Waiting for You for a Long Time, But You Haven't Arrived - Chapter 57

The Sovereign took a slap, but she is happy.

Only that single sentence caused Jiang Qionghua to surrender everything.

Jiang Qionghua was so lost in spirit by that long-awaited call of “Auntie” that she exhaled a long, wistful breath; it wasn’t just her legs that she couldn’t keep closed.

Her emotions could not be calmed for a long time. Jiang Qionghua’s eyes shimmered with liquid light, looking at Ming Yishu as if intoxicated or infatuated, yet she met only the other’s waveless, indifferent gaze.

There was no trace of emotion in Ming Yishu’s eyes, as if she had merely done something trivial in passing. That cry full of affection from moments ago had been entirely an act; she had invested no feeling into it and cared nothing for gain or loss.

“Clean yourself up,” Ming Yishu said, handing her the handkerchief and looking away.

Jiang Qionghua took the cloth, her heart feeling freezing cold.

But she couldn’t demand any better treatment; she could only silently and solitarily pick up the pieces of the aftermath.

The room fell into silence once more. Clearly, there were two people present, yet it felt exceptionally desolate. Jiang Qionghua’s heart was bleak, and her lowered brows betrayed the sorrow within.

After such an affair, there was none of the old tenderness. Jiang Qionghua felt more than just lonely and dejected; she felt humiliated. However, she no longer cared about her dignity. As long as she could remain here, it wasn’t too bad. She could cast aside her pride; it didn’t matter.

“Yishu, the handkerchief isn’t enough,” Jiang Qionghua lingered for a long time before finally speaking. “Is there another clean one? I haven’t finished cleaning up.”

Ming Yishu opened her lips speechlessly. She offered no comment, but quietly handed her another handkerchief.

Jiang Qionghua took it with a hint of bashful embarrassment, turning her body slightly to block Ming Yishu’s line of sight.

“I’m not looking. Hurry up,” Ming Yishu also turned away, indicating she wasn’t watching.

“Mhm,” Jiang Qionghua softly hummed in response, and the rustling sounds of her cleaning herself resumed.

The two of them shared the room in an agonizing and twisted atmosphere. Neither spoke, leaving only the friction of Jiang Qionghua using the cloth to wipe away the moisture. Even standing there, Ming Yishu felt as if needles were pricking her back. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, she finally furrowed her brows. “Do not intentionally stall for time.”

“I am not intentionally wasting time,” Jiang Qionghua defended herself with a hint of grievance, then asked, “Yishu, this handkerchief is also wet.”

Ming Yishu fell silent again. However, she still didn’t say much and compliantly brought Jiang Qionghua another cloth.

Jiang Qionghua took it, and this time she was finally a bit faster, but… it still wasn’t enough.

Finally, when Jiang Qionghua spoke, her voice carried a trace of chagrined emotion. “Yishu, this one is also…”

Ming Yishu’s breathing gradually became uneven. The calmness on her face was like a clear pond disturbed by ripples, suddenly falling into total disarray.

Her voice rose slightly as she said, “Stop lying to me.”

“But it really isn’t finished yet.” Jiang Qionghua tossed the damp cloth aside. Despite such a shameless act, she felt nothing of it. Sitting by the edge of the couch with bare feet, she appeared as composed as a general strategizing a campaign. She even dared to press further, “Is there another new handkerchief? I still need…”

“No, you are lying. You just want to loiter and refuse to leave.” Ming Yishu finally lost her patience and turned around, walking closer with a touch of irritation.

Jiang Qionghua: “I am not. I didn’t. I am not that kind of person.”

Ming Yishu: “You are! You are shameless, greedy, selfish, driven by wicked desires—and you love to pester people relentlessly.”

“Would I really deceive you about this matter?” Seeing her turn around, Jiang Qionghua, as if to prove herself, leaned directly back against the bedding. At the same time, she stepped with her bare feet, spreading her knees wide for her to see. “Look.”

Unprepared, Ming Yishu’s gaze was drawn by the other’s words. Lowering her head, she caught sight of this scandalous scene.

Ming Yishu was stunned. It took a long time for her to regain her senses, and she hurriedly turned her head away, refusing to look any longer.

Jiang Qionghua’s ruse had succeeded; a smile played at the corners of her mouth. “See, I didn’t lie to you. There really were too few handkerchiefs.”

Ming Yishu’s brows knit tightly, and she nearly ground her teeth to dust. “—Jiang Qionghua, you are truly wicked through and through.”

“What should be done now? Yishu, if you have no more handkerchiefs, could you lend me your clean undergarments to use?” Jiang Qionghua had adapted well and felt no shame at all. “Or, could you let me stay here to bathe? That would save me from using any more handkerchiefs…”

Under Jiang Qionghua’s malicious behavior, Ming Yishu was almost driven to a frustrated laugh. she glared at Jiang Qionghua with a gaze full of anger and questioned, “You are clearly in the wrong; how do you dare stay in my room so brazenly?”

This was a precursor to a looming argument. Realizing this, Jiang Qionghua decisively played deaf, lightly brushing over the topic.

She raised her hand to cover her lips with the back of her hand, acting affectedly. “Yishu, don’t look at me like that. When you look, I can’t help myself again. When the time comes and the handkerchiefs are gone, even your newly washed clothes won’t be enough to wipe it away.”

Ming Yishu’s lips trembled with rage. She closed her eyes and said angrily, “Jiang Qionghua, how can you have no dignity left at all?”

Jiang Qionghua saw Ming Yishu close her eyes before her. Her Yishu was clearly in a state of uncontrollable fury, yet she was so charming and alluring. Those trembling lips were so beautiful and beguiling—if she were to kiss them…

As she thought it, she did it.

Perhaps there was still some lingering effect of the medicine that gave Jiang Qionghua an excuse for her impulsiveness. She didn’t know what came over her, but she actually approached the other while Ming Yishu’s eyes were closed. Having arrived before the person she dreamed of day and night, Jiang Qionghua didn’t stop to think about the consequences of her actions; she leaned in directly and kissed her.

Ming Yishu was shocked. While panicking and recoiling, she swung her hand upward, landing it squarely on Jiang Qionghua’s face.

A loud slapping sound rang out, snapping Jiang Qionghua out of her impulsive state.

“What madness are you possessed by!” Ming Yishu, collapsing into a breakdown, shoved the person back heavily. She grabbed a random piece of clothing and threw it at Jiang Qionghua to cover her, then dragged her toward the door and kicked her out. “Get out!”

Jiang Qionghua had kissed the person she wanted to kiss, so her long-held wish was fulfilled. Even after being hit, she felt no shame or anger. Instead, she said with a coquettish smile, “Don’t be so angry. The night is late, and such excitement leads to insomnia. Yishu, let me see… does your hand hurt from the strike?”

“It doesn’t hurt. Get lost.”

Ming Yishu threw the door shut with succinct finality and walked away.

Jiang Qionghua stood at the door for a long time to calm down. She coyly adjusted the clothes Ming Yishu had given her, wrapping them tightly in layers. With a hint of lingering taste, she recalled Ming Yishu’s angry, reproachful eyes—they were so vivid and beautiful, countless times more beautiful than when she used to face her with a cold expression.

Her Ming Yishu was beautiful even when angry, making her heart flutter incessantly.

Jiang Qionghua faced the door and smiled again and again. It wasn’t until footsteps began to approach from behind that she restrained her smile, noticing the burning pain on her face.

That slap had really been delivered with force. Jiang Qionghua cupped her cheek, smiling while standing at the door to instruct Ming Yishu: “I will have someone bring some ice later tonight. You should apply it to your hand; otherwise, it would be a loss if your hand hurts from hitting me.”

Ming Yishu gave no response from inside; she was likely enraged to the limit.

Jiang Qionghua clung to the door, waiting reluctantly for a long while before finally remembering to leave. She turned around and saw a crowd of her subordinates behind her. Everyone was looking at their noses or their mouths, heads bowed, yet they still couldn’t hide the astonishment in their eyes.

“You’ve never seen me get hit before, have you? I find it incredible myself.” Jiang Qionghua covered her cheek, showing no dissatisfaction whatsoever. She was even still savoring the scene from just now. “As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the deeper the hate. You people without wives cannot know the sweetness within. Even if I am hit, I feel happy.”

She was in high spirits today and immediately ordered rewards for everyone present.

Everyone wore an expression as if they had seen a ghost. After all, their Prime Minister had been slapped so severely that she had lost all face; she likely wouldn’t be able to show her face in public tomorrow. How could she still laugh out loud?

As expected, it was impossible to understand.

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