The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 35:

Yuan Jiaojiao slammed the cup down with a bang, clenched her fists, and glared fiercely. “You shameless, despicable idiot! How dare you drink from my cup? That was my first kiss! If I don’t beat you up today, you won’t understand why flowers are so red!”

“Hold on!” Qin Fei put down the medical book and looked at the furious Yuan Jiaojiao with a calm expression. “Even if I drank your tea, what does that have to do with your first kiss? Don’t frame me for nonsense—I’m a married man!”

“Aiya, I drank from that cup, and then you drank from it too. Isn’t that an indirect kiss? No need to argue, take this punch!” Yuan Jiaojiao, who had been into fitness and learned a bit of taekwondo, threw a punch at Qin Fei with perfect form.

Qin Fei sighed, shifted slightly, and his chair slid to the side effortlessly. Yuan Jiaojiao lost her target and stumbled, falling straight to the ground.

“Tsk tsk, Peppa Pig!” Qin Fei clicked his tongue and glanced at Yuan Jiaojiao’s upturned backside, noticing the cartoon pig pattern on her underwear.

“You pervert! I’m going to fight you!” Yuan Jiaojiao quickly got up, tugged at her nightdress to cover her underwear, and threw another punch at him.

Once again, Qin Fei’s chair slid out of the way, and Yuan Jiaojiao fell to the ground for the second time.

Qin Fei shrugged and grinned. “Be careful, don’t blame me if your airbags burst!”

Seeing as Yuan Jiaojiao had rather impressive curves, falling twice in a row made Qin Fei feel a little sorry for her. If they really burst, that would be quite a loss!

Flushed with embarrassment, Yuan Jiaojiao stomped her foot angrily. “Hmph! I may not be able to beat you, but someone else can. Just wait and see!”

With that, she stormed out of the room, planning to carry out her backup plan—using someone else to take revenge.

Qin Fei didn’t think much of it and instead mused to himself, “Brother Yifei, even though I took over your body, I’ve avenged you a bit. This girl must have bullied you a lot before.”

After flipping through a few more pages of the medical book, he started feeling drowsy and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes.

Meanwhile, Yuan Jiaojiao returned to her room and saw Yang Ruoxi in the shower. She sneakily grabbed a set of Yang Ruoxi’s underwear drying on the balcony, dripped a little milk meant for bedtime onto it, and then tiptoed back to the study. Seeing that Qin Fei was asleep, she placed the underwear behind the door and returned to her room.

A little later, Yuan Jiaojiao and Yang Ruoxi entered the study, both wrapped in outerwear over their nightdresses.

Hearing the sound, Qin Fei opened his eyes and sighed. “What now? Can’t sleep?”

Yang Ruoxi shot a helpless look at Yuan Jiaojiao. “She insisted on coming.”

“Sis, you don’t know how disgusting brother-in-law is. When I brought him tea earlier, he kept staring at my chest. And I discovered one of his dirty secrets!” Yuan Jiaojiao smirked slyly at Qin Fei, feeling quite pleased with herself.

She had long known that Yang Ruoxi and Qin Fei didn’t sleep in the same room. Yang Ruoxi often confided in her about how she felt about Qin Fei. Back then, she despised him.

Taking advantage of this, Yuan Jiaojiao had set up a trap by taking Yang Ruoxi’s underwear and planting it as “evidence,” hoping to catch Qin Fei in the act and let Yang Ruoxi handle him with her police skills.

However, when she glanced toward the door, the underwear was nowhere to be found.

Yang Ruoxi frowned and asked, “Jiaojiao, what exactly are you talking about?”

“Close the door, sis. His dirty little secret must be in this room. I saw him take your underwear from the balcony and do something dirty with it!” Yuan Jiaojiao exaggerated.

“That’s impossible! Yifei wouldn’t do that,” Yang Ruoxi said, furrowing her brows. She knew her cousin’s mischievous personality and suspected she might be up to her usual tricks.

“Sis, I saw it with my own eyes! Don’t be fooled by his innocent looks; he might just be pretending!” Yuan Jiaojiao quickly shut the door and started searching the room thoroughly, looking in every possible hiding spot.

Qin Fei leaned back with his arms crossed and waited until she was nearly done searching before speaking lazily. “I don’t think there’s anything suspicious about me, but Jiaojiao, I’m starting to wonder if something’s wrong with you. My wife is your cousin, and you’re stealing her underwear? Rabbits don’t eat the grass near their burrows, you know.”

“What do you mean?!” Yuan Jiaojiao’s eyes widened in anger.

“You tell me. Why did you steal your cousin’s underwear?” Qin Fei asked with a smirk.

Yang Ruoxi began to feel suspicious as well. Her underwear had indeed gone missing earlier, but she hadn’t given it much thought. Now, she couldn’t help but eye Yuan Jiaojiao suspiciously.

“Sis, he’s framing me! How could I have a problem with my preferences?” Yuan Jiaojiao stomped her foot in frustration.

“Then what’s that in your pocket?” Qin Fei pointed at her pajama pocket.

“It’s just my phone!” Yuan Jiaojiao quickly reached into her pocket, but the moment she touched the fabric inside, her face turned red. “There’s… there’s nothing!”

As a police officer, Yang Ruoxi immediately sensed something was off but decided not to expose her cousin in front of Qin Fei. “Alright, Jiaojiao, let’s go to bed.”

“Fine, maybe I was mistaken.” Yuan Jiaojiao pouted and followed Yang Ruoxi out.

In the hallway, Yang Ruoxi said seriously, “Jiaojiao, since when did you develop such preferences? Do you need to see a therapist?”

“Ugh… Sis, I… I want to die!” Yuan Jiaojiao was nearly in tears, feeling utterly humiliated. She had tried to frame Qin Fei but ended up making herself look suspicious instead. If this got out, it would be a huge joke.

“Heh, looks like this little troublemaker will behave for a while,” Qin Fei chuckled and closed his eyes again.

The next morning, Yuan Jiaojiao dragged Yang Ruoxi out to go shopping for clothes. Qin Fei enjoyed the peace and slept in until nine. After washing up, he took a taxi to Lingyu Pavilion.

This time, he had no trouble getting inside. After the misunderstanding from yesterday, Wang Hede had clearly instructed his people to treat Qin Fei with the utmost respect.

“Brother Qin, you’re up early,” Wang Hede greeted him warmly while practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard.

“It’s not early. Right now, it’s the hour of Si, associated with the fire element, which makes it the best time for alchemy,” Qin Fei replied, glancing at the sky.

“Great, the materials are ready. Let’s head to the alchemy room first, then enjoy a good drink later,” Wang Hede laughed and led Qin Fei into the underground chamber.