Liu Qinxin deliberately emphasized the words “she” and “who’s setting the tone.”

She had no idea whether the man beside her had grasped the key point.

Not long after she finished speaking, the man shifted slightly, making a bit more room for her, then reached out to pull her into his embrace. His voice was soft as he said, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

Liu Qinxin murmured “Mm,” smiled gently, and nestled comfortably against his chest.

Yet, unseen by the man, a cold glint flashed beneath that tender, gentle smile.

Seeing that the man remained silent for a long while, clearly failing to catch the subtle meaning behind her use of “she” and her remark, “But who’s setting the tone here?”, Liu Qinxin’s eyes flickered with a chilling light.

However, she quickly regained her usual serene expression. She settled into a more comfortable position in his arms and softly coaxed him with a few tender words: “Brother Shuo, you’re so kind—thank goodness I met you.”

A little while later, she pressed her small face against his chest again and asked in a soft, worried tone, “Brother Shuo, why has the wind suddenly changed direction? It shouldn’t have, should it?”

Ming Shuo remained silent, simply holding her close.

Liu Qinxin wasn’t ready to give up yet.

After a brief rest, she began gently tracing circles on his chest with one hand while tightly clutching his large hand with the other, subtly drawing the vague hints into the light.

“And, Brother Shuo, what do you think Ming Yue… that girl is thinking right now? She seems like the type who’d seek revenge at the slightest provocation—how can she be so calm about this?”

Yet Ming Shuo still kept quiet, lost in thought.

Liu Qinxin raised her eyes to look at him, her face still wearing that faint smile. “It might be understandable if she didn’t realize what role Jiajia played in all this. But isn’t Ming Xia’s involvement plain as day? Why hasn’t she gone after Ming Xia yet? If she’s staying so quiet, could it be…?”

“Don’t mess with her. She’s not the obedient Yueyue she used to be. She knows about Ming Xia’s situation, but how could she possibly go looking for trouble with Ming Xia…?”

Recalling Ming Yue’s warning, the man felt a faint twinge in the horns on his head that had only just begun to fade—a slight, nagging ache.

He frowned, pulled the woman closer in his arms, kissed her hair fragrant with shampoo, and repeated firmly, “I don’t know. But you must remember: don’t go provoking her!”

“Don’t worry—I’m too fond of her to even think of provoking her! How could I possibly do such a thing?” The woman slowly lifted her head and returned his kiss.

When the kiss ended, a trace of sorrow once again appeared on her seductive face, her eyes gradually filling with a misty sheen. She bit her lip softly, a hint of grievance in her voice: “But, Brother Shuo, Ming Yue seems to hold me in very low regard. I… I really don’t know how to get along with her, or how to make her see my true heart!”

As she spoke, the tiny mist in her eyes transformed into glistening tears, which streamed down her cheeks with a soft “splash.”

The man watched, his heart aching; he couldn’t help but reach out to wipe away her tears, planting one comforting kiss after another on her forehead. His deep voice was filled with tenderness: “You don’t need to worry about any of that. She’s just an ungrateful, ill-mannered wolf—you can be as good to her as you like, but it won’t change a thing. So just be yourself. Don’t suffer any injustice because of her, and certainly don’t dream of becoming some ideal wife or mother in her eyes.”

The next afternoon, after a good night’s sleep, Ming Yue lay on her bed reviewing the surveillance footage. When she came to this part, she first clicked her tongue twice, then couldn’t help but give Liu Qinxin, the “great beauty,” a thumbs-up: “Tsk, tsk, tsk—what an art of conversation! What a masterful ‘pillow wind’…”

And then there’s the skill, the acting—ordinary people really can’t learn that!

Her mother certainly couldn’t compare.

Indeed, being a fox-like seductress absolutely requires natural talent; it’s not something most people can do.

Still…

Ming Yue curled her lips into a smile, staring at the tearful “ideal wife” on the screen for a long while before letting out a soft snort: “But Ms. Liu, you’ve gone to so much trouble, going over and over again to try to make Ming someone suspicious of me—how could I possibly repay you without giving you a little gift for your late-night performance?”

She’s a practical person.

Soon she finished reviewing the footage, stretched lazily, got out of bed, tidied herself up a bit, and headed downstairs to have a serious talk with that little rascal.

After all, such potent drugs aren’t something a child can easily get their hands on.

End of Chapter 34: The Pillow Wind