Chapter 338

First Volume, Chapter 338: You're Mine Now

Qin Feng's pale face instantly flushed red, as if he had been longing for this moment day and night—and finally, it had come. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he asked, "Even if I offer myself in marriage?"

A faint blush instantly flashed across Jing Qianying's cold, stern face.

Knowing Qin Feng well, she expected him to make an unreasonable demand; even though she had prepared herself mentally, when he uttered those four words—"offer myself in marriage"—in front of so many people, her heart leapt and her cheeks burned like fire.

Seeing Jing Qianying remain silent, Qin Feng felt a wave of disappointment and slumped back into Shen Qingci's arms, whining, "I guess I really am not good enough for Fourth Sister…"

Even though she knew Qin Feng was feigning retreat to lure her in, Jing Qianying still felt a pang in her chest. Since she had already spoken, how could she go back on her word? With a sudden resolve, she gritted her teeth: "Fine, I agree!"

Saying those three words drained her strength; she swayed as if her body had been hollowed out.

No matter how skilled her martial arts, no matter how cold her demeanor, she was still a woman.

Faced with the matter of her lifetime, she could not remain calm.

The deep emotional defenses she had built over decades of cultivation collapsed in an instant.

She felt as if her entire body were burning.

What she didn't know was that Qin Feng had only meant to change the subject, to keep her from overthinking.

Who could have guessed she would actually agree?

For Qin Feng, it was an unexpected blessing!

Qin Feng leapt up in excitement, but the movement tore at his shoulder wound—he winced in pain, yet didn't care, staring fixedly at Jing Qianying as if in a dream: "Fourth Sister, did I hear right? You really mean to give yourself to me? Hahaha, this is amazing!"

"Even if I lose my life over this little wound, it's worth it!"

Watching Qin Feng dance around joyfully, like a child.

Jing Qianying felt both anger and embarrassment, yet amid her turmoil, a strange warmth flowed through her heart—comforting, indescribably pleasant.

"Fool!"

Jing Qianying's face flushed crimson; she spat lightly, yet didn't notice the faint unease flickering across Liu Hongyan's and Shen Qingci's faces.

Qin Feng, carried away by triumph, jolted his shoulder violently—the searing pain exploded, and he let out a scream, collapsing onto the bed.

Liu Hongyan and Shen Qingci cried out in unison, rushing to check on Qin Feng.

But a graceful shadow flashed before their eyes.

Jing Qianying reached the bedside first, pulling Qin Feng into her arms, scolding yet tender: "You idiot, you're injured—how could you be so careless? Lie still right now!"

Feeling Jing Qianying's gentle embrace, Qin Feng suffered in bliss, occasionally letting out dumb, happy laughs.

In the past, Qin Feng would have held back.

Now that his relationship with Jing Qianying had advanced further, he naturally seized this hard-won chance to take every liberty.

Like a mischievous child, he kept rubbing his head against Jing Qianying's chest—so comfortable, so delightful.

Though her cheeks burned red, Jing Qianying made no move to stop his boldness; she simply held him, letting him pout and cling.

This scene played out before Liu Hongyan and Shen Qingci's eyes.

The two women suddenly felt like they were in the way…

After a moment of hesitation, they exchanged glances and silently rose to leave.

For some reason, Shen Qingci felt a heavy, suffocating ache in her chest.

Shen Qingci muttered to herself: "Hmph, fine. Now that Fourth Sister will deal with that brat Qin Feng, he won't bother me anymore—I'll finally have peace. But… why can't I feel even a little happy?"

Shen Qingci glanced sidelong at Liu Hongyan and noticed her equally gloomy expression—she was startled.

"Could it be… that Second Brother also…?"

At this moment, Liu Hongyan was filled with sorrow.

When Feng'er was hurt, he should have rushed straight into her arms for comfort.

Now, her place had been taken by Fourth Sister—was she now the unnecessary one?

Liu Hongyan kept reminding herself she should be happy for Feng'er.

With Xie Yun'er and Jing Qianying by his side, whether it was court intrigue or daily safety, he was protected.

Aside from accounting, she could do nothing to help Qin Feng…

Thinking of this, her eyes dimmed further; without even bidding Shen Qingci farewell, she quietly walked toward the ledger room.

Just as Shen Qingci and Liu Hongyan sank into sorrow, feeling deeply betrayed…

They didn't realize they had fallen straight into Qin Feng's trap.

Though Xie Yun'er was Qin Feng's future principal wife, since they were not yet married, they still had to avoid suspicion—so they met no more than a handful of times.

In contrast, he spent every day with Jing Qianying.

These three sisters were like an iron plate—no matter which one Qin Feng broke through, it would trigger a chain reaction.

Once Shen Qingci and Liu Hongyan began to feel jealous, Qin Feng drew one step closer to winning them both.

Rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows?

Nonsense!

Qin Feng didn't just want to eat—he wanted to devour every last bit.

Qin Feng escalated his act, clutching his shoulder and pretending unbearable agony, occasionally letting out a few screams: "Pain… so much pain."

As Qin Feng predicted, Jing Qianying panicked—she wanted to rub the wound but feared infection, leaving her flustered; she anxiously asked, "Feng'er, has your shoulder wound worsened? How can I help you? Tell me quickly!"

Qin Feng rolled his eyes wildly, feigning a deathly grimace, voice weak: "Only anesthetic can relieve it…"

Jing Qianying frowned in distress: "Any herb with numbing effects can be made into a knockout powder—for murder and robbery. In Jingdu, anesthetics are strictly controlled. They're prioritized for the Front Line Army; stock in Jingzhong is extremely scarce. By the time we apply to the Jingzhong Magistrate for anesthetic, days will have passed—too late to help now."

Hearing this, Qin Feng's eyes filled with despair; he slumped: "Then there's only one other way… but I absolutely can't use it. I'd rather die from the pain."

Jing Qianying snapped: "What's left to hesitate about now? Speak!"

Qin Feng hesitated, weighed his options, then finally whispered: "Only by distracting my attention."

Jing Qianying knew Qin Feng was scheming, but her worry for him overrode all thought—she asked almost instinctively: "How do you distract your attention?"

As soon as he spoke, it was exactly what Qin Feng had been waiting for.

Qin Feng was like a venomous spider that had lain in wait for its trap, and now that the prey had finally been caught, how could he be gentle? He immediately closed his eyes: "Fourth Sister, you don't have to force yourself—this little pain, I can bear it…"

Qin Feng's mouth said he didn't want it, but his body was honest—he willingly puckered his lips…