Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 295 A Difficult Struggle Between Family and Country (Part 2 of a Heartfelt Extra Chapter)

When He Yanshen, reeking of alcohol, was pressed against the wall in the corner of the garden, Xu Qing was completely dazed.

He didn't expect He Yanshen to do this so suddenly.

Drunk, He Yanshen, like a child, wrapped Xu Qing in his arms, just like a child hugging his favorite toy.

He didn't say anything, only softly calling Xu Qing's name again and again.

“Aqing.”

“Aqing.”

“Aqing…”

"..."

His slightly drunken tone was tinged with a sticky, watery grievance, which softened Xu Qing's initially angry heart.

The person who received no response seemed extremely aggrieved, pulling the other person closer into their arms and gently nuzzling their head against the neck, "Ah Qing."

Strands of hair brushed against the side of her neck, causing a ticklish sensation that made Xu Qing tilt her head involuntarily.

The person in front of him still tried to get closer.

Xu Qing raised one hand and pushed that face away, feeling utterly hopeless.

It looks more like a dog now.

He Yanshen felt even more aggrieved after being rejected. The alcohol made him a little confused, and the person in front of him was someone he had longed for for so long. He felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

The courage I had finally mustered shrank back again.

The dog reluctantly let go of the person, lowered its head, and seemed to say, "Sorry."

Xu Qing was unaware of the emotions of the person in front of him. Although the banquet was nearing its end, as the head of the Xu family, he still had to go out to take charge of the overall situation and see the guests off.

He wouldn't feel comfortable leaving a drunkard here.

Looking at the obedient person in front of him, he sighed and reached out to grab He Yanshen's sleeve. "Follow me and behave yourself so you don't say anything out of line."

He Yanshen looked at the hand holding him and felt dizzy. How could he refuse? He quickly nodded.

This was the first time Xu Qing had taken the initiative to get close to him.

*

After finally seeing all the guests off, he took a deep breath as he looked at He Yanshen, who was still following closely behind him.

Alright, there's a drunk too.

He picked up his coat from the back of the chair, put his arm around He Yanshen's shoulder, and walked out.

When He Yanshen sat in the passenger seat of Xu Qing's car, he tried his best to control his disordered breathing. During the time Xu Qing was seeing off the guests, he had already sobered up most of the time, but he didn't want to leave Xu Qing, so he pretended to be drunk.

Now we're in a bit of a dilemma.

He could only continue walking down this path.

When Xu Qing dropped He Yanshen off at his doorstep, she glanced at the man who looked like he was about to fall into a deep sleep and sighed.

They don't expect the drunkard to go home on his own.

He turned to the side, reached out, and groped around on He Yanshen's body, searching for the key to the front door.

When those hands touched, He Yanshen's breath caught in his throat.

At this moment, he really wished he were drunk.

At least I won't have to suffer here.

Fortunately, Xu Qing acted quickly and soon retrieved the key from his pocket.

Pretending to be unsteady on his feet, He leaned half his weight on Xu Qing, and gently inhaled the fragrance from her hair. He felt as if he were truly drunk.

Compared to the Xu family, He Yanshen's bedroom was indeed rather... simple.

Xu Qing groped to pull the person onto the bed, but was pulled down by the hands around her neck.

After all that fuss, Xu Qing suddenly became furious. "He Yanshen!"

He Yanshen's heart skipped a beat. He gritted his teeth and pressed the person down a little further.

A gentle breath, carrying the scent of red wine, landed on my neck, making my skin feel hot.

Even through several layers of clothing, He Yanshen could clearly feel every beat of Xu Qing's heart.

Xu Qing seemed somewhat annoyed and reached out to push He Yanshen away, but He Yanshen ignored her struggles and pressed her down a little further, revealing his pent-up desires.

"Xu Qing, I like you."

The hand that was pushing paused.

The dark and silent room fell into complete silence.

He Yanshen felt a trembling pain in his heart; he never expected that his first confession would end so abruptly.

But at the same time, I felt somewhat fortunate.

Fortunately, he is now a "drunkard".

Even if they met again the next day, he could make an excuse that he didn't remember anything.

Thinking this, He Yanshen loosened his grip, but Xu Qing did not get up immediately.

He Yanshen closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

After a long while, Xu Qing got up, but did not leave.

He turned on the bedside lamp, turned his head to look at the person who was pretending to be dead with his eyes closed, and said in a deep voice, "He Yanshen, are you serious?"

Hearing the solemn tone, He Yanshen's heart skipped a beat.

He chose to open his eyes rather than play dead.

Under the dim light, his eyes were clear and sharp as he looked directly at Xu Qing and said earnestly, "Qing, I like you, I love you, or to put it another way, I love you. It may sound cliché, but it is truly my feeling."

His sharp eyes held a hint of tension, but Xu Qing simply looked at him quietly without saying a word.

He Yanshen's hands, which were resting on the bed sheet, curled up involuntarily. He lowered his head, his voice low and deep, "If Aqing doesn't like it..."

"He Yanshen, when are you going to get rid of this habit of talking to yourself?"

What seemed like a dead end suddenly took a turn for the better, making He Yanshen's eyes light up.

It's unclear who made the first move.

By the time He Yanshen realized what was happening, they were already kissing passionately.

There is no warmth of red candles and curtains.

Even the conditions weren't the best.

But at such a time, encountering such a person, things escalated like a wildfire spreading uncontrollably.

***

Standing in front of No. 33 Taiping Lane again, Xu Qing couldn't quite describe her feelings.

Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, I was even hesitant to set foot there.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Qing inserted the slightly rusty key into the lock and gently turned it.

The house, which had been uninhabited for a long time, looked somewhat desolate, but it was clean and tidy.

It's obviously well-maintained.

Even the few not-so-precious flowers and plants in the small courtyard are thriving.

Xu Qing really had no idea what her older sister wanted her to see.

He couldn't figure out what she was trying to do either.

But he understood He Yanshen.

Important things should be kept in the bedroom.

Of all the rooms in the courtyard, the bedroom was the one he was most familiar with.

Xu Qing already had a vague guess in her mind. She walked quickly to the bedroom door, pushed it open, and stopped at the threshold when she saw the familiar layout.

They dared not go forward.

The dimly lit room in front of me was somewhat like Pandora's box; once opened, it could never be put back in.

At the same time, it tempts people to reach out to it.

He took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Xu Qing, like a lord, reminisced about inspecting his territory.

He was extremely familiar with every item in the room.

Slowly walking to the bedside, Xu Qing stared at the corner of the bed for a long time before finally reaching out and lifting the white dust-proof cloth. It was a hidden compartment.

As he held the not-too-heavy wooden box in his hand, He Yanshen's frivolous smile uncontrollably flashed into his mind again. He patted the slightly chipped wooden box and raised an eyebrow.

"Ah Qing, these are all my secrets. Do you want to see them?"

What did he say at the time?

"I have no interest in other people's secrets."

What seemed like a perfectly reasonable statement at the time now feels hurtful and disheartening.

The forlorn expression on that handsome face is still so vivid in my memory.

"Oh, okay."

But He Yanshen was someone who didn't know what melancholy was. He only felt down for a moment before he immediately smiled and said, "It's okay, Aqing can watch it whenever she wants."

Along with some rogue's words, a small key was slipped into his palm.

Xu Qing looked up and saw a person in front of him with a bright smile. He reached out to grab it, but it turned into starlight and scattered.

“He Yan… Shen.”

Memories I thought I had forgotten are now vividly clear in my mind, even the expressions on that face are clear.

He didn't know why the key, which had already been returned to He Yanshen, ended up in his older sister's hands, but he couldn't stand it anymore.

Even if this is Pandora's box, he is willing to fall into the abyss while fully conscious.

The small wooden box wasn't even full.

There was nothing of value there either.

It's just a photograph.

A note with writing on it.

A withered rose.

……

The unique, unrestrained handwriting made Xu Qing recognize it as his own at a glance.

Some of them he couldn't even remember, yet they were carefully kept away in a secluded place.

The love that had been building up hadn't expired, but years later it was laid bare before Xu Qing.

Silent love eventually becomes a sharp blade, piercing deep into the heart, twisted by an invisible hand, making even breathing painful.

But he knew that this was definitely not something He Yanshen wanted to leave him. Like an enraged beast, he lost interest in unraveling the mystery and tilted the box down.

The envelope at the very bottom came into view.

Upon seeing the person's deepest secret, Xu Qing felt a pang of weakness. Her trembling fingertips picked up the envelope, but she hesitated to open it.

Pandora's box has finally been opened.

And the person who opened Pandora's box will eventually suffer the consequences.

A broken melody, in the desolate courtyard, carries a sob, a lamentation.

There are no relatives or friends left in China.

Xu Qing dismissed the servants of the Xu family, and boarded the cruise ship with the wooden box and the old butler.

Like a drifting duckweed, it is eventually swept away by the wind and waves, leaving its homeland.