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The Ice King's Little Trouble Maker

Chapter 107 - 103 My Husband Has a Bad Temper

Author: Floral Dawn Full Moon
updatedAt: 2025-09-24

CHAPTER 107: CHAPTER 103 MY HUSBAND HAS A BAD TEMPER

At night, the night scene of the Gu Mansion is beautiful.

Qiao Yuxian didn’t take a car, she brought Shang Chen and Su Qi, accompanied by the autumn breeze, to admire the night scene of the Gu Mansion.

As they passed by a lotus pond, Qiao Yuxian stopped: "Is this place the only way to get to Qingyue Building?"

"Yes," Su Qi replied, "you have to pass through here whether by car or on foot."

Qiao Yuxian nodded, looked at the small night lights around the lotus pond, and walked a bit further inside: "Let’s wait for Gu Yanjing here for a while."

Shang Chen said nothing.

Su Qi said, "Alright."

Qiao Yuxian reached out to touch the lotus seed and asked Shang Chen: "Shang Chen, does the pond in the backyard of Fenglin Villa cultivate lotus flowers? I’ll leave it to you to manage, to save you from boredom."

Shang Chen glanced at her, feeling suffocated and said nothing.

Mr. Gu had assigned him to her, and she left him at home, bored to the extent of raising flowers.

She still had the nerve to bring it up.

It really pissed him off.

Not hearing his response, Qiao Yuxian turned to glance at him and saw that he was sulking. She exchanged a look with Su Qi, and both of them smiled at each other.

Beside the lotus pond was a road running north-south, a necessary path to Qingyue Residence. Qiao Yuxian and her companions walked further inside to avoid too much interaction with passersby.

She chatted casually with Su Qi, while Shang Chen was responsible for watching out for Gu Yanjing’s arrival.

After chatting for a while, Qiao Yuxian suddenly heard footsteps coming from another direction.

Su Qi’s first instinct upon hearing the sound was to stand in front of Qiao Yuxian, but then he realized the approaching person was Gu Yicheng, so he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

This second young master of the Gu Family... Su Qi couldn’t really judge, but he certainly didn’t have the guts to directly lay hands on someone.

Qiao Yuxian watched Gu Yicheng approach, and as those eyes looked at her, the closer they got, the more they were filled with surprise.

"Qiao Yuxian? What are you doing here?" Gu Yicheng exclaimed in surprise after getting close enough to see her face clearly, "Am I dreaming?"

Qiao Yuxian looked at him without speaking.

Shang Chen cast a dark look at him, then turned back to continue watching for Gu Yanjing.

Su Qi slightly raised his eyebrows, perceiving something amiss.

Gu Yicheng’s eyes were fixated on Qiao Yuxian, staring at her extremely beautiful face: "Did Grandpa invite you?"

Today it’s all Gu Family members, no outsiders, unless the Old Sir Gu specially invited someone...

"I didn’t expect we had such a fate," Gu Yicheng said with a smile, "Going to Qingyue Building? Want to go together? Or take a stroll around the Gu Mansion, I can show you."

"Young Master Gu, I’m married, and you also have a fiancée," Qiao Yuxian reminded him.

Gu Yicheng’s face froze for a moment, then he smiled again: "We’re just taking a stroll, openly and honestly. It’s not like we’re doing anything shady. Or are you nervous, or do you think I have special feelings for you?"

Qiao Yuxian took a deep breath, about to say something but stopping, finally forcing out a stiff smile.

This smile was very much like the calm before she cracked Gu Yicheng’s head open.

Su Qi watched the scene silently.

He and Shang Chen, both men, couldn’t be too close to Qiao Yuxian, even if they were following her. But as protectors, they also couldn’t be too far away.

Just over two meters behind, yet Gu Yicheng didn’t see them.

Whether it was due to the darkness, their quietness, or that he was too excited to notice anything except Qiao Yuxian, wasn’t clear.

Or perhaps for some other reason inherent to him.

He focused on Qiao Yuxian, seeing she didn’t respond, he smiled again: "They say people who have thoughts often feel guilty, don’t tell me Yu Xian has feelings for me?"

As he spoke, he curled his lips, raising his eyebrows and taking a step forward.

Qiao Yuxian’s heart suddenly iced over, her blood boiling, forgetting all about Old Sir Gu’s birthday banquet, not even mindful of the approaching footsteps behind her.

Her mind was full of not letting him off today to show him what a punch to call ’father’ truly feels like, she would be failing her ancestors otherwise.

Clenching her fist, just about to act, when suddenly a voice sounded behind her: "Who has feelings for you?"

A voice as cold as ice.

Qiao Yuxian was stunned, slightly calming her emotions.

She turned to see Gu Yanjing walking out from the darkness, standing beside her, staring at Gu Yicheng.

Gu Yicheng’s smile disappeared instantly, replaced by a deep, bottomless fear climbing up from the depths of his soul, like being frozen, his whole body stiff and cold, tongue-tied, voice trembling: "Brother, brother."

Gu Yanjing’s gaze fell on him, as sharp as a blade, slicing him with each cut: "Just now, who did you say had feelings for you?"

"No, no one," Gu Yicheng reflexively denied.

He was terrified of Gu Yanjing, meeting him was like meeting the living Yama.

"It’s Grandpa’s birthday, and you’re out here unseen for half the day, what were you doing?" Gu Yanjing asked.

"Nothing, nothing much," Gu Yicheng said with his head down, "It was too stuffy, just came out for a stroll."

Gu Yanjing looked at him and after a pause said: "You’re engaged already, behave yourself."

"Yes. Got it." Gu Yicheng replied.

Qiao Yuxian saw him trembling with fear, feeling quite satisfied.

Gu Yanjing held Qiao Yuxian’s hand, rubbing it in his hand.

Gu Yicheng lowered his head and happened to see their hands entwined. His pupils dilated, suddenly looking up at Qiao Yuxian.

Qiao Yuxian smiled at him, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. It looked more like a smile sending him to his death.

His eyes trembled violently.

Gu Yanjing said, "Next time we meet, remember to call her sister-in-law."

Qiao Yuxian raised an eyebrow.

Today, Gu Yanjing really afforded her face and status.

If she had a tail, she would certainly want to wag it skyward.

Gu Yicheng looked at Gu Yanjing in shock, and at the instant their eyes met, his heart seemed to stop, then he hurriedly lowered his gaze.

His mind was filled with the fact that his brother’s wife was actually Qiao Yuxian?!

"After the birthday banquet, go to the ancestral hall and kneel for two hours," Gu Yanjing said.

Gu Yicheng dared not object at all, immediately responding: "Yes."

"See, last time when you insisted on taking me home, I said..." Qiao Yuxian suddenly spoke, her voice soft and gentle, with a touch of innocence: "My husband has a bad temper, but you didn’t believe me."

Gu Yicheng’s heart sank.

Su Qi behind them lowered his head, laughing silently.

Gu Yanjing turned his head to look at Qiao Yuxian. In his mind, only four words from her statement remained.

"Last time" and "husband."

Noticing his gaze on her, Qiao Yuxian looked up, giving him a well-behaved smile, her face full of innocent purity.

Gu Yanjing’s eyelashes fluttered, he looked at Gu Yicheng and said coldly: "Kneel for five hours."

Gu Yicheng’s figure swayed, his knees beginning to ache, he agreed: "Yes."

Gu Yanjing glanced at him again, said nothing further, and left with Qiao Yuxian.

A few steps out, Qiao Yuxian looked back at Gu Yicheng, who stood frozen on the spot, as if soulless, and shook her head.

"Still looking." Gu Yanjing pushed her little head, turning her around.

Qiao Yuxian chuckled, "Never seen anyone scared like that before, just curious."

"Seen him a few times?" Gu Yanjing asked.

"Including today... about three times, I guess."

Gu Yanjing’s expression turned somewhat grim.

Qiao Yuxian pulled at his fingers, kicking small stones on the road, saying: "Your second uncle and aunt are smart people, how does he look so foolish."

Gu Yanjing pursed his lips, saying nothing.

Qiao Yuxian didn’t ask further, focusing on kicking stones.

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