Peerless Beauty – Chapter 95

Floor-to-ceiling window

Don’t do this here…

Ice-cold lips pressed over, her body was tightly embraced, and Lu Yinxi subconsciously closed her eyes.

The person beside her murmured in a low voice: “I did not do anything bad…”

Warm breath exhaled by her ear, Lu Yinxi hesitated for a moment, shed her fear, stretched out her hand, and returned Jian Qing’s embrace.

It was not the expected criticism and cold eyes, but an explanation and a hug.

They embraced neck-to-neck, their bodies tightly pressed together.

No one spoke, quietly feeling each other’s body temperature and heartbeat.

After a long time, Lu Yinxi broke the silence and softly asked Jian Qing, “Who is Lan Bin?”

Jian Qing released the embrace, looked at her brow, gently rubbed the tear mole at the corner of her eye, and chose not to hide anything, honestly telling her, “Lan Zhou’s biological father, admitted to the hospital because of colon cancer.”

Lu Yinxi pondered for a moment and roughly guessed, “Why are you investigating his relationship with Lan Zhou… he has an old grudge with you, doesn’t he?”

Jian Qing nodded, “He is part of the gang with the person who trafficked my sister back then.”

Lu Yinxi gripped the corner of Jian Qing’s clothing: “Is he still alive?”

She vaguely remembered that in the original work, the first person Jian Qing acted against was a patient.

“Dead.” Jian Qing brushed aside the fine strands of hair by her temple with a somewhat light tone, “Late stage, metastasized all over the body, couldn’t be saved.”

Those people died too easily, not by her hand.

It’s really a pity.

But she promised Lu Yinxi that from now on, she wouldn’t do bad things.

Lu Yinxi looked at Jian Qing, her lips moved as if she wanted to speak but stopped, her expression complex.

Jian Qing saw her expression, and with sadness in her heart, reached out to pinch her chin: “What are you worrying about?”

The cold touch sent a shiver up her spine, and Lu Yinxi turned her face away, breaking free.

“Do you want to ask if I did anything?” Jian Qing turned her face back, forcing her to look at her, lightly touched her lips, as if asking, “Why do you always think of me as so bad…”

Her tone was still gentle, but her eyes grew increasingly cold.

Lu Yinxi raised her hand to cover the back of her hand, holding it tightly, lowering her eyes, and silently pondering.

Jian Qing quieted down, lowered her head to look at her, counting her eyelashes, as if waiting for her judgment.

“Were you recently worrying about this matter?” Lu Yinxi connected the past and future causes.

Jian Qing made a sound of acknowledgment.

She researched many materials and understood many ways to catalyze death. Later, she realized that hastening death was a kind of relief for Lan Bin.

Keeping him alive, giving him a slight hope, and making him die with eyes open was the best method of revenge.

Lu Yinxi suddenly extended her hand, wrapping her arms around Jian Qing’s waist.

As if wanting to give her a belated hug.

“When you tell me, your heart might feel better. In the future, when encountering matters, don’t endure alone. Try sharing with me.” She gently comforted Jian Qing.

The coldness in Jian Qing’s eyes gradually melted away as she returned Lu Yinxi’s hug, gently patting her shoulder without speaking.

Lu Yinxi keenly asked, “What did you do to Lan Bin?”

With Jian Qing’s character, knowing her enemy was close at hand, she wouldn’t let it go easily.

Jian Qing calmly said, “Nothing, I just told him he has a daughter, and that I would bring his daughter to see him. He held on with one breath, waiting until today to pass away… Yinxi, this isn’t illegal…”

She specifically added in her defense.

Lu Yinxi lightly sighed, “I never saw you as someone who repays evil with good. What about Lan Zhou? What do you plan to do to Lan Zhou next? Do you want to take revenge on her too?”

Jian Qing did not answer this.

Her next plan is indeed to take revenge on Lan Zhou.

Lu Yinxi pushed Jian Qing away, “You’re not speaking, is that a silent yes?”

Jian Qing lifted her eyelids to look at her, remaining silent and not speaking, her gaze gradually becoming somewhat gloomy.

Lu Yinxi softly advised, “Lan Zhou is fundamentally unaware. Her nature isn’t bad, and she was also abandoned by her family. Her family’s sins don’t need to be avenged on her. Just because of a relationship, do you want to take revenge on her?”

Jian Qing finally spoke, her expression gloomy, her eyes like they were covered with a thin layer of ice, meaningfully saying, “Why do you always side with her? Last time too, you spoke well of her in front of me. You’re very special to her.”

I don’t want you to bear a grudge against each other!

Lu Yinxi hurriedly opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but Jian Qing suddenly leaned in, sealing her lips with a kiss, blocking her words.

Her words were blocked by a rough kiss on the lips, and Lu Yinxi wanted to break free. As her hand just raised, it was forcefully restrained by Jian Qing at the wrist. From the wrist upward, five fingers forcibly squeezed into her fingers, forcing her ten fingers to interlock, pressing tightly against the glass.

Pressed somewhat painfully, Lu Yinxi struggled and bit Jian Qing’s lip hard.

Feeling the pain in her lip, Jian Qing closed her eyes, concealing the emotions within, still not letting go, pressing tightly against her, kissing her without pity.

Being treated so roughly, Lu Yinxi’s nose tingled, and she couldn’t help but tear up.

Jian Qing sensitively perceived her emotions, suddenly stopped kissing, opened her eyes, looked at her slightly red eyes, slowly lifted her head, and helplessly dropped a gentle kiss on her brow, then hugged her tightly into her embrace, saying nothing, looking out the window, murmuring an explanation: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I won’t hurt you…”

Outside the window, the sun set in the west, evening fell, and the clouds glowed dimly.

The sunset glow shone over them, casting a layer of soft light.

Lu Yinxi leaned in Jian Qing’s embrace, her red lips slightly parted, gently panting.

She discovered that Jian Qing was very afraid of her crying.

And crying scenes are a basic skill for an actor.

She can easily make her eyes red, then watch Jian Qing’s expression turn subtle, helplessly wanting to comfort her, yet not knowing where to start.

Jian Qing held her, kissed her hair, and murmured, “Yinxi, am I more important, or is she?”

Lu Yinxi didn’t understand why she would ask this, but still seriously answered, “Of course it’s you.”

In this world, in her heart, there was never anyone else, only Jian Qing.

Jian Qing was silent for a moment, then tentatively asked, “If I want her dead, would you help me or help her?”

Lu Yinxi was frightened by Jian Qing’s casually spoken words.

Astonished for a good half minute, she forced herself to calm down and gave a response.

She didn’t dare to casually speak again, afraid of accidentally piercing Jian Qing’s sensitive, delicate nerves, forcing her to make some action again.

“Speak,” Jian Qing said, putting her hand under her clothing hem, her palm touching the slippery warmth.

The cold touch struck, her fingertips seeming to carry an electric current, and a layer of heat climbed up Lu Yinxi’s face: “You… you don’t do this here…”

The floor-to-ceiling window was transparent and clean, allowing a clear view of the outside world.

“People outside can’t see inside, don’t be afraid,” Jian Qing’s warm voice soothed her as kisses and words simultaneously fell to her ear, fingertips teasing, unbuttoning the buttons one by one. “Help me, or help her?”

“This kind of hypothetical question… I, I won’t answer…” Lu Yinxi’s breath gradually became disordered, her back pressed against the cold glass window.

Jian Qing made her turn around.

She leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, lifted her eyes to look outside, gazing up at the sky dome where clouds steamed and the sky was rosy, the sunset’s golden waves shattered; she looked down at the building’s bottom, bustling with people like ants.

The sunset flowed into the room, illuminating her skin with a honey color.

Jian Qing embraced Lu Yinxi from behind, and in a low voice threatened her, “In the future, mention her less, I don’t like her.”

The light was somewhat dazzling, and Lu Yinxi half-squinted her eyes, bit her lower lip, and lightly laughed, saying, “So… you were jealous of her before…”

Secretly jealous.

And she had never noticed this trace of jealousy.

Having her thoughts exposed, Jian Qing’s face remained unchanged, her lips moved from the shoulder upward, brushing past the neck, turning Lu Yinxi’s chin, kissing her to block her words.

Lu Yinxi couldn’t laugh anymore.

She glanced outside the window again .

The day gradually sank westward, the afterglow weak, lips red and warm, gradually hearing her voice tremble. Clouds gathered as dusk rolled in, the sun departed and the moon arrived, amidst the chaotic flowers, water murmured deeply.

After coming out from the bathroom, having finished her bath, Lu Yinxi’s cheeks were still rosy.

She draped herself in a robe, bent over to pick up the paper documents on the ground, and sighed, “Doctor Jian, don’t let hatred blind your mind.”

Jian Qing didn’t respond, cleaning the traces from the sofa and floor.

She removed all the sofa covers, intending to throw them into the washing machine.

Lu Yinxi also silently picked up the shirt covering the stuffed toy, preparing to wash it.

The stuffed toy had a pair of cute eyes, and she sometimes felt too embarrassed, taking the shirt to cover its eyes.

Jian Qing threw the sofa covers into the washing machine, while Lu Yinxi held a basin, put on gloves, and hand-washed the underwear.

“Isn’t our life good? Plain and steady, safe and secure. Or don’t you like it?”

“I don’t dislike it.” Jian Qing walked to her side, “I’ll help you.”

Lu Yinxi, red-faced, pushed away: “It’s my own, I don’t want your help.” She pointed at their shirts and outerwear, “You can wash those.”

Jian Qing obediently went to wash their outerwear.

Lu Yinxi continued muttering: “Do you know, washing clothes, cooking, shopping at the supermarket, going to work, falling in love, occasionally bickering… living a steady life together, such an ordinary life, I couldn’t ask for more. Even if it’s just a dream, such a dream, I still think it’s very beautiful…”

Jian Qing quietly listened, not speaking a word.

Her body was exhausted from being tossed around, so after eating dinner and digesting, Lu Yinxi went to bed early to rest.

While she was sound asleep, Jian Qing took her phone, picked up the identification report, packed it in a document bag, and drove out.

At night, a hazy fine rain began to fall.

Rainwater hit the car window glass, gradually blurring the vision.

Jian Qing turned on the wipers, driving on the road.

On Lu Yinxi’s phone screen, a message from Lan Zhou popped up:

【Xiaolu, I’ve arrived, when are you coming?】

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LP: What are ya gonna do, Xiaoqing?!

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