QT: Against My Will

Chapter 343

343 5.87 – Stinky Bun – The Sleepless’s Elite’s Wife

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Edited by Psycho S.

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Spending longer than he had to go out in the open was the last thing Xuan Mu wanted to do so he hurriedly rushed home to his love as soon as he was done with his business.

Switching on the light to their bedroom, his hands then stretched over the warm bedsheets to hold hers like an infant in search of a comforting toy.

Her cold hand chilled his skin, stinging at his core. He transmitted heat from his deeper self. Combusting his darkness, for her, he created wings of flame, to let her fly once more.

It would be rude to call her hands ‘bony’. Instead, they were lithe. Yes. Lithe. She said her nails were the only thing about her body that could be quickly fixed once they got out of shape.

Without further ado, he sat on the stool by her bedside and began to trim her nails like he had all the time in the world and nothing could interest him more than making Bing Shi’s nails pretty again.

“Black on blue? Or blue on black?” With each word, he gently murmured, his fine fingers would open the drawer, and take out two bottles of blue and black nail polish.

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After using a base coat, he began to paint her nails in a black/blue order. Polka dot design was all he could currently do, so he dipped the pen with a ball tip in the drop of blue and pressed it onto the top of the dry black base, repeating the process with the other colour.

After the paint dried up, his peaceful expression from earlier was replaced with a mouth pressed thinly into a grim line and knitted brows. His patience was becoming legendary, for he had to be calm during his personal storm.

The following hours would belong, the personal risks high, and the exhaustion was very real.

Soon enough, Bing Shi’s muscles began to shake. The heat in her body was fading fast like the end of the day in a wintry forest. Without it, the walls in the room felt all the colder and the smell of stagnant toluene dominated his senses.

He wrapped his body around her like a comforting blanket. His movements were unhurried, choreographed and deliberate.

“You will be healthy soon. There’s gonna be good moments ahead, so just trust me and stay with me,” he spoke with such love, in a voice that soothed and showed great emotional warmth.

Even during her low, he could see her serene face shining through, finding their loving bond and holding on.

The crick in her neck, the coldness, her muscle aches and head pain came at him as a slowly building bruise... This was all part of living, of reminding him to value health and to care for those who are ail.

A fever soon came bursting out from her body cells in waves – a usual response of a human to an illness, to raise the body temperature to levels that could fight it. Sometimes, during real battles, internal or external, a fatal outcome was a necessary risk. Said risk was often taken as the only chance for survival.

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Bing Shi finally opened her eyes after two months, and what she saw was her husband, blinking innocently at her together with a little boy in his arms. She looked up at the flying XiaoPu. One. Then back at the little boy in Xuan Mu’s arms, who was currently being fed from a milk bottle. Two. Two little boys.

“Wife, I can explain,” Too surprised by her sudden awakening, Xuan Mu hurriedly placed the little boy into the crib, and kneeled before his wife’s bed, holding her hand, “Listen, Su Min is dying from cervix cancer... Mo Luwei thinks it’s his son’s fault and has been neglecting him since the fortune-tellers told him that nonsense.

Because the boy almost died from starvation, Li Jie decided to step in. But while he was taking the boy away, they both ended up in a car accident. Thanks to me, Li Jie barely survived. And then, I...Bing Shi. Little Hero must have been used to being kidnapped, he followed me very obediently.”

Bing Shi didn’t want to know. Let’s close her eyes again. Yeah, let’s pretend she fainted, or better yet, she died. Her instincts screamed at her to stay away from that new male lead. Did anyone know the opposite of Aoi Hong’s character? It was this cursed child who was better off dead as he would bring misfortune to everyone around him. It wasn’t made up; she saw it with her own eyes. People that came to love that child encountered no luck, they would find only disasters waiting for them.

“I planned to return him before you wake up,” Standing up, Xuan Mu walked to the crib and picked up the silent boy to bring him away. He planned to be a bystander until the very end. But how could he ignore a child that decided to create a link with both of them the moment it was born?

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After a short while, two heads peeked inside Bing Shi’s room. She didn’t bother to shoo them away, nor did she tell them to stay.

Closing the door back, Xuan Mu went to work confidently, patting the boy’s back in assurance, “See? She’s not afraid of you.”

“Daddy...” The little boy reached out his tiny hands towards the closed doors, “Mommy...”

“Shh, my wife has no motherly instincts. Acting like a cute little munchkin would work on me, but not on her,” he lifted the boy, a pair of red eyes came into contact with the pair of pitch-black ones. Xuan Mu’s lips arched up when the boy fainted on his shoulder, “Good boy.”

He slowly walked outside. He wasn’t the only supernatural being in this world. Quin Yu, Aoi Hong and now, this boy too. It was as if this child signed a deal with the devil. Bad or good, the seemingly innocent wish to meet mommy and daddy went as far as trying to kill Su Min, his biological mother, Li Jie, his godfather, and many others.

Wasn’t he afraid that the boy would badly affect him and Bing Shi? If they couldn’t even go against someone surrounded by luck or misfortune, how could they go against someone like HQ?

Xiao Pu hurriedly walked alongside Xuan Mu, stretching his neck up, he received a little pat on his head in delish. He began to like his host’s husband more than Bing Shi.

When Xuan Mu tried to start the engine of his car, it malfunctioned... It never malfunctioned. He turned to the side to check the boy who seemed to be sleeping peacefully on the car seat for children.

Xuan Mu, ‘You really want to be next to mommy, hm? But what’s the fun in watching her sleep all day?’

“Is it because of the soothing and calming aura that she’s oozing out? I’ll leave you at the temple with the monks if you cause me to be late for a meeting,” Xuan Mu conversed with a sleeping toddler, sounding very silly. He imagined all kinds of outcomes when it came to Little Bing Shi. He never expected a perfect child.

He thought of scenarios where his child would be deaf, blind, autistic, rebellious but he hadn’t thought of imagining little Bing Shi being... well.... A little creep. Flickering his finger, a tattoo appeared, “Well, as long as I’m not dealing with a Little Xuan Mu.”

Since Xuan Mu saved the little guy two days ago, the boy never uttered a cry. It was not like he never heard that child cry. This boy literally cried up until he had absolutely nothing left to cry the moment Xuan Mu left Binfinity’s research center.

Ying Xiong was still quite young and was learning about his surroundings; about how safe and secure his world was, how reliable his parents were, and how valued and loved he was.

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