Chapter 129: Senior Sister's Killing Intent and Revenge

At the edge of the sky, the sunset clouds were like brocade.

This time of day on the street was the liveliest time, and also the noisiest time.

The hawkers' cries, the chatter of men and women, and the laughter of children all collided under the reflection of the setting sun, appearing boisterous.

Luo Zijun was cautious all the way, winding through streets and alleys to avoid being followed.

He soon arrived at Bao'an Hall.

Just as he reached the front door, the unease in his heart suddenly grew stronger.

His expression tightened, and he immediately walked inside.

Behind the counter, a cold, aloof young girl wearing a plain white dress was looking down and fiddling with an abacus, her towering peaks once again brazenly displayed on the counter.

Seeing this scene, Luo Zijun's heart immediately relaxed.

Since this girl was still in the mood to seduce him, nothing major should have happened.

"Senior Sister, where is Master?"

Luo Zijun turned around in the room and asked.

Su Qingling looked down at the abacus without glancing at him, saying in a flat tone, "Sleeping upstairs."

Luo Zijun was stunned, his face full of surprise: "Sleeping now?"

Only then did Su Qingling raise her head, her beautiful eyes looking at him coldly as she said, "He is sick."

Hearing this, Luo Zijun frowned and hurriedly asked, "What illness?"

Su Qingling ignored him further, lowered her head, and continued to fiddle with the abacus on the table.

"I'll go take a look."

Luo Zijun hurriedly prepared to go upstairs.

Just as he reached the stairs, he suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the counter, paused, and then suddenly shouted toward upstairs: "Master!"

Su Qingling said while clicking the abacus, "You had better not go up."

Luo Zijun turned his head and asked, "Why?"

Su Qingling's fingers on the abacus paused for a moment, and she said coldly, "He coughed up blood and fainted; he just took medicine and fell asleep. It should be consumption. If you aren't afraid of death, then go up."

"Consumption?"

Luo Zijun's face changed instantly: "Was he infected by a patient?"

Su Qingling continued to look down and fiddle with the abacus, her pretty face icy, and she did not answer.

Luo Zijun did not hesitate at all and immediately ran upstairs.

No wonder there was always a bad premonition in his heart; it turned out something had happened to Master.

He quickly ran upstairs and entered the room.

Meanwhile, on the first floor, Su Qingling had already emerged from behind the counter, holding that thick Rolling Pin in her hand, and walked straight to the shop entrance to close and lock the door.

Then, clutching the Rolling Pin, she followed him upstairs.

"Master!"

Luo Zijun checked all three rooms but did not see Master.

At this moment, Su Qingling had already arrived on the second floor with the thick Rolling Pin and blocked him at the door of one of the rooms.

Luo Zijun was suddenly furious: "Senior Sister, how can you spout such nonsense about something like this? You actually cursed Master! You unfilial brat!"

This girl was actually lying to him again!

Su Qingling did not speak; she looked at him with icy eyes and walked over.

Luo Zijun hurriedly retreated and threatened, "Senior Sister, if you dare hit me, when Master returns, I will go complain to him and say you cursed him with a terminal illness!"

Su Qingling forced him into the room, closed the door behind her, and slid the bolt shut.

Seeing this, Luo Zijun's heart trembled, and he hurriedly turned to look at the window nearby.

"Jump, then."

Su Qingling seemed to see through his intention and said coldly.

Luo Zijun immediately retreated to the window, glanced down, and shouted angrily, "Senior Sister, how can you be so ruthless? Are you trying to make me fall to my death!"

Su Qingling gripped the Rolling Pin in her hand and continued to force him back, step by step.

Luo Zijun retreated to a corner. Seeing that her mood today was clearly off, and that the chill in her eyes and the killing intent on her body were truly exposed, he hurriedly asked, "Senior Sister, you have to give a reason for hitting someone, right? Where did I offend you again?"

Su Qingling stopped in front of him, her pretty face icy, her beautiful eyes staring at him coldly, but she did not speak.

Luo Zijun immediately said, "Is it the scent on my body from yesterday? I already told you, it belongs to my Young Maid Xiaohuan. If you don't believe me, I'll bring her here for you to interrogate as you please."

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Rolling Pin in Su Qingling's hand struck his thigh directly.

"Ah!"

Luo Zijun let out a miserable cry, clutched his thigh, and said, "Senior Sister, don't think I can't beat you! I practice martial arts; if you annoy me, I... ah!"

Before he could finish, the Rolling Pin in Su Qingling's hand suddenly struck his other thigh.

This time, she really used force.

Luo Zijun clutched his thigh and said angrily, "Su Qingling! I'm really going to get angry now!"

"Bang!"

Su Qingling swung the Rolling Pin in her hand and struck his shoulder.

Luo Zijun was furious. He immediately clenched his fists, his robes fluttering without wind, and roared, "Su Qingling, if I truly get angry, even I am afraid of myself!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Su Qingling struck his thighs three more times in succession.

Luo Zijun could no longer hold back and threw a punch out violently. With a "swish," his fist flew past her cheek, directly knocking a strand of hair from her temple flying.

"Stinky girl! Prepare to endure my fury! Ah..."

Who would have thought that before he could even retract the fist he had thrown out, the young girl in front of him suddenly turned her head and bit down on his arm, causing him to shiver instantly from the pain and scream out.

"Ah, Senior Sister, it hurts... it really hurts... let go!"

Luo Zijun began to beg for mercy.

Su Qingling not only did not let go, but instead bit down even harder.

Luo Zijun clenched his fist, aimed it at her pretty face, and hissed, "Senior Sister, this is the last time I'll give you... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, the teeth biting into his arm actually pierced his skin and bit into his flesh!

It hurts!

This time it really hurt!

But at this very moment, Luo Zijun did not dare to actually throw the punch.

Because he could clearly feel that this girl was truly angry, truly in a rage.

In the past, when they would horse around, he could feel that the other party was just playing wildly with him and didn't really want to hurt him, so no matter how he fought back then, she shouldn't have been truly angry.

But today's feeling was clearly different.

There was even killing intent in this girl's eyes; how could he not be intimidated?

Luo Zijun had no choice but to continue begging for mercy: "Senior Sister, biting a few times is enough to show your feelings, let go, I won't tell Master."

Su Qingling, however, did not let go, still biting tightly.

Luo Zijun had no choice but to say: "Senior Sister, if you don't let go, I'm going to tickle you, okay?"

Su Qingling stared coldly with her beautiful eyes, her pearly teeth still not letting go.

Luo Zijun immediately reached out and tickled her slender waist a few times; seeing she had no reaction, he immediately tickled her underarms, but she still had no reaction.

Is she not ticklish?

"Tickling your neck!"

Luo Zijun reached his hand into her fair, swan-like neck and tickled it a few times.

Su Qingling still stared coldly with her beautiful eyes, teeth clenched, with no reaction at all.

This girl is actually not ticklish!

Luo Zijun hissed a few times from the pain, his gaze suddenly falling on her fair earlobe peeking out from her hair, and a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind.

He immediately said: "Senior Sister, if you don't stop biting, I'm going to bite your earlobe!"

Su Qingling's cold eyes clearly trembled.

It's right here!

Luo Zijun immediately leaned in and breathed a puff of hot air onto her fair earlobe.

Su Qingling's delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and her fair ear turned red instantly.

Seeing this, Luo Zijun was overjoyed, as if he had discovered a new continent, and immediately breathed another puff of hot air there.

Su Qingling's body trembled again, and the pearly teeth biting his arm began to loosen.

Haha!

Luo Zijun laughed in his heart and immediately kept breathing air there.

"Hah... hah... hah..."

He breathed more than ten times in a row.

With every breath he exhaled, the young girl's delicate body before him trembled, trembling more than ten times in succession.

Finally, when he exhaled another breath, the teeth biting his arm finally loosened with a tremble.

Just as Luo Zijun was about to gloat, his body suddenly stiffened, and he widened his eyes. "Keep breathing."

Su Qingling had grabbed his vital point directly; her originally fair cheeks were already flushed red from his breathing, looking delicate and soul-stirring, yet she remained as cold as before, with shame and anger in her beautiful eyes.

"Senior Sister, men and women should not touch, don't be like this..."

Luo Zijun had no choice but to plead in a soft voice.

At this very moment, even if his martial prowess were higher and his strength stronger, he would not dare to move at all.

On his arm, where he had been bitten, blood had already spilled out.

Waves of pain washed over him.

Su Qingling narrowed her cold eyes and said in a chilling tone: "Men and women should not touch? Then it's fine for you to be with other women, is that it?"

Luo Zijun didn't say anything more, just looked at his bleeding arm, his mouth hissing.

Su Qingling stared at him with cold eyes for a while longer and said: "Speak, where did you go the night before last?"

Luo Zijun said: "Bowang Marquis Mansion."

!

As soon as he finished speaking, the pain struck violently.

He hissed, then hurriedly added: "Then, I just sent a poor girl home."

It seems this matter can no longer be hidden.

This girl being like this today, she probably knows something.

"Which poor girl, what is her name, where does she live, how did you meet her? What happened that night? Tell me everything."

Su Qingling said in a chilling tone.

Luo Zijun sighed, no longer hesitating, and had to tell the whole story: "Her name is Liu Chujian, she was once the Young Lady of a Vice Minister's household, later the mansion was raided, and she fell into a Brothel..."

"The money I spent on martial arts training at that time all came from her..."

"That one time, I desperately needed two hundred taels of silver to sign up for the Martial Arts Hall, and when I shamelessly went to borrow it from her, she took out all her jewelry, and even took off the hairpin from her head..."

"At that moment, I felt that I might..."

"Later, I prepared to get married, but then suddenly didn't want to anymore... After arriving in the Inner City, I met her again..."

When he finished speaking about what happened at the Bowang Marquis Mansion, the hand gripping his vital point finally loosened bit by bit.

"I brought her back to the bookstore, fearing she might let her imagination run wild and do something foolish, so I stayed behind to comfort her properly for the night, and only left when the sky was about to brighten..."

After he finished speaking, the young girl before him was quiet for a moment, then suddenly looked at him coldly and said: "How did you comfort her? Explain clearly."

Luo Zijun said: "We just sat together, talked, chatted, and I consoled her."

"Were you sitting on the bed, or sitting somewhere else?"

"On the floor."

"Were you wearing clothes, or were you undressed?"

"Of course I was wearing clothes!"

"Did you touch her?"

"No!"

"Did you kiss her?"

"No!"

"Did you sleep with her?"

"Senior Sister, how is that possible! Am I that kind of casual person?"

"Yes."

Luo Zijun didn't speak again.

Su Qingling stared at him with icy eyes for a while longer, then suddenly asked: "Do you want to marry her?"

Luo Zijun glanced at her expression and nodded: "I do."

Having said that, he immediately stepped back a few paces and covered his crotch.

However, the imagined action did not occur.

Su Qingling just looked at him with a cold gaze, saying nothing and making no other movements.

Luo Zijun was stunned for a moment, then somewhat awkwardly let go of his hand, stood up straight, paused, and said: "Senior Sister, I think in the future, can we just talk without resorting to physical force? If you keep doing this, I'll really be afraid of you and won't dare to come again."

Su Qingling's eyes were icy, and she still didn't speak; her whole person seemed to be radiating a chill.

"It's getting dark, I'm leaving."

Luo Zijun glanced at the sky outside the window, backed away toward the door, and prepared to flee.

This girl looks so terrifying; I can't stay any longer.

Just as he was about to turn and run, the icy young girl in the room suddenly spoke: "You forgot to take something."

Luo Zijun paused, looking at her with a puzzled gaze.

Su Qingling stared at him coldly for a while longer, then suddenly bent down, took off the two snow-white silk socks from her feet, threw them in front of him, and said in an icy tone: "Take them back and wash them clean for me, then kneel on the ground and help me put them on."

Luo Zijun's mouth twitched, and he immediately said: "Senior Sister, I am a man. A real man..."

"Then I'll take them to the bookstore and let her wash them."

Su Qingling said suddenly and ruthlessly.

The words in Luo Zijun's mouth immediately stalled.

The two locked eyes.

The room suddenly fell into silence.

After a pause.

Luo Zijun bent down, picked up the pair of silk socks from the floor, looked at her and said: "Senior Sister, you are my childhood friend, and you have always been so good to me; I have always treated you like family, like an older sister. Isn't it only right for a younger brother to wash socks for his older sister? So, please don't be polite; in the future, just order me to wash them directly. Don't use the word 'help', otherwise... I won't wash them."

After speaking, he put away the silk socks and turned to leave.

He went downstairs.

He couldn't help but sigh; sure enough, that girl already knew.

He looked again at the deep tooth marks on his arm.

What a vicious woman!

I must harden my heart in the future and pay her back in kind.

If she bites me, can't I bite her back?

If she bites my arm, I'll bite her arm!

If she bites my thigh, I'll bite her thigh!

If she bites my... foot, I'll bite her foot!

If she bites my...

He glanced at his crotch and immediately stopped his fantasy.

Forget it, I'll decide where to bite when the time comes; I must never be soft-hearted or show mercy again and let her continue to be so arrogant and overbearing!

Otherwise, won't things be turned upside down in the future?

He exited the shop.

He thought for a moment and walked toward Chujian Bookstore.

He wandered around the nearby streets for a while before emerging from a small alley in the back and quickly turning into the bookstore.

By this time, the sunset had already dipped below the mountains.

Nightfall descended quietly.

When he appeared at the bookstore, Xiao Lan immediately shouted upstairs: "Young Miss, Young Master Luo is here!"

Then she smiled at Luo Zijun: "Young Master, please go up; the Young Miss is reading upstairs."

Luo Zijun was about to go upstairs when he suddenly looked at her and asked: "Xiao Lan, have any strange people come by in the last two days?"

Xiao Lan was stunned and asked in confusion, "Young Master Luo, what do you mean by a strange person?"

Luo Zijun said, "It's a young woman, probably about sixteen or seventeen years old, very pretty, wearing a white dress, with a very unpleasant expression, looking cold as if someone owed her half a string of coins, her chest..."

"Yes! There is! There is!"

Before he could finish, Xiao Lan immediately said, "Her chest is very big here, right?"

As she spoke, the Young Maid used her two small hands to gesture in front of her own budding chest.

Luo Zijun glanced at her, said nothing, and walked quickly upstairs.

Senior Sister had indeed been here.

It was just unclear whether she had gone up to the second floor and whether she had seen the young girl upstairs.

If she had seen her, what would she say?

Given that girl's temper, would she start a fight directly?

Thinking of this, he was suddenly worried and hurried upstairs.

Who would have thought that just as he reached the top, that gentle, pleasant voice with a hint of a smile came from in front of the bookshelf: "Zijun-gege, were you not beaten?"

Luo Zijun: "???"

(End of this chapter)