggered along the corridor. He was feeling wonderful, holding a magical artifact he had just swindled from someone else, when he was suddenly bumped into. Anger instantly flared in his heart, “Which grandson who doesn’t have eyes dares to bump into your grand?”

The words stopped abruptly. The man panicked and clutched his neck, but the surging blood could not be blocked at all. He let out a he-he sound, raising his hand intending to grab the person before him for help. Before his blood-stained hand could pull at that white robe with wide sleeves, he fell to the ground with a thud.

And the one who had struck didn’t spare him even a single glance, stepping across his corpse and walking on.

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