Engagement Annulled? Now The Husbands Kneel and Beg for Her Favor

About half an hour later, the examination was finally over.

As soon as Jiang Qingli opened the door, a tall figure who had been squatting beside it lunged forward and pulled her into a tight embrace.

The young man smelled of fresh sea salt. His powerful arms wrapped around her, and his warmth enveloped her.

’Has he been waiting here this whole time?’

’Like a puppy.’

’No one could refuse a puppy’s unabashed affection.’

Jiang Qingli was touched.

She smiled, wrapping one arm around his back to pat it gently. Her other hand snaked around his side to stroke Qin Muye’s silver hair.

Qin Muye asked, his voice muffled, "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine." Jiang Qingli fiddled with his hair.

’I kind of want to pet the little leopard’s ears now.’

"As long as you’re fine." Qin Muye closed his eyes and held her tighter, nuzzling his cheek against hers.

He completely failed to notice there was another person standing right beside them.

"The Prince is very concerned about the young lady," the family doctor interjected with a smile, carefully reminding him, "However, Your Highness, the young lady is still quite weak..."

Qin Muye froze, only then realizing how tightly he was holding her.

He hastily straightened up, his hands hanging at his sides like a large dog that had done something wrong, looking completely at a loss.

Jiang Qingli knew he hadn’t meant to, so she patted his shoulder. "It’s okay. Sister Meng says I’m in great health. I’ll be fully recovered by tomorrow."

"That’s right, just don’t use your spiritual power today," Doctor Meng said, a touch of pride in her voice. "The young lady’s spiritual power recovers much faster than the average person’s. If the Family Head knew—"

She stopped abruptly, glancing cautiously at Jiang Qingli.

Jiang Qingli had been so cooperative during the examination that Doctor Meng had forgotten: this young lady of theirs had a major falling out with her family three years ago.

The last time she’d come for a check-up, she had merely mentioned the Jiang Family and was promptly thrown out by a servant.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had worked for the Jiang Family for over a decade, was intimately familiar with Jiang Qingli’s physical parameters, and that this was an emergency, Yi Nuo would never have let her through the door.

Doctor Meng quickly apologized. "My apologies, Young Lady. I misspoke."

But Jiang Qingli didn’t reply. Nor did she fly into a rage like before. Instead, she just stared blankly to the side.

It was as if her mind was elsewhere.

"Young Lady?" Doctor Meng called out in a low voice. "Are you... feeling unwell somewhere else?"

The voice pulled Jiang Qingli back to her senses. "Ah, no..."

She was a bit dazed.

’That’s strange. When I heard the words "Family Head," the image of a woman suddenly flashed through my mind—she had waist-length hair and a gentle smile.’

A feeling so familiar it sent a shiver up her spine.

Her vision swam as her body swayed.

Yi Nuo, who was beside her, caught her by the arm. "Young Lady, you should rest for a bit. I’ll see Doctor Meng out."

"No, no, that’s alright. I’ll wait for Xiao Hu to finish up, and we’ll leave together," Doctor Meng replied with a professional smile.

Xiao Hu was the male nurse who was examining Baili Jing.

Jiang Qingli said, "Then if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to check on Baili Jing."

With that, she turned and left.

"They’re still so close..."

Doctor Meng mused aloud, watching her young lady’s somewhat hurried footsteps.

Doctor Meng had also heard of the scandalous things Jiang Qingli had done after moving out of the Jiang family home. In the few times they had met since, she had noticed that Jiang Qingli seemed to have changed a great deal.

Both the Family Head and Young Master Youchen were heartbroken, but they didn’t dare contact her for fear of upsetting her.

She had thought the young lady would continue her wild ways indefinitely.

This meeting, however, made Doctor Meng feel as if their young lady had become her old self again.

It was true what they said—having a family really changes a female!

Doctor Meng sighed to herself and decided to go upstairs to find Xiao Hu and check on Baili Jing’s examination.

Just as she turned, she found Qin Muye standing beside her with a fierce expression on his face.

Doctor Meng had heard of the Prince’s reputation as a libertine, but after seeing how he was with Jiang Qingli just now, she couldn’t bring herself to be afraid of him.

Doctor Meng asked calmly, "Is Your Highness here to ask about the young lady’s condition?"

Qin Muye nodded.

So, Doctor Meng explained everything again in layman’s terms.

"Um... is there any way to make her spiritual power recover faster?" Qin Muye rarely asked anyone for help, and his tone was awkward as he scratched his hair.

’Oh, so he’s just worried about the young lady.’

Doctor Meng smiled knowingly. "There is."

"What is it?"

"Your Highness’s Match Value with the young lady is very high, 96%," Doctor Meng said. "A high Match Value is beneficial for both parties. You know... in general, you could try to help the young lady more... by making her feel... pleasure..."

At this, she noticed a look of utter incomprehension on Qin Muye’s face.

’That can’t be right. They’ve been married for a while now.’

Doctor Meng ventured, "Uhm, do you understand what I mean?"

Qin Muye frowned. "Speak plainly. Don’t talk in riddles."

He hated guessing games more than anything.

Doctor Meng was speechless.

After all, as they were of different genders, it was awkward for her to be explicit. Doctor Meng scratched her hair, then caught sight of Xiao Hu approaching out of the corner of her eye. She quickly waved him over, asking him to have a word with Qin Muye.

The male nurse led Qin Muye aside and quietly imparted some... knowledge.

The longer Qin Muye listened, the redder his ears became.

By the time he nodded, his neck was red too.

Before leaving, the nurse also gave him a digital booklet.

Qin Muye hated reading. He opened the file, glanced at it, then snapped it shut and muttered a curse.

A few seconds later, he glanced around before secretly opening it again.

-

「In the room.」

When Jiang Qingli entered the room, Baili Jing was just swallowing a pill.

Although his contamination value had decreased, he still wasn’t in good condition. His face was pale.

As he lifted his arm, Jiang Qingli saw faint red marks on his skin that looked like needle tracks.

The image from last night flashed in her mind, and her eyes began to sting. She walked over and hugged him.

"Did they draw your blood again?" Her heart ached as if it, too, had been pierced by a sharp needle. "Why do they treat you like this?"

As her warm tears soaked through his shirt, Baili Jing felt his own heart sink, heavy and aching.

"You know that Baili Chengyan is an artificial creation. His genes are unstable, and he needs my blood to stabilize them." Baili Jing gently stroked her hair, his voice soft. "Is that the part you saw?"

Her voice was muffled. "Yes... I saw them take 1000cc of your blood. And then... then they threw you down the stairs and just left you there... and they made you live in that tiny attic..."

"Was there more?"

Baili Jing’s voice was tight, a hint of anticipation in it.

"And also—"

Jiang Qingli opened her mouth, but her voice died in her throat.

’And... what else was there?’

The rest of the memory was like a crumpled, water-soaked piece of paper; when she tried to smooth it out to read the writing, all she found was an indecipherable blur.

Seeing the blank look on her face, Baili Jing understood.

’It seems she can’t recall the relevant memories right now. Even if she sees them, they’re erased.’

’It’s a shame, but this isn’t so bad for now.’

’At least it means she’s still safe.’

"Xiao Li," Baili Jing said, hugging her. "It’s okay. Don’t worry."

"You are not to agree to that next time!" Jiang Qingli lifted her head, her tone imperious. "I am your female master. Everything you are is mine, and if I don’t give my permission, it’s not happening!"

"If they have a problem with it, they can come talk to me!" she huffed. "I’m not afraid of them."

Baili Jing couldn’t help but laugh, his eyes curving into crescents.

Jiang Qingli glared at him. "What are you laughing at?"

"I was just thinking how good Xiao Li is to me." His slender fingers gently kneaded her small earlobe as he lowered his gaze and kissed her soft cheek. "From now on, I’ll have to work even harder to serve my female master..."

His warm breath tickled her ear, and the tips of her own ears grew hot.

His words were intimate, but Baili Jing truly had no energy at the moment.

The medicine contained a sedative, and he soon fell asleep with Jiang Qingli by his side.

Not wanting to disturb him, Jiang Qingli left on tiptoe.

「At the door.」

Qin Muye, who had been waiting for a long time, turned his head at the sound of the door opening. His eyes lit up as he looked over, the tips of his ears tinged with pink.

He stood up, took Jiang Qingli’s wrist, and stammered, "Just now, Doctor Meng taught me a few things..."

Before he could finish, the sound of footsteps interrupted him.

He turned his head to see Ye Linyuan standing there with his arms crossed, an ill-tempered look on his face.

Qin Muye said, annoyed, "What are you doing here?"

As he spoke, he edged closer to Jiang Qingli.

Ye Linyuan’s cold gaze swept over their clasped hands, and his brow furrowed.

’I should be the one holding her.’

The snake’s vertical pupils, intensely possessive, turned sinister. His voice was low and cold. "Today is my day. Why shouldn’t I be here?"

"What do you mean, your day? It’s supposed to be my turn—"

Qin Muye stopped mid-sentence.

He suddenly remembered that when Baili Jing was arranging the schedule the other day, he had told him to take Ye Linyuan’s slot.

’Now that Ye Linyuan’s back, what about my spot?!’

’That damned vixen! He set me up!’

Qin Muye was burning with rage, wishing he could march back in there, grab Baili Jing, and start a fight.

But right now, the most important thing was to secure his chance to spend the night with Jiang Qingli.

Qin Muye looked at Jiang Qingli and said in a low voice, "I’ve been waiting for you for so long."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ye Linyuan sneered, "What an act."

"Who’s putting on an act?" Qin Muye retorted, dissatisfied. "Th—I mean, I’m telling the truth! It was supposed to be my turn!"

"Hah." Ye Linyuan laughed coldly. "You brain-dead idiot. Crawl back to kindergarten and play in the mud."

Qin Muye couldn’t take it anymore. He shot to his feet. "You damn snake! You looking for a fight?!"

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Jiang Qingli, caught in the middle, thought for a moment.

"Well, actually... the three of us together isn’t out of the question..."