Chapter 25 - 23: Be Good! We’ll Talk at Home

Yun Ran: "..." Actually, now that you mention it, it does seem a bit like it? She sneaked a glance at the man beside her and saw him dressed in white, beautiful like a dream, not like a mortal. Even sitting in a wheelchair couldn’t hide his inherent nobility and indifferent elegance, his supreme charm. [Truly a rare beauty, a walking disaster! Always seducing people into wrongdoing!] Nangong Mo glanced sideways at Yun Ran, his thin lips curving into a smile that bewitched all, "My love, tell me, which of his legs should I break?" Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the man’s voice and tone were exceptionally sensual and captivating, especially the address ’my love’ which almost made Yun Ran’s legs give way. Fortunately, Nangong Mo reached out in time to support her. The man tilted his head slightly, whispering in her ear, "My love, are you missing me again? This is public, behave! When we’re home, I’ll let you hold me, hmm?" His warm breath lightly brushed against her neck as he spoke, causing Yun Ran to shiver, feeling as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole being going weak. [This shameless dog of a man! What nonsense is he spouting? Missing him? Missing what?] [My love? How come he never called her that before? It’s obviously deliberate! Love your dog’s head!] Yun Ran felt indignant, grabbed the man’s hand on her waist and pinched it hard, lowering her voice and grinding her teeth, "Who wants to hold you? Narcissist!" The man raised an eyebrow, his demeanor lazy and leisurely, "Haven’t there been many times when you’ve thrown yourself at me, holding on and refusing to let go?" Yun Ran: "..." [Keep talking, keep talking, see if I don’t turn into a ghost and choke you to death?!] Nangong Mo: "..." To others, their interactions clearly seemed like playful flirting between a loving couple, completely disregarding everyone else... Lady Zhen was the first to jump out, angrily roaring at Nangong Mo, "King Qin, is the Princely Heir of the Marquis Mansion someone you can kill at whim? If anything happens to my son, I will surely seek justice before His Majesty!" Lin Qianqiu followed closely and spoke kindly, "Your Highness, you’ve already disciplined him enough. The Princely Heir understands his mistake. Please be merciful this time!" Nangong Mo seemed to heed the advice, speaking blandly, "Feng Xuan, bring him over." "Yes! Master!" Soon, Zhen Fantong, drenched and dripping, was thrown at Nangong Mo’s feet, collapsing weakly like a heap of mud, his face showing the joy of surviving a disaster. Finally! He was still alive! That damned cripple Nangong Mo! He would not be a gentleman if he didn’t seek revenge! Later, he’d have his father find someone to kill him! First, destroy that face that attracts all the beauties, then break his limbs, cut his tendons, gouge his heart and eyes, sever his tongue! Finally, chop off his head to make a container! As for the remains, throw them to the wild dogs in the mountains! "Prince Zhen, are you sober now?" Zhen Fantong was indulging in his fantasies when he abruptly heard Nangong Mo’s calm yet frigid voice, instinctively shivering, "Re-replying to Prince Qin, I am awake now, it was my momentary lapse in judgment and improper speech, please don’t hold a grudge against a small person like me!" "Ha!" Nangong Mo’s thin lips curved into a scornful smile, "You intended to harm my consort first, then slander her reputation, thinking you can escape unscathed with just a claim of confusion? Is there such good fortune?" Upon hearing this, Zhen Fantong was momentarily stunned, followed by a surge of tension, stammering nervously, "Ki-King Qin, what... what do you propose?"