Chapter 114 : Jealousy

Liang Qingqing sensed the danger but knew Fan Yanxing wouldn’t do anything after their playful morning, so she confidently snuggled against his arm and coquettishly said, “Brother Yanxing, Brother Yanxing.”

After calling him twice, Fan Yanxing’s smile widened. He adjusted the blanket that had slipped off her and, in a good mood, indulgently said, “Finish your breakfast quickly, and we’ll go build snowmen.”

“Okay.”

Hearing the hoarseness in his voice, Liang Qingqing dared not push her luck further. She obediently finished her bowl of porridge, got up to change, and with gloves, a bucket, and a shovel, they headed outside.

Liang Qingqing thought it would be fun to have Songzi join them, but Fan Yanxing was reluctant. He packed a bucket of snow for her and gruffly said, “You’re leaving tomorrow. It’s rare for us to have some time alone, why bring Songzi to be a third wheel?”

The term “third wheel” was something Liang Qingqing had taught him.

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing twitched her mouth. She cleared her throat and agreed, “Alright, we won’t get Songzi. Just the two of us is fine.”

Fan Yanxing didn’t speak, but the fleeting pleasure in his eyes revealed his thoughts. Seeing this, Liang Qingqing secretly pouted, thinking he was getting more petty and childish, living up to his nickname as the “King of Jealousy.”

With Fan Yanxing’s help, the snowman took shape quickly. Liang Qingqing then added some finishing touches and placed a camellia flower on its head, completing the snowman.

The two snowmen, one male and one female, stood at opposite sides of the yard, resembling the house’s owners.

“They look so nice. This one is you, and this one is me.” Liang Qingqing pointed to the snowmen. Compared to the detailed female snowman adorned with a camellia and scarf, the male snowman with just rudimentary features seemed quite plain.

Fan Yanxing’s gaze swept over, reluctant to agree with Liang Qingqing, but she persistently sought a response. Reluctantly, he gave a slight nod. Seeing her smile, he couldn’t help but curl his lips.

As long as she’s happy.

The happiness paused the next day. With the year-end approaching, many organizations were holding annual parties, which required announcers to attend and host them. As a result, everyone at the broadcasting station was incredibly busy.

Liang Qingqing had hosted several parties over the past week and finally got a chance to catch her breath. When she returned to the dormitory that day, she was stopped by the dormitory manager before she even reached the stairwell, who informed her that she had received a package.

She wasn’t particularly surprised, assuming it was the usual assortment of local specialties sent from the Fang family in Beijing. However, upon checking the label, she noticed something unusual the package was from Shanghai.

Seeing the city’s name, Liang Qingqing immediately thought of a clear and handsome face. She suppressed her confusion and opened the package once she returned to her dorm. Inside was a beautifully wrapped box filled with radio storage disks and, in addition, an envelope.

Seeing the neat and elegant handwriting on the envelope, Liang Qingqing hesitated for a moment before opening it. After reading the letter, she felt a heavy sigh of relief, as if this matter was finally being put to rest.

The letter contained nothing inappropriate, just a normal message of friendly greetings and instructions on how to use and store the disks. It was thorough and earnest.

Liang Qingqing picked up one of the storage disks and examined it closely, her thoughts growing complex. She had sensed during the farewell party that Song Shenglin might have had romantic feelings for her. If he hadn’t revealed some of his true emotions that day, she might never have known.

Song Shenglin was an exceptionally capable man, gentlemanly, composed, and responsible qualities she had observed and that were the consensus among his team members.

Truthfully, his attributes could make many women willingly fall for him, but Liang Qingqing had someone else in her heart and could never develop feelings for him. Thus, there was no future between them.

Even if he had appeared before Fan Yanxing, she wouldn’t have liked him. Matters of the heart cannot be forced.

It was best to end with a friendship, especially if they might never see each other again.

On the day of the spring break, Fan Yanxing came to pick her up personally. After arriving home and helping her pack her luggage, he noticed the storage disks and asked about their origin. Liang Qingqing casually mentioned where they were from. Fan Yanxing then slowly sat down in a chair, his face hidden in the shadows, looking somewhat forlorn and pitiful.

Seeing this scene, Liang Qingqing’s heart skipped a beat as she instantly realized that Fan Yanxing knew about Song Shenglin’s feelings. However, since she hadn’t done anything wrong, she wasn’t feeling guilty. She walked up to him and poked his cheek. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t say anything but just lifted his head and stared at her intently. After a long while, he said, “Can you not accept this things from Team Leader Song?”

A familiar hint of jealousy emanated from Fan Yanxing, making her eyes sting. Liang Qingqing pinched his cheek. “These are the results of my hard work over such a long time. Regardless of who sent them, I want to keep a copy.”

Fan Yanxing remained silent for a couple of seconds, his brows furrowed as if he was struggling with the decision. In the end, he lowered his head and reluctantly said, “Alright.”

Liang Qingqing, who was accustomed to this kind of situation, immediately surrendered with both hands raised. She gently coaxed, “If we don’t keep it at home, it’s okay for me to give it to friends and family, right?”

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Fan Yanxing immediately agreed. “Alright! I’ll go deliver it now.”

He grabbed the box with the storage disks and prepared to run out, but Liang Qingqing caught the corner of his clothes. “It’s so late. Where are you going?”

“To deliver this stuff.” Fan Yanxing was eager to leave and, seeing Liang Qingqing blocking his way, he became anxious, thinking she was having second thoughts. He patted her arm. “I’ll be back soon.”

“It’s the same if you go tomorrow,” Liang Qingqing said, wrapping her arms around his neck and blowing into his ear. Her fox-like eyes sparkled under the candlelight. She spoke softly, “After such a long time, don’t you miss me?”

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing completely disregarded reason and forgot about Team Leader Song, Team Leader Wang, and Team Leader Li…

All he saw was the alluring Liang Qingqing, who was actively exuding charm. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his throat moving as he placed the box back on the table, reaching for her lips while expressing his longing. “Of course, I miss you. I think about you every day, every moment.”

Before Liang Qingqing could respond, she was gently laid down on the table. The items on it fell to the floor, but neither of them paid any attention, their focus was entirely on each other.

“Liar.” Her fingers rested on his throat, and the words slipped from her lips.

In the face of such an accusation, Fan Yanxing didn’t bother to refute with words but instead demonstrated how much he missed her with his actions. After grabbing a nearby towel and wiping off some sweat, he broke through her defenses.

After an indeterminate amount of time, he whispered in her ear, “Am I still a liar?”

Sweat dampened the strands of hair on her forehead as she breathed heavily, lying on the table, weakly gripping the tablecloth. She shook her head, suddenly remembering something, and laughed. “You’re the King of Jealousy.”

Both knew what this implied. Fan Yanxing gritted his teeth, almost laughing with frustration. He held her hand tightly, his movements becoming increasingly intense. “That Team Leader Song had ill intentions, daring to covet a married woman. Shameless.”

The implication was clear to both of them. Fan Yanxing gritted his teeth, almost laughing out of frustration. He seized her hands, his fingers intertwined with hers, his actions growing more intense, “That Song Shenglin never had good intentions. He dared to have thoughts about a married woman. Shameless.”

This was undeniable, but Song Shenglin had never crossed the line. Liang Qingqing suspected that he probably didn’t know she was married before meeting Fan Yanxing, which was why he had developed feelings for her. Criticizing him might be excessive, but she wasn’t foolish and wouldn’t make things worse by defending him in this situation. So she decided to change the subject.

“Why bring him up? He’s someone we’ll never see again. Don’t waste your time, it’s better to focus on me.” Liang Qingqing said as she reached up to touch his neck. Fan Yanxing hesitated but eventually complied, leaning in to let her kiss his lips.

She was right, with Shanghai so far away, meeting him again would be extremely difficult. There was no need for him to be upset about it.

He then thought of something else and took the opportunity to softly say, “Last time you mentioned using something sweeter. I got some honey. Would you like to…?”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but his deep-set eyes stayed fixed on her, as if waiting for her response.

Liang Qingqing immediately recalled that night with the orange scent, her cheeks flushing deeper. She cleared her throat and mumbled, “Why are you asking me? I’m fine with anything.”

In the context of their intimate moments, not objecting was tantamount to agreeing.Fan Yanixng took a small jar of honey from the cupboard. The sweet scent gradually filled the room. He poured some into his palm, then dipped his fingers in, slowly tracing lines of honey on her body.

The cool sensation made her clutch the fabric beneath her more tightly, her breathing growing increasingly rapid, and her toes curling. Only when she slowly adjusted to the stimulating temperature did her furrowed brow relax, but then the chill was replaced by a persistent itch. She gasped for air, struggling like a fish nearing drowning, desperately seeking relief.

His heated lips explored every trace of honey, and the hazy, disoriented feeling filled her mind, causing her to instinctively grip his short hair tightly, almost frenzied as she pleaded, “I can’t take it anymore.”

Yet the man continued, relentlessly testing the last tight string in her mind.

Liang Qingqing’s vision went white as the familiar sensation made her tremble uncontrollably. When she saw him raise his hand to wipe his damp face, she turned her head away, face flushed, and bit her lip as she muttered, “It’s all your fault. I can’t show my face anymore.”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s just between us,”Fan Yanixng said, his fingers gently brushing away the tears of excitement from her eyes, his voice soothing as he continued, “Don’t cry.”

These words were irrefutable.Liang Qingqing didn’t know where he learned such tactics, but he always managed to hold her heart in his grip, making it impossible to want “life” or “death.”

He was truly a living tyrant.