Chapter 53: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (53)
Li Qiulan’s room was right next to Shen Tangqing’s.
On the third floor, out of the elevator, the first and second rooms on the left.
Shen Tangqing couldn’t help yawning again. He didn’t know why, but he felt his drowsiness deepening.
Even his eyelids were so heavy he could barely lift them.
“Qiuqiu, goodnight.” His voice was wrapped in heavy exhaustion, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.
Li Qiulan sat in his wheelchair. When he raised his eyes, the corners of his eyes glinted with a cold light, yet it also seemed separated by a layer of mist.
After two seconds, he pulled out a warm and soft smile. In the quiet night, his voice was very light.
“Brother looks so sleepy. Go in and sleep quickly!”
Shen Tangqing nodded. “It must be because the hot spring and spa today were too comfortable. I’m going to sleep.”
After speaking, he waved at Li Qiulan.
Li Qiulan looked at Shen Tangqing with eyes full of deep meaning, the tail end of his voice carrying an indescribable stickiness. “Wishing Brother… sweet dreams…”
It wasn’t until Shen Tangqing’s door closed with a “click” that Li Qiulan moved from his spot.
The corridor light cut diagonally across Li Qiulan.
Half in the light.
Half in the dark.
Even the profile of his face revealed a sense of fragmentation.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes casting fragmented shadows beneath his eyes, covering the dark colors churning at the bottom of his gaze.
After a long time,
He looked up and swept his gaze over that tightly closed door. A smile of inevitable conquest hooked the corner of his lips, fleeing in a flash.
Deep in the night.
In the empty corridor, the soft sound of wheelchair wheels crushing over the floor suddenly rang out.
The sound wasn’t loud.
But in the dead silent night, it rippled with traces of low echoes, approaching Shen Tangqing’s door step by step.
Creak—
Shen Tangqing’s door was gently pushed open.
The corridor light leaked in, dragging a long, thin streak of brightness into the pitch-black room.
Li Qiulan stopped at the doorway.
The shadow of the wheelchair merged with the darkness inside the room.
His gaze fell heavily into the room.
As if he could see through this thick blackness, looking straight at the person on the bed who had already entered deep sleep.
Like spreading vines,
Tightly winding around him.
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(The following is a Werewolf game mini-plot, feel free to imagine and speculate.)
Li Qiulan’s identity tonight is: The Witch!
Five hundred words omitted here.
…
Dawn has broken~ Awoooo~
…
Shen Tangqing felt that this sleep wasn’t quite restful.
It was like being trapped in a kaleidoscopic dream.
But he couldn’t remember the content of the dream.
He sat up from the bed and rubbed his heavy temples. Then, he took the phone from the side and glanced at the time.
It was almost ten o’clock.
Li Qiulan had sent him a WeChat message half an hour ago, asking him to let him know when he woke up so they could go down for breakfast together.
After casually replying to his WeChat, Shen Tangqing tossed the phone aside.
He got out of bed, and just as he finished changing clothes, there was a knock on the door.
Opening the door, Li Qiulan sat in his wheelchair, looking at him with a beaming smile. “Good morning, Brother.”
“Morning. Wait a moment for me; I haven’t washed up yet.”
“En, no rush,” he responded with a smile, but his gaze followed Shen Tangqing’s back, sweeping across the room.
Shen Tangqing entered the bathroom, and the sound of water soon spilled out.
Li Qiulan controlled the wheelchair and stopped by the bed.
His gaze fell on the messy bed.
The crumpled duvet.
The pillow pressed with shallow indentations…
On there, were traces of himself…
…
The smile at the corner of his lips slowly sank. Not disappearing, but sinking into the bottom of his eyes as if soaked in water.
The originally feigned soft look seemed covered by a layer of fog. Hidden in the fog was a dark light, falling obsessively on the wrinkles of the bedsheets.
His fingertips gently scraped against the wheelchair armrest.
After a few seconds, an extremely light, muffled laugh overflowed from his throat.
The laughter carried a hint of secretive, damp pleasure.
…
When Shen Tangqing came out of the bathroom,
He saw Li Qiulan staring out the window in a daze.
“Waited a long time, right?”
He casually brushed the broken hair on his forehead to the side. “Let’s go, let’s go down to eat.”
Li Qiulan turned around. The dark shadow in his eyes instantly faded cleanly, leaving only a gentle smile.
“Did Brother sleep well last night?”
Shen Tangqing picked up his phone from the pillow and naturally stepped forward to help push Li Qiulan’s wheelchair. “I feel like I had a really long dream, but I can’t remember what I dreamed about.”
Li Qiulan’s eyes drooped, his eyelashes blocking the darkness in his eyes. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the plain ring on his index finger. “Is that so? Was it a good dream… or a nightmare?”
Shen Tangqing frowned. “Forgot. But I just feel my body is a bit sore.”
Li Qiulan suddenly chuckled lightly, turning his head to look up at Shen Tangqing. “Then how about going for another hot spring soak after we eat later?”
“Sure!” Shen Tangqing agreed without hesitation. The soak last night was truly too comfortable.
Li Qiulan withdrew his gaze and straightened his body, his expression hiding an imperceptible excitement.
He really wanted to…
See his masterpiece!
…
Breakfast was eaten late, so the two also had lunch late.
By the time they finished lunch, it was almost three o’clock.
There was class tomorrow, so he didn’t stay much longer.
When Li Qiulan’s driver dropped Shen Tangqing home, it was almost six o’clock.
After saying goodbye to Li Qiulan,
Before Shen Tangqing even reached his home, he received an unexpected phone call.
It was from Shen Huayan.
Hesitating for a second, Shen Tangqing answered the phone.
“Hello, Mom.”
Shen Huayan’s voice came through the receiver, crisp and direct as always. “My flight is tonight. Come back to the old mansion for dinner tomorrow night.”
It wasn’t a discussion; it was a notification.
Shen Tangqing: “…”
“Okay, Mom.” Shen Tangqing naturally wouldn’t refuse Shen Huayan’s request.
“En.” Shen Huayan hung up the phone.
Shen Tangqing looked bewildered!
Is this really my biological mother?
The next day, Shen Tangqing returned to the Jiang residence right on time.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jiang Qingyan sitting on the sofa.
He was wearing a stiff white collared shirt with sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms.
Over it was an exquisite black vest. The metal straps at the arms glinted coldly, becoming the finishing touch of exquisite detail.
On his lower body were black dress pants with excellent drape, fitting his leg shape without being tight, making his figure look upright and slender.
His whole person exuded the rigorous restraint of formal wear, yet hid a few degrees of ascetic laziness, like an elegant gentleman walking out of an old movie.
Shen Tangqing froze for a moment.
Did this guy dress so handsomely today to go on a blind date?
Seeing Shen Tangqing’s gaze land on him, Jiang Qingyan silently straightened his back even more.
He hadn’t seen Shen Tangqing for almost a month.
Knowing Shen Tangqing was coming back today, he hesitated again and again, but finally couldn’t resist pushing off work early to come home.
“Brother Yan.”
Shen Tangqing walked into the living room and took the initiative to greet Jiang Qingyan.
Jiang Qingyan kept a cold face, lifting his eyelids to glance at him. After a few seconds of silence, he squeezed out an “En” from his throat.
His voice was as cold as his expression.
Shen Tangqing forced a dry smile at the corner of his mouth. “Brother Yan, you’re busy; I’ll go back to my room first.”
He knew Jiang Qingyan hated him, so he tried his best not to appear in front of him.
Jiang Qingyan’s gaze fell on Shen Tangqing, feeling a sense of fragmentation in his entire being.
During these days, whenever he was alone, he would always inadvertently think of Shen Tangqing.
Sometimes he would even miss the warm tactile sensation in his arms when he carried Shen Tangqing back to his room that night.
He should hate…
No, he should loathe Shen Tangqing.
This uncontrollable feeling, this loss of control, was like a fine thorn stuck in his heart, making him inexplicably irritable and upset.
The expression on his face became even colder.
Even the surrounding air seemed to drop in temperature.
Shen Tangqing looked at his suddenly gloomy face and felt a moment of confusion.
What’s wrong with the Eldest Young Master now?
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