Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

Ling Chuxi looked into Huangfu Qingjue’s attractive eyes and understood everything. Having you was enough for a lifetime.

A smile gradually appeared on Ling Chuxi’s face. She suddenly moved closer to Huangfu Qingjue and kissed him without any explanation.

Huangfu Qingjue was stunned. He then closed his eyes and enjoyed the intoxicating warmth on his lips.

Time seemed to have stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, a sad and sorrowful zither broke the silence of the night.

Ling Chuxi and Huangfu Qingjue came back to their senses.

“Who is playing the zither here in the middle of the night?” Ling Chuxi frowned slightly.

“Someone who eats too much,” said Huangfu Qingjue with a serious face. Ling Chuxi couldn’t help but laugh. Huangfu Qingjue always gave off a cold and aloof image. But his words didn’t match his appearance at all, for him to say something light so seriously. Obviously, Huangfu Qingjue was annoyed by the person playing the zither at this moment, disturbing his moment with Chuxi.

“Well, it’s getting late. You should rest early,” said Huangfu Qingjue as he smiled at and patted Ling Chuxi on the head.

“You should rest well too. You must be tired today.” Ling Chuxi nodded. Today, Huangfu Qingjue had broken the seal, so he must be tired.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Huangfu Qingjue comforted Ling Chuxi.

The two said goodbye and left for their rooms to rest.

Ling Chuxi went into her room but she was still a little dissatisfied with the person playing the zither in the middle of the night. Huangfu Qingjue walked out of Ling Chuxi’s courtyard, looked up at the moonlight, and suddenly jumped over the wall.

Suddenly, there was a scream. Then, Huangfu Qingjue went back to his room to rest with a calm expression. Behind him was a person who had fallen over in the courtyard with the zither in his arms. The person did not get up for a long time.

It seemed that the mighty Huangfu Qingjue could also be such a petty person. A person who dared to disturb the time Huangfu Qingjue wanted to preciously spend with his sweetheart ended up in such a miserable state.

The person who had been ruffled by Huangfu Qingjue was none other than Young Master Zhang. He had only been sorrowfully strumming the strings of the zither, staring at the moon with a long sigh. All of a sudden, his feet suddenly left the ground and he was flipped over.

Zhang Yuhong had just finished treating his face from Lan Xinyu’s beating. His handsome face had just returned only to for him to fall again. After a long while, he slowly got up with a face full of helplessness and self-pity. There was no longer any hint of elegance on his face. His fingers gently pressed on the zither strings, but he could not play a single song for a long time.

Ling Chuxi’s beautiful but cold face and Huangfu Qingjue’s handsome figure flashed across his mind. Zhang Yuhong was both envious and ashamed of his inferiority as he let out another long sigh. Only someone like Huangfu Qingjue could stand by her side. However, Zhang Yuhong was very unwilling. How he wanted to be the one standing by her side.

“Yuhong, are you still awake?” Zhang Shizhao’s worried voice sounded from behind him. He had been standing behind his son for a while after hearing a slight scream. The more he looked at Zhang Yuhong, the more worried he became.

“Long… Long night… unable to… to… to sleep… sleep… Achoo!” Zhang Yuhong stuttered before sneezing.