Chapter 32 Alcohol Leads to Trouble

Chapter 32: Trouble After Drinking

After getting drunk, Yuan Qichen clung to him like a needy kitten, whining and occasionally nuzzling against him.

Que Zizhen didn't know how to handle it, his hands half-raised, unsure how to react.

"Let’s go back to the room first, I…"

"I can’t walk. Carry me back."

"…to fetch some hangover medicine."

Yuan Qichen gave him no chance to refuse, hopping up lightly and wrapping his long, slender but strong legs tightly around Que Zizhen’s waist.

The move was so sudden that Que Zizhen had to hold him firmly to keep him from falling.

"A Chen, stop fooling around."

If Yuan Qichen were obedient, he wouldn’t be himself. Hearing this, he immediately grew restless and said unhappily, "You’re not willing?"

When Que Zizhen didn’t answer, Yuan Qichen took his silence as agreement. He smacked Que Zizhen angrily and complained, "Back at Misty Spring Mountain, you didn’t seem unwilling at all."

Not only had Que Zizhen been the one who took the initiative, but he also hadn't budged an inch no matter how hard Yuan Qichen tried.

That was the first time Yuan Qichen had so deeply realized the sheer raw strength Que Zizhen possessed.

As Yuan Qichen complained, he couldn’t help but recall the injustices of the past, letting it all out under the influence of alcohol: "It’s all your fault! You were so easily tempted by your inner demon, using force on me, and then forgetting everything afterward. Do you know how I felt when Shiyi told me I, a grown man, was pregnant?"

At that time, he had wanted nothing more than to rush to Tianshu Palace and tear Que Zizhen apart.

In the end, he didn’t act on it because by the time he discovered he was pregnant with Yuan Xiao, Yuan Qichen was already having severe pregnancy symptoms.

Coupled with his unhealed injuries, he didn’t even have the energy to curse at Que Zizhen, let alone rush to Tianshu Palace to confront him.

Que Zizhen had never seen Yuan Qichen like this before. His heart ached with regret, hating himself for forgetting and failing to protect him.

"It’s my fault," he said, his eyes shining with guilt.

Yuan Qichen immediately lifted his chin and squeezed his legs around Que Zizhen’s waist. "Then hurry up and carry me inside."

Yuan Qichen got his wish.

After all that fuss, most of his drunkenness had faded, and his eyes gradually cleared. Que Zizhen, who had been focused solely on bringing him back, remained completely unaware.

Yuan Qichen’s bright eyes darted around as an idea struck him. Just as Que Zizhen carefully laid him on the bed, Yuan Qichen suddenly wrapped his arms and legs around him, yanking him down unexpectedly.

Their eyes met, faces close, and Yuan Qichen’s breath brushed lightly against Que Zizhen’s cheek as he spoke.

"Que Zizhen, were you… concerned for me earlier?"

"You’re not drunk," Que Zizhen’s pupils dilated slightly, unsure whether he was more surprised or frustrated at being deceived again.

Yuan Qichen tilted his head. "Is that important?"

Admittedly, this wasn’t the first time Que Zizhen had been tricked.

But he still felt a sense of disappointment.

Yuan Qichen cupped his face and quickly pecked his lips, reassuring him, "I really was drunk earlier. I didn’t lie to you."

He watched as Que Zizhen blushed from his neck to the tips of his ears, so innocent it was unbelievable—yet it was the same person who had repeatedly worn him out until he was too exhausted to move.

Yuan Qichen grew even more convinced that Que Zizhen liked him.

"You still haven’t answered my question. Tell me, were you concerned for me?"

Que Zizhen remained silent for a long moment before finally uttering a soft "Mm" from his lips.

Yuan Qichen smirked in satisfaction and pressed further, "Then… do you like me?"

"……"

Que Zizhen grew even more silent, even attempting to change the subject: "It seems there’s no precedent for male demons giving birth. Your body…"

"Don’t you know what my body looks like?" Yuan Qichen, failing to extract the answer he wanted, retorted irritably.

Que Zizhen had intended to express concern about his health, but since Yuan Qichen responded this way, he didn’t press further.

After all, he wasn’t a demon and couldn’t fully understand their bodies.

Besides, the world was full of wonders. Perhaps Yuan Qichen was simply one of those uniquely gifted individuals.

"Since you’re fine, I'll get going now."

Yuan Qichen insisted firmly, "You can't leave! Today, you must give me an answer!"

Que Zizhen had no choice but to relent. "Why do you want to know?"

Why so many questions?

The person who liked him was Que Zizhen—someone that, if Yuan Qichen spoke of it, others would think he was slandering Que Zizhen. Was it so strange that he wanted to confirm the truth?

Moreover…

He wanted to hear Que Zizhen admit it—admit that he had fallen for a great demon, that he had fallen from grace and was no longer the aloof, noble Jade Mountain Immortal Lord of Tianshu Palace.

Just thinking about it was exhilarating.

"Que Zizhen, if you’re not going to use that mouth of yours, why not do a good deed and give it to someone who needs it!" Yuan Qichen fumed. "Or just let the inner demon out—he’s much more honest than you."

Yuan Qichen had only said it in a fit of anger, but it was as if the inner demon had heard him.

Que Zizhen’s expression twisted in pain, his eyes shifting emotions before finally settling on a predatory gaze.

Truly, if you yearn for something enough, it will come to pass.

Yuan Qichen: "……"

No need to be so obedient.

It was the first time the inner demon had appeared so abruptly, without a strong desire triggering it. For a moment, it seemed momentarily unsure what to do.

But the moment it laid eyes on Yuan Qichen and their intimate posture, it reached a conclusion—

They were being intimate.

The scenes from Misty Spring Mountain replayed once more, but this time, Yuan Qichen was still in his right mind, half-resisting, half-yielding, putting up only a token struggle.

While being completely devoured, he couldn't help but think: getting Jade Mountain Immortal Lord to speak was next to impossible, yet he never missed a beat when it came to what should or shouldn't be done.

The Inner Demon was far less gentle than Que Zizhen during this act—something Yuan Qichen had found out the hard way fourteen years earlier.

At one point, unable to bear it, Yuan Qichen bit down hard, leaving a nasty bite mark on Que Zizhen’s shoulder that probably wouldn't fade anytime soon.

Que Zizhen would surely notice it once he sobered up.

Or perhaps it was precisely because Yuan Qichen knew he would see it that he put such force into the bite.

…

When Que Zizhen later discovered the truth, his expression was indeed quite a picture. Though it wasn’t the first time they had done this, he acted as if Yuan Qichen had bullied him, fleeing in a panic.

As he left, he even sneaked a glance at Yuan Xiao’s door, looking totally guilty.

Not long after, Yuan Qichen ambled over to find him and called through the door, "My hair ribbon was torn last night. The Immortal Lord could at least compensate me with something to tie my hair."

After what must have been an internal struggle, Que Zizhen finally opened the door for him. Yet the sight that met his eyes still made him swallow hard involuntarily.

Yuan Qichen’s hair was tumbled loose, his body only wrapped in a loose outer robe that faintly revealed traces of red marks. His feet, bare on the floor, were strikingly pale.

After a night of indulgence, his eyes were full of captivating allure, utterly enchanting.

Que Zizhen quickly looked away.

"Zizhen."

Whether it was "Zizhen" or "Immortal Lord," when spoken by Yuan Qichen, it always seemed to carry a unique undertone.

"How will you make it up to me?"

The morning breeze, carrying the dampness of the night dew, added to his charm.

But from the next room came a clamor that shattered the atmosphere.

Without a second thought, Que Zizhen pulled him inside, quickly closing the door. Soon, they heard Yuan Xiao yelling noisily about needing to see Yu Xinchen off, insisting it would be too late if he didn’t leave immediately.

"Alcohol leads to trouble!" Yuan Xiao lamented as he departed.

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Author's Note:

Thank you all so much for your support. I will continue to work hard!