Novel Lived
Chapter 115
Yu Can sighed and walked between Weisheng Wenzhan and Weisheng Lin: "This is what you call sibling affection among the three of us."
She linked her arms through Weisheng Wenzhan and Weisheng Lin's.
Weisheng Lin pulled away in disgust: "Hey, hey, hey! If you have something to say, say it, but don't touch me! You're wrinkling my clothes!"
Weisheng Wenzhan didn't hesitate to pull his arm back, his tone gloomy: "Don't use me as a test subject."
Yu Can wasn't angry. She walked over to Weisheng Biehe, ready to hug him.
Weisheng Biehe quickly dodged, coldly rejecting her: "Don't touch me."
Yu Can turned to Weisheng Huailing and spread her hands: "Do you understand now?"
Weisheng Huailing: "I understand."
Yu Can smiled: "And the conclusion?"
Huailing replied indifferently: "The five of us don't get along."
Yu Can: "?"
Weisheng Wenzhan: "?"
Weisheng Biehe: "?"
Weisheng Lin laughed incredulously: "Huailing, not only are you deaf, but you're also blind. Isn't it obvious—"
Yu Can covered her second brother's mouth, grinning mischievously as she whispered: "Don't remind him. Don't you want to see the joke?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Weisheng Lin's expression of disgust suddenly turned intrigued. He pulled Yu Can's hand away and said seriously: "It's obvious that they share a very pure bond!"
Weisheng Huailing coldly read his lips, his expression blank: "Are you done with the nonsense?"
Weisheng Lin nodded repeatedly.
Huailing, annoyed, walked over to Qiao Chuchu and hoisted her over his shoulder!
Qiao Chuchu, who was still covering her eyes: "Huh?!"
Weisheng Biehe's expression changed, and he rushed forward to snatch her back!
Huailing dodged him and ran off with Qiao Chuchu on his shoulder!
Weisheng Biehe chased after him: "Weisheng Huailing!!"
Yu Can grabbed him: "Why are you shouting? Don't you know your brother is deaf?"
Biehe shook her off, his tone sharp: "Why are you stopping me? Didn't you just say that the Wei Sheng Family takes whatever it wants by force?"
Yu Can's face darkened: "Your neck is covered in bruises. You need to find a makeup artist to cover them up, and you should change your clothes too. Otherwise, people will talk, and it'll be your reputation on the line."
Weisheng Biehe froze, then irritably touched his neck: "Damn it, I actually lost to him!"
Weisheng Lin laughed: "Huailing is the top lone wolf in the industry, the pinnacle of combat prowess. Did you think he was just for show?"
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Huailing unceremoniously dumped Qiao Chuchu onto the bed!
The force was so strong that she bounced on the mattress!
Startled, she rolled off the bed and onto the floor, her face full of panic: "What are you doing?!"
Weisheng Huailing didn't say a word. He easily picked her up and threw her back onto the bed!
Qiao Chuchu: "!!!"
He straddled her waist, his face cold as he signed: "Don't move, or I'll tie you up with my tie."
Qiao Chuchu inhaled sharply and froze.
[What's going on? Did I just stumble into some bizarre territory?]
Weisheng Huailing had originally styled his hair in a mature slicked-back look, but now two strands hung loosely over his forehead, giving him a wild, dangerous aura.
He roughly loosened his tie, his frustration palpable.
Qiao Chuchu breathed in shallow gasps.
[Damn, this is so intense.]
[But having that intensity directed at me is terrifying.]
Weisheng Huailing frowned, staring into her frightened eyes.
Qiao Chuchu's eyes were wide, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her brows slightly furrowed, every cell in her body radiating fear.
Huailing leaned down closer to her.
Qiao Chuchu: "Eek!!"
She shrank back on the bed, her heart pounding as his face drew nearer!
A flicker of interest passed through his beautiful eyes, and he suddenly moved lower.
Qiao Chuchu: "!!!"
His head slowly descended, passing her chest, her legs, and finally stopping at her calves.
Qiao Chuchu couldn't breathe, every cell in her body on high alert!
[What is he doing?!]
[Can I kick him?!]
Weisheng Huailing slowly sat up, kneeling on the bed, and took hold of her ankles.
Qiao Chuchu tried to pull her legs back in fear.
Huailing tightened his grip, his eyes warning her.
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
The room was dead silent.
Only the sound of her increasingly heavy breathing filled the air.
She felt a faint sense of relief.
Relief that Weisheng Huailing couldn't hear her nervous gasps.
His rough fingers brushed against the skin of her ankles as he looked up at her.
Qiao Chuchu lay on the bed, her hair now completely disheveled, her auburn locks spread out around her. She turned her face away, refusing to look at him, her hands gripping the white sheets tightly as she breathed unevenly.
Weisheng Huailing's eyes darkened, and he suddenly yanked her downward!
Qiao Chuchu slid down, her body now pinned against his knees!
Her face turned pale, and she quickly pulled the blanket over herself, her expression full of terror!
Seeing this, Weisheng Huailing's grim expression softened, and the corners of his mouth lifted into his signature adorable smile.
"Don't be afraid," he signed. "I'm here."
Qiao Chuchu's face turned green.
[It's precisely because you're here that I'm scared, dude!!]
[And why are you smiling all of a sudden?]
[Why are you smiling?]
[Why did you throw me on the bed, do all those ambiguous things, and make me think you were going to... you know!]
Qiao Chuchu grew more and more afraid, clutching the blanket and trembling.
[Am I the only normal person among these villains? I feel so lost, so confused, so scared.]
Weisheng Huailing smirked, patting her leg to get her attention. "What were you doing with my fourth brother earlier?"
Qiao Chuchu looked at him fearfully.
He stared at her coldly. "Tell the truth. Don't lie."
Qiao Chuchu immediately signed the entire story.
Finally, she summarized: "That's what happened. My shoes broke, and Mr. Biehe took me to his room, saying he'd buy me a new pair. Then you showed up."
She couldn't help but add in her mind: [And you showed up in the most terrifying way possible.]
Huailing's face darkened, and he got off the bed.
Qiao Chuchu scrambled off the bed too, rushing to the door and signing: "It's just a pair of shoes. You shouldn't go to the trouble. I'll buy them myself!"
She tried to open the door.
?
It wouldn't budge!
She glanced at the keypad next to the door, her jaw nearly dropping.
[This room has a password lock?!]
[What kind of security does the Wei Sheng Family have? Unbreakable glass, password-locked doors—how am I supposed to get out?]
She forced a laugh and turned back to Huailing, signing awkwardly: "Such a high-tech door! What's the password?"
Weisheng Huailing stood by the bed, staring at her gloomily without a word.
Qiao Chuchu leaned against the door, finally taking in the layout of Huailing's room.
His room was simple, with a gray-and-white color scheme, a modern minimalist style.
The room was spacious, with an en-suite bathroom, a walk-in closet, and a study—everything one could need.
It must have been over 1,500 square feet.
The room had no main light source, and there were few decorations. All the furniture was black.
Weisheng Huailing's clothes were black too.
It gave off a lifeless, eerie vibe, like a modern-day underworld.
Qiao Chuchu turned away, her heart sinking: [Who can understand? Everyone around me has eight hundred schemes up their sleeves. I'm out of my depth—I can't keep up with their twisted minds, their schemes, their glances, their thoughts. The only thing I can keep up with is my gut feeling that something's wrong.]
[I feel like playing a song.]
[How about "Borrowing Five Hundred More Years from Heaven"?]
Weisheng Huailing smirked slightly, ignoring Qiao Chuchu as he walked into the walk-in closet.
Qiao Chuchu: "?"
[What is he getting?]