Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character's Revenge

Chapter 205 The Vicious Young Lady of a Noble Family (41 pages)

"What do you mean by 'feeling fond of someone'?" Qi Ning said reproachfully. "I only met Young Master Fang for the first time today, how can I talk about feeling fond of someone? Didn't you ask me to tell you how I feel about him? I was just telling the truth."

"is it?"

"of course."

Hearing Qi Ning's denial, Qi Jingyu breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not completely relaxed.

It seems that Qi Ning has a pretty good impression of Fang Hewen.

But she didn't know that people are very complex, and sometimes what you see on the surface is not necessarily the truth. It's still uncertain what kind of person Fang Hewen really is.

Qi Jingyu didn't say anything more. He closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage wall, looking somewhat tired.

Qi Ning glanced at him and remained silent.

The carriage slowly made its way to the Marquis's residence.

However, it wasn't too late yet, and the streets were busiest at that time.

Suddenly, someone crossed the street, startling the horse and causing it to stop for a moment, and a jolt was felt inside the carriage.

Qi Ning swayed unsteadily before Qi Jingyu pulled her into his arms.

He hugged her, one hand on her back and the other around her shoulder, his chin resting on the top of her head.

Qi Ning was slightly taken aback, unsure whether Qi Jingyu's action was intentional or a subconscious reaction stemming from his previous fall off the cliff.

She glanced up at him, but could only see his prominent Adam's apple.

"Second brother..."

She called his name.

Qi Jingyu did not respond, nor did he loosen his grip on her.

Xiuzhu seemed to say something outside, and soon the carriage returned to a smooth and normal state.

"Second brother, that's enough, you can let me go now."

Qi Ning reached out and pushed him, but Qi Jingyu still didn't let go.

"Who is your brother?" His slightly muffled voice rang out above Qi Ning's head.

Qi Ning paused for a moment, then replied, "You are my second brother."

"I'm not," Qi Jingyu denied.

Qi Ning chuckled softly: "If you're not my second brother, then who are you?"

Qi Jingyu did not answer.

Qi Ning said again, "Second brother, are you drunk? You haven't been acting right all night, and now you're starting to talk nonsense."

"Hmm," Qi Jingyu responded, "I do feel a little dizzy. Let me lean against something for a while."

Taking advantage of the situation, he simply held onto Qi Ning with a straight face and wouldn't let go, as if he were really drunk and acting like a rogue.

Qi Ning seemed to think he was really drunk and dizzy, so she obediently snuggled into his arms and let him hold her.

The more obedient she was, the more Qi Jingyu secretly despised himself for taking liberties with her in this way.

Actually, they didn't hug for long, because the carriage soon arrived at the entrance of the Marquis's mansion.

"Second Young Master, Second Miss, we have arrived."

Just before Xiuzhu lifted the carriage curtain, Qi Jingyu released Qi Ning in time.

He got off the carriage first, then turned around and stretched out his hand to Qi Ning: "Give me your hand."

Qi Ning paused for a moment, then placed her hand in his palm.

Qi Jingyu held her hand, helped her down from the carriage, and personally escorted her back to her courtyard.

When he arrived at the entrance of Qiyun Pavilion, Qi Jingyu stopped.

"Go inside," he said to Qi Ning.

Qi Ning nodded, but did not go in immediately. Instead, she instructed Xiu Zhu, who was following behind Qi Jingyu, "Xiu Zhu, Second Brother is drunk. Remember to go to the kitchen later and get him a bowl of hangover soup so he can drink it and go to sleep."

Xiuzhu glanced at Qi Jingyu, whose eyes were clear, and thought that his young master didn't seem drunk. He replied with some doubt, "Yes, this servant will go in a bit."

Qi Jingyu smiled slightly and reached out to put the hood of Qi Ning's cloak on her.

The cloak, with its fluffy trim, concealed Qi Ning's delicate hair and jewelry, revealing only her slightly childlike, clean-cut face.

Qi Jingyu stared at her for a moment, then said, "Go inside quickly."

"it is good."

Qi Ning responded and led Dongyue into the courtyard.

Qi Jingyu watched her figure disappear before turning and leaving.

Early the next morning.

When I paid my respects to the old lady at Fushou Hall, she asked about Qi Ning.

"Ning'er, your mother said that last night when you went to Zuixianlou, you happened to run into the wife and son of the Minister of Revenue?"

Qi Jingyu sat expressionlessly to the side, sneering inwardly. What "chance encounter"? Wasn't it all pre-arranged?

Qi Ning nodded slightly: "Grandmother, it is true."

"I heard you went to see the lanterns with Young Master Fang. What do you think of him?"

Qi Ning lowered her eyes and stammered, "He..."

“Grandmother,” Qi Jingyu suddenly spoke, interrupting Qi Ning.

"Last night I accompanied Ning'er and Young Master Fang to admire the lanterns. The streets were crowded and noisy, and it was hard to hear what was being said. In fact, we didn't stay long before we parted ways with Young Master Fang."

"That's it..."

The old lady was slightly disappointed upon hearing this.

She thought Qi Jingyu meant that their meeting last night hadn't gone very well.

“That’s right,” Qi Jingyu said casually. “Besides, Ning’er is still young, there’s no need to rush to marry her off, is there?”

Upon hearing Qi Jingyu's words, the old lady immediately said, "Of course I don't want to rush to marry Ning'er off. I just wanted to find her a husband in advance so that I could make preparations."

Qi Congming and Zeng Wanqing, fearing that Qi Ning might misunderstand, quickly echoed and explained.

“Ning’er, your father naturally hopes to keep you for a few more years and doesn’t want you to get married so early.”

"Ning'er, don't overthink it. It's just a matter of letting you meet the potential partners first. If you don't like them, there's no need to force yourself."

Qi Ning shook her head: "Grandmother, Father, Mother, don't worry, I understand."

The old lady and Qi Congming were finally relieved.

They were afraid that Qi Ning would misunderstand, so they didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Zeng Wanqing thought that her arrangements on the Lantern Festival were inappropriate, as there were too many people admiring the lanterns and it was not convenient for them to get along. She was thinking that she could find a quieter place later so that they could meet again.

Strangely, since the night of the Lantern Festival, the Ministry of Rites and Fang Hewen's side have inexplicably fallen silent, as if they have no intention of continuing to investigate.

Zeng Wanqing was completely baffled and told the old lady about it.

The old lady waved her hand and said, "Alright, whatever the reason, we must be more reserved. Ning'er doesn't need to seem so eager."

"Besides, what Jingyu said last time made sense. Ning'er is still young, so there's no need to rush her. She lost her mother at a young age, so she's more thoughtful than other girls. If we rush her, she might think we're in a hurry to marry her off."

Zeng Wanqing nodded repeatedly: "That's what my daughter-in-law thinks too."

The old lady said again, "Let's put this matter aside for now. After a while, you can arrange other candidates for Ning'er to meet. Isn't there the heir of the Duke of Cheng's mansion?"

"Yes," Zeng Wanqing replied. "Your daughter-in-law understands."

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