Chapter 85: All Right, We’ll Both Sleep on the Bed Then
Translator: Tim Editor: Tehrn
“Xiao Lei, since you’re so pretty, did he want to keep in touch?” Li Mumei asked, immediately intrigued.
Xiao Lei shook her head and said bitterly, “To be honest, I was interested in him. I’m sure it was love at first sight. However, I’m not his Snow White. He didn’t give me a chance; he didn’t even give me his number…”
Su Jingwen burst out laughing. “Journalist Xiao, she’s got the perfect body and face. Look at this chest—even I’m scared! How could you be afraid of not finding your prince?”
Seeing Su Jingwen teasing her, Xiao Lei surprisingly didn’t laugh. She shook her head again. “You don’t understand how I felt. At my most helpless moment, someone came down from the heavens and saved me. I haven’t read many fairy tales, but this was real. Maybe you haven’t experienced that and can’t understand, but he was so handsome… or maybe not handsome, I don’t know what to call it…”
Xiao Lei felt dejected.
“Xiao Lei, can you describe him?” Ning Qingxue asked shakily. Lost in thought, the others didn’t notice her unusual tone.
“He looked about twenty, wearing an ordinary light blue shirt. He had great skin and a gentle appearance. His eyes were very soft and comforting… He was almost 180 cm tall. He wasn’t extraordinarily handsome, but his features were distinct and pleasant. When he smiled, he looked very confident, like he wouldn’t care if the heavens fell. Hmm, he had a sharp nose, very white teeth… Oh, and I have a photo!”
“Hurry up and show it!” Li Mumei said. Xiao Lei’s description hadn’t provided a clear image; only his height was readily apparent.
Xiao Lei pulled an exquisite mirror from her bag and, mocking herself, passed it around. “Here’s the photo, but I took it secretly. I’m already hopelessly smitten.”
Even without her saying it, her tone and the exquisite mirror spoke volumes. Why else would a mirror holding a photo be so ornate?
Ning Qingxue took the mirror shakily. Upon seeing the picture, she dropped it. Luckily, Su Jingwen caught it.
Seeing Ning Qingxue’s second clumsy moment, Li Mumei said worriedly, “Qingxue, are you alright? Should we leave early?”
Ning Qingxue only nodded, still silent. Then Su Jingwen exclaimed, “It’s Ye Mo!”
“He’s called Ye Mo…” Xiao Lei started, then paused, realizing something was amiss. She looked at Su Jingwen in surprise. “What do you mean, ‘It’s Ye Mo’?”
Li Mumei took the mirror, also surprised. “Qingxue, it really is him! Why was he at Flowing Snake?”
Xiao Lei looked inquisitively at Su Jingwen, sensing something was wrong.
Su Jingwen smiled wryly. “He’s Qingxue’s husband, Ye Mo. I just don’t know why he was at Flowing Snake.”
“Qingxue’s husband?” Xiao Lei repeated, a sudden flush warming her face. Then she said, “Didn’t Qingxue break off the engagement?”
Su Jingwen looked at Xiao Lei. “Xiao Lei, it’s not surprising you don’t know. Although her family broke the engagement, Qingxue still married him—very discreetly. You were probably in Tibet then, and you probably went straight to Flowing Snake when you returned, so you wouldn’t have heard. Qingxue is still married to Ye Mo; they haven’t divorced.”
Su Jingwen’s explanation subtly warned Xiao Lei to be careful. However, she was also being euphemistic; Qingxue and Ye Mo’s wedding was hardly discreet; it was almost as if they hadn’t had one at all—they simply obtained a marriage certificate.
“Huh…” Xiao Lei looked at Ning Qingxue awkwardly. She hadn’t expected the man she secretly admired and photographed to be the husband of the woman sitting before her.
“Um, sorry, Qingxue. I didn’t know Ye Mo was your husband. I heard he’s…” Xiao Lei felt awkward, disappointed, and unfairly treated.
She couldn’t understand why her Ye Mo would be Ning Qingxue’s husband. If he was the useless man the Ye family cast off, how could he be so strong and composed? Even if he was that disabled Ye Mo, how could someone like Ning Qingxue marry him?
…
Yun Bing prepared a large meal. Ye Mo hadn’t eaten well in a long time, so fearing it would affect his health, she’d bought many vegetables.
Having an extra person made the house feel much more lively, making Yun Bing happier. If she weren’t worried about Ye Mo’s past, she’d be even happier. At that moment, she didn’t want to be Merciless Bing. Perhaps no one had truly made her happy in years.
In truth, Ye Mo hadn’t done anything truly terrible, but he gave her a sense of security. Perhaps it was because she’d been without a man for so long. Although she knew her feelings were wrong, she couldn’t stop her subconscious thoughts. She’d hoped more than once that Ye Mo hadn’t done those things.
He was an abandoned son, his fiancée had broken off their engagement, and he had that unspeakable problem. However, Yun Bing secretly admitted she didn’t mind these things; she liked sleeping next to Ye Mo. It was comfortable and relaxing. But she knew she could only indulge this thought briefly, and she didn't dare speak of it or even seriously consider it.
She was an impure woman, much older than him, and society's judgment weighed heavily. Sighing, Yun Bing wished again that Ye Mo weren't on the wanted list. Perhaps only she knew his true worth.
After dinner, Ye Mo wanted to sleep early, needing to conserve stamina for his nightly run. He was grateful to Yun Bing for bringing back everything. The Silver Heart Grass and Purple Heart Vine were precious and hard to find.
“You sleep on the bed tonight; I’ll take the couch.” Although Yun Bing enjoyed sleeping beside Ye Mo, she feared she’d wake up hugging him again, so she didn’t dare sleep in the bed.
Ye Mo shook his head. “I’m the man; I’ll sleep on the couch. You take the bed.”
“No, your body hasn’t recovered yet. How can you sleep on the couch?” Yun Bing immediately rejected this.
“All right, we’ll both sleep on the bed then. Wasn’t that what we did last night?” Ye Mo didn’t mind sleeping with Yun Bing. He only felt gratitude towards her, nothing more.
“Okay…” Yun Bing didn’t object.