CHAPTER 169: CHAPTER 169: NOT SO ANNOYING (10)

On the side, Qin Zhaoran said lightly, "If you’re not feeling well, you can come to me for medicine."

Qiao Mo was taken aback, her face turning bright red, and she hurriedly explained, "No... no... we didn’t..."

"I get it, I get it, it’s just that kind of thing, don’t be shy, if you’re not feeling well, just tell Zhaoran." Yan Jiu interrupted with an expression of complete understanding.

Qin Zhaoran nodded and added fuel to the fire, "Yeah, I understand too."

Qiao Mo’s face was burning; they... they were unbelievable!

Qiao Mo instinctively looked at Fu Nancheng, hoping he would say something to clarify.

Fu Nancheng nodded, "Yeah, they all understand."

"You... you... we clearly didn’t..." Qiao Mo spoke through gritted teeth.

Yan Jiu raised an eyebrow, "Didn’t what?"

"Didn’t... didn’t do..."

"Oh~! Little Sister Qiao~! I say, such a young girl like you, why do you have your head full of such nonsense? I never said you did anything! This is straight-up confessing without pressure!" Yan Jiu said with a heartbroken look.

Qin Zhaoran nodded, "Hmm, maybe you need a different kind of medicine."

Qiao Mo was completely stunned, were they... were they not implying that just now?

Fu Nancheng slowly said from the side, "They’ve all ridden horses, so they all understand."

Ah...!

This is so embarrassing!

In an instant, Qiao Mo wished she could find a hole to crawl into, and she turned around and ran back to the bedroom...

How utterly humiliating!

She thought they mistook her and Fu Nancheng for having done something together, and that was why she was limping like this. Who would have thought they were talking about horseback riding!

Qiao Mo huddled in the bedroom, the door firmly shut, afraid to come out again.

Outside the door, however, the three men sat on the sofa and lit up cigarettes.

"I say, Third Brother, after all this time, you still haven’t gotten that little girl from the Qiao family?" Yan Jiu crossed his legs, looking somewhat disdainful.

Fu Nancheng glanced at him without responding.

"I say you’re spoiling her too much! If it were me, I’d say just take off the pants and get to it; what’s with all the consent talk! Sleep with her a hundred and eighty times and see if she still doesn’t behave!" Yan Jiu sneered, his eyes full of defiance.

Fu Nancheng tossed him a bottle of beer, "Worry about yourself."

Yan Jiu sighed long, "Who knows how much you owed her in a past life!"

Fu Nancheng said nothing, simply squinting as he took a drag from his cigarette.

Qin Zhaoran glanced in the direction of the bedroom and spoke again, "Nancheng, have you really thought it through?"

After a moment of silence, Fu Nancheng couldn’t help but think of how she looked last night.

She looked at him sleepily and softly asked, "Did you take the medicine?"

His expression softened a bit, he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and responded gently, "Yeah."

The room fell silent for a while, then a few minutes later, Qin Zhaoran said again, "If Aunt Qingrou finds out, she won’t let it go."

"I know."

Then, the men chatted idly for a while without returning to the topic.

After Qin Zhaoran checked his injury, he and Yan Jiu left together.

Fu Nancheng opened the bedroom door to find the woman sitting on the windowsill in a reddish-beige dress, gazing out at the sea. Her long, wavy hair fluttered in the wind, carrying a touch of melancholic yet stunning beauty like a painting.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked as he stepped forward.

Qiao Mo came back to reality, hastily jumped down from the windowsill, and asked, "Did they leave?"

"Yeah."

Qiao Mo pouted slightly in displeasure, complaining, "Why didn’t you remind me earlier? You were siding with them and got me into embarrassment."

Smiling slightly, he gently embraced her waist from behind and whispered in her ear, "I’ll side with you next time."