‘I… I…’
Qin Junyue knelt on the ground, looking up at Song Ning.
Moonlight fell on her face, illuminating her striking features clearly.
She watched Song Ning’s expression, half-disgusted and gritting his teeth, and her heart started to race.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Song Ning asked through gritted teeth, pushing her shoulder in frustration.
“Are you even human? How could you do something like this?!”
He had high expectations for Qin Junyue.
A martial arts prodigy with close ties to both the Qi and Song families, humble and polite, and without any faction backing—she was destined to be useful in the future.
Song Ning treated her as someone trustworthy, entrusting her with many tasks, never doubting her.
But no matter how hard he racked his brain, he never imagined she’d do something like this on his wedding night.
What baffled him even more was how she managed it! What was Qi Chuyao doing that night?
Her own home was stolen right under her nose!
If this ever got out, his mother-in-law would personally come to kill her.
Song Ning pushed Qin Junyue’s shoulder, but instead of moving away, she leaned forward and tightly hugged his calf.
Qin Junyue tightened her arms, trapping his leg against her chest, and buried her face against his thigh, rubbing it messily.
Song Ning felt his calf being hugged, something rubbing chaotically against his thigh, and even signs of it moving further.
Her face was shifting from his knee toward his inner thigh. His mind went blank with a roar, and he kicked her in anger, yelling:
“What are you doing?! Have you no shame?!”
Clearly, Qin Junyue had no shame—after all, that face kept rubbing against his leg, probably already thrown away.
“I see you have no remorse at all,” Song Ning added.
Qin Junyue arched her delicate body forward, her full breasts pressing against Jiang Huai’s leg.
She lifted her head, a few strands of hair clinging to her cheek, and said pitifully:
“Song Gongzi, isn’t this unfair?”
Qi Chuyao hadn’t spent as much time with Song Ning as she had, nor did she love him as much.
For so many years, she had kept him hidden in her heart, not even daring to think too much about it.
But what about Qi Chuyao? Qi Chuyao despised him for being blind and even avoided the marriage.
Why did they have to be the ones to marry?
Song Ning’s lips curled into a cold smirk.
“Does everything have to be fair? There are so many people in this world, too many unfair things.”
“Let go of me first!” He kicked her twice more, producing dull thuds.
Qin Junyue was a Second-rank Martial Artist, her body incredibly tough. Song Ning’s kicks felt like tickles to her.
He kicked a few times until his feet tired, but she remained unharmed, still tightly clutching his calf.
“I won’t let go.” Qin Junyue mumbled, her pretty face pressing against Song Ning’s thigh, inch by inch moving to more inappropriate places.
At this rate, her face would be buried in there!
Song Ning realized she had chosen the perfect time—dark night, high wind, no one around, only discussing shameful matters.
She knelt there, hugging his leg, rubbing her face against his thigh, but he couldn’t even call for help.
Song Ning angrily pushed Qin Junyue’s head to stop her from going further, yelling:
“Qin Junyue, I should never have let my mother and mother-in-law save you back then!”
“Why didn’t you freeze to death that day? Get the hell away from me!”
He pushed her head with his hand, but unexpectedly, she rubbed her cheek against his palm, the touch soft, making him pull his hand back in fury.
Qin Junyue lifted her face, a faint mist in her beautiful eyes, lightly biting her red lips.
On that heroic, pretty face appeared a hint of pitifulness, like a big dog being scolded by its master.
“That’s right, who asked you to save me?”
“You are irreplaceable to me. No man in this world can take your place.”
“But to you? Even if you hadn’t saved me back then, it would have made no difference, right?”
In other words, even without Qin Junyue, Song Ning’s life wouldn’t change. The tasks she handled could be done by someone else.
But to Qin Junyue, losing Song Ning would mean losing far too much.
Qin Junyue looked up at Song Ning’s face, remembering the time he had saved her entire family.
That was many years ago.
Winters in the Capital City were always cold.
That year, several families privately hired renowned scholars and teachers to set up a school for their children.
The school was located in a large mansion in the Southern City.
The lecture hall was spacious, with over a dozen desks set out, each with a student seated behind it, brush, ink, paper, and inkstone neatly arranged on top.
Qin Junyue’s mother was also a court official.
Although she was stationed far away in Liaodong, Qin Junyue was still sent to attend the lectures.
She was a good student at the school, sitting upright and proper, writing the best characters, memorizing texts the fastest—even the teacher praised her.
Qi Chuyao naturally came too, thanks to her prominent status.
But she didn’t like studying. She often ran off and skipped class, only to be scolded by the teacher when she returned.
She sat behind Qin Junyue, sleeping in class, drawing stick figures on paper, secretly passing notes, chattering away and able to talk to anyone.
The teacher called her up to recite a text. She stood there, unable to utter a single word, causing the whole hall to burst into laughter.
Qi Chuyao wasn’t bothered, though; she laughed along with everyone else, heartlessly and carefreely.
Since the Qi and Qin families were attending, naturally someone from the Song family was there to study too.
The eldest daughter of the Song family, Wu Ruozhao, was Mother Song’s adopted daughter.
Her biological mother was Mother Song’s close friend.
After she died on the battlefield, Mother Song adopted her, but out of respect for her friend, didn’t change her surname, keeping the original one and naming her Wu Ruozhao.
She was two years older than Qin Junyue, sitting in the first row of the school.
She had a strong build, a face both beautiful and handsome, and an assertive demeanor that drew attention.
Wu Ruozhao was also diligent in her studies.
She liked to ask questions and debate with the teacher, stubbornly, so much so that the teacher tried to avoid her.
The Song family’s second young lady, Song Youyi, though frail, also came.
She sat in the corner, her face pale, coughing occasionally.
She didn’t talk much or interact with others. She just sat there quietly, listening to the teacher and occasionally jotting down notes.
Even more strangely, the Song family’s eldest son, Song Ning, a blind man, was also required to attend as an auditor.
He sat next to Wu Ruozhao, dressed in white robes, his pupils white, his face handsome, his expression focused and serene.
The first time Qin Junyue saw him was on that day.
She remembered the sunlight was beautiful that day, slanting through the window, falling on his white robes, on his handsome face, on his white pupils.
She had never seen anyone like him—so bizarre it made her want to laugh.
A blind man, sitting in a school, studying alongside a group of sighted people.
Even so, the teacher praised him, saying, “Though his eyes are blind, his heart is clear,” with a tone tinged with regret.
Although Qin Junyue never spoke to him, she would often sneak glances at him.
Until later, when her family fell into trouble.