“These are all medicinal ingredients for curing Gu poison. If I didn’t do this, the poison in your body would never be removed, right? Relax, with me here, nothing will happen to you. What’s wrong? Just let me help you detoxify, but I’ll give you a warning. If you’re faking it, a single bite from these venomous creatures could be fatal…”
Seeing Leng Mingye like this, Wan Qing chuckled lightly. Noticing Feng Moli’s mocking expression and Qingfeng Baiyu’s worried yet confused look, she turned to him and spoke, then pulled out another snake.
“No! I—I actually don’t have Gu poison. I was just joking, but I didn’t expect you to take it so seriously. What… What are you laughing at? Is it funny? You knew I was faking it all along, yet you conspired with her to trick me.”
As Wan Qing brought another small snake close and placed it on him—though the snakes and centipedes hadn’t crawled into his clothes—the thought of their venom made Leng Mingye tense up, despite his earlier attempts to gain her attention.
With a sudden movement, he stood up, shaking off the snakes and even tossing the blanket to the ground. Then, with an awkward smile, he looked at Wan Qing, whose delicate brows were furrowed in slight anger. Seeing Feng Moli burst into laughter, he glared at him, realizing his ruse had backfired spectacularly—not only was he exposed, but he’d nearly been bitten by venomous creatures.
“Haha, I didn’t make you do this. I warned you earlier, but you insisted on pretending. Now, you’d better explain yourself to Qing’er. We’ll leave you two alone.”
Feng Moli laughed at Leng Mingye’s reproachful look, shifting the blame back onto him before motioning for Hong Lian and the others to leave with him.
“So you were just playing a prank on me? Leng Mingye, are you a three-year-old? I only spent a few days traveling with my mother, and you pull this stunt—even faking Gu poison! Thank goodness you reacted quickly. If those creatures had gotten inside you, they wouldn’t have cured anything; they’d have killed you. Do you realize that?”
After her uncle and mother left, Wan Qing glared at Leng Mingye’s sheepish smile. She had sensed something off when he acted strangely earlier, and now, displeased, she stepped closer, questioning him sharply.
“I—I was just feeling upset. We just got married, spent only one night together, and then they kept pulling you away, ruining our time. Qing’er, don’t you miss me at all? Or do you really have no feelings for me? After marrying me, you’re always with your family, making me feel like an outsider. I—”
Seeing her anger, Leng Mingye knew he’d gone too far. His handsome face flushed with guilt, but the frustration of being separated from her—forced to sleep alone at night and sit with other men during the day—made him speak his mind. As he stepped closer, his voice softened into a plea, his expression unusually downcast.
“Wait—are you jealous? But Leng Mingye, are you seriously a child? My mother just reunited with me after all these years, and this is our rare chance to bond. Yet you pull this nonsense, even lying about being poisoned. You… You’re so infuriating, yet impossible to stay mad at.”
Watching him act like a remorseful child, Wan Qing couldn’t help but laugh. They’d only been married a short while, and while she’d been overjoyed reconnecting with her grandparents and mother, she’d neglected him. His petty jealousy and this ridiculous stunt were both childish and endearing. Still, she scolded him lightly, playfully hitting his chest.
“Alright, don’t be angry. I was wrong, I admit it. I worried you, and I’m sorry. But Qing’er, your mother and uncle really shouldn’t have interfered. I wanted to take you to see my father, yet they tagged along. They know we’re newlyweds—shouldn’t they give us space?”
Relieved by her half-hearted scolding, Leng Mingye pulled her into his arms, venting his grievances.
“I know it’s unfair to you, but my mother and uncle won’t be with us forever. They’ve just reunited, and they want time with me too. How about this—I promise that if they need me during the day, I’ll go, but at night, I’ll make time for you. Deal?”
Seeing his pitiful, sugar-deprived expression, Wan Qing sighed and leaned against him, poking his forehead fondly. Their marriage was still new, and she realized she might have neglected him. With a soft smile, she relented.
“My wife is the best, Qing’er…”
Her reassurance eased his gloom, though a hint of resentment lingered. Not wanting to upset her further, he smiled and leaned in slowly.
“You…” Blushing, Wan Qing tilted her face up to meet his kiss.
After a long, lingering kiss—though not as satisfying as he’d hoped—Leng Mingye reluctantly pulled away, content with her promise. Wan Qing leaned against him, smiling.
“Let’s go out. We still have to explain the lie, or my mother will overthink it.”
Though her uncle seemed to understand his act, Wan Qing didn’t want her newly reunited mother to worry. As they stepped out, they spun a tale: he *had* been poisoned, but the affected area was… private, so they’d handled the detoxification in private.
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