Ming Yue rolled her eyes. “Sorry, I had no idea.”

The unnamed male operative remained silent, his large hand sliding toward the small of Ming Yue’s back.

Ming Yue quickly stepped back, her voice flat and indifferent. “Fu Qiancheng, let bygones be bygones. So…”

She reached out to press against his chest, trying to push him away.

But it was no use.

Ming Yue lifted her head, her eyes devoid of any sparkle or ripple—just two pools of dead, still water. Her thin lips parted slightly, and she slowly said, “Stop bothering me! Now, get lost—go as far away as you can!”

“Can’t move,” Fu Qiancheng replied in a low voice. Without another word, he hoisted the woman in his arms and carried her upstairs, walking steadily toward the second floor.

As for the several pairs of eyes watching from behind, Fu Qiancheng simply ignored them.

He paid no mind to the flurry of soft punches Ming Yue rained down on him, nor to the tiny hands digging into his arm, let alone the repeated curses of “bastard / son of a tortoise” coming from the woman in his arms.

“Fu Qiancheng, are you crazy? What on earth are you doing? Put me down! Right now! Immediately!” Ming Yue gritted her teeth, but her voice was barely loud enough for only herself and the man holding her to hear.

The man, however, pretended not to hear at all, standing as steady as a mountain. In the deep pool beneath his withered eyes, flickers of light seemed to struggle.

After taking a deep breath, he looked down at the woman in his arms and murmured softly, “Yes! I’m crazy! I’ve been fucking crazy for ages!”

“You!”

“What? That I’m despicable, shameless, a bastard, unreasonable?”

Ming Yue said nothing, her cheeks puffed out as she turned her face away.

Fu Qiancheng kept walking steadily, his gaze fixed on the woman in his arms. “But compared with you, Ming Yue, what does my little bit of despicability and shamelessness amount to?”

“Are you out of your mind?”

“What do you think?”

“Screw you! Bastard, put me down!”

“No way!”

“Then die!”

Ming Yue began thrashing wildly, nearly managing to jump off the man’s arms—and in the process, she even hurt her still-unhealed arm.

But the man seemed to have foreseen this; with just a fleeting moment of hesitation, he tightened his grip even more, leaving her no chance to escape. He whispered, “Ming Yue, calm down! If you keep struggling like this, tormenting me like this, I don’t know what other crazy things I might do!”

“You’re threatening me?” Suddenly, Ming Yue stopped struggling and pinching him, instead quietly staring at the man who held her so tightly.

The man didn’t answer—or rather, he didn’t know how to respond.

Threatening?

Would he really dare?

Of course not!

Yet somehow, Fu Qiancheng caught sight of the unmistakable, infuriating tooth mark on the woman’s neck, and an inexplicable, long-bottled-up feeling surged up inside him.

It took him quite a while to regain his composure. Instead of defending himself, he merely nodded, looking straight into the woman’s eyes that no longer held any light, and said, “Yes, I am threatening you!”

Ming Yue was speechless. After a long pause, she finally spoke again: “Fu Qiancheng, after all these years, you haven’t changed one bit! Is this really fun? Don’t you know that a forced melon isn’t sweet?”

Fu Qiancheng continued walking, cradling her in his arms, and after pondering for a long time, he said solemnly, “How would we know if it’s sweet or not unless we try twisting it first? We’ve got to give it a shot!”

Ming Yue: …

Fu Qiancheng stared directly at the woman in his arms. “Ming Yue, don’t even think about shaking me off! And don’t try to draw a line between us either! I’ve said it before—I’m never letting go, not in this lifetime!”

Ming Yue: ………

A little while later, Fu Qiancheng’s driver, Lao Wu, came in carrying several large and small bags.

He gave a nod to the Ming family members who were glaring at each other, as a polite greeting rather than an intrusion into their home, then headed upstairs. Following Fu Qiancheng’s instructions, he went to knock on the door of Ming Yue’s bedroom.

In the blink of an eye, Lao Wu came back down empty-handed.

This time, he didn’t say a word or exchange greetings with the Ming family; instead, he walked calmly out of the house.

End of Chapter 13: Chapter 13