Chapter 46 Who the Hell Fights While Hugging?

Chapter 46: Who Argues While Still Cuddling?

Thinking this, he didn't hesitate and went for it.

As Ling Jue's handsome face drew closer before her, the image that suddenly flashed in Qin Shuyi's mind was the photo on Tao Wangxi's phone—the one of Ling Jue holding a woman in a half-embrace under ambiguous lighting.

At the very last second before their lips met, she frowned, turning her face aside.

The kiss landed on the side of her jaw.

That tiny movement caused a tense silence in the private room for a second.

She was resisting, and Ling Jue sensed her pulling away.

His narrow, peach-blossom eyes swirled with dark emotion as he stared her down for a long time.

In the end, though, he just clenched his fist and said nothing.

He held a shrimp up to her lips with his chopsticks. "Try it."

Qin Shuyi turned her head away.

Ling Jue didn't lower the chopsticks, speaking nonchalantly, "If you want to stick around here all night, I can keep you company."

Qin Shuyi glared at him.

Ling Jue smiled. This lively hatred was better than her icy avoidance.

Qin Shuyi held back, but couldn't resist saying, "Between hounding your ex and going on blind dates with others, does your new girlfriend know about all this?"

Ling Jue's brows furrowed. "What new girlfriend?"

A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Qin Shuyi's lips. "Right, I forgot. The 'girlfriend' label is a big deal for you. So, fuck buddies and female companions don't deserve respect, is that it? Or is the shelf life of your relationships so short it only lasts two days?"

Ling Jue's face darkened. He put down his chopsticks, gripped her chin with one hand, and turned her face back toward him. "If you have something to say, say it straight, Qin Shuyi. I don't have any fuck buddies or female companions."

Qin Shuyi looked into his eyes. "I saw it. A photo of you holding a woman at a club."

She grabbed his wrist, equally fierce. "I told you before, I'm very particular. I only do exclusive relationships. We've broken up. I can't control you, and I don't want to. But don't you dare disgust me."

Her words were barbed, and Ling Jue was absolutely livid.

Only Qin Shuyi could infuriate him like this. "Explain yourself clearly. What am I doing to disgust you? When did I ever hold a woman? And where is this woman?"

Qin Shuyi sneered. "With all the women you have, how would I know who she is?"

"Fuck!"

The chair beside them was suddenly sent flying by Ling Jue's kick, crashing against the wall with a loud bang.

Qin Shuyi, sitting on his lap, jolted, her body swaying from his violent movement.

Ling Jue grabbed her waist, holding her steady on his lap, his tone thick through gritted teeth. "If you don't explain clearly today, don't even think about leaving here."

He had never blown up like this in front of Qin Shuyi before. She looked at him with shock in her eyes.

But Ling Jue just held her coldly with one arm, his face still wearing the anger of having been insulted.

"Talk. What photo? What did she look like? What was she wearing? I'll dig three feet underground to find her and see what kind of filthy thing she is."

Hearing him say this, Qin Shuyi hesitated.

If there really was something, given Ling Jue's personality, he would probably disdain lying. Could it really be a misunderstanding?

She pursed her lips. "Forget it. Fine, let's say you're telling the truth. Then there isn't anyone."

"What do you mean, 'let's say you're telling the truth'?" Ling Jue was practically steaming.

Qin Shuyi wanted to drop it, but he refused to let it go.

Did she really think he'd go for just anybody?

He'd been living more chastely than a monk lately. To be falsely accused for no reason—what the hell?

He glared at her, not speaking, not letting her get off his lap.

Qin Shuyi closed her eyes. "What's the point? If it's not her, there will be someone else eventually. It's only a matter of time."

Ling Jue was so angry his heart felt like someone had tied several tight knots in it, twisting and throbbing.

"It is necessary. If you're going to accuse me, then produce the evidence. When have I ever played around with women behind your back?"

Qin Shuyi's chest heaved. "At the club. A woman in a cyan cheongsam."

Ling Jue's memory was decent. He quickly dredged up a vague image from his mind—Miao Yan, the woman who had been sent to him as a substitute for Qin Shuyi.

He was burning with anger.

"I never touched her!"

So there really was such a person.

Qin Shuyi lowered her eyes.

Ling Jue wanted to curse again.

With a grim face, he made a call right in front of her. "Get me the surveillance footage from private room 302 at Yunxi Club two days ago. Send it to my phone. Hurry up."

The person on the other end, probably facing Ling Jue's wrath for the first time, stammered a terrified "Yes, sir."

After hanging up, the atmosphere in the room plummeted to freezing point.

The servers bringing the dishes arrived again.

The same two as before.

The moment they entered, they sensed the tense atmosphere and unconsciously stiffened, moving even more quietly and carefully.

It was still the same couple, still in the same position.

But earlier, they had been sweet and intimate, the woman nestling her head against the man's chest, the man wearing an indulgent, doting smile.

Now, not long after, one had a cold face, the other hung her head. Though still sitting in the other's arms, their bodies were separated by a few inches, ignoring each other.

The servers thought to themselves, Is dating these days always this dramatic?

But then again, who argues while still cuddling?

Unaware of their rich inner commentary, Ling Jue and Qin Shuyi remained locked in their standoff until the servers left. Facing a table full of dishes, neither of them touched their chopsticks.

Qin Shuyi couldn't eat comfortably with her waist held so tightly, while Ling Jue was simply too furious to have any appetite.

So in her head, he was just a total dirtbag?

And he could just move on to someone new the second they broke up?

Had the year they spent together, during which he remained faithful, counted for absolutely nothing?

A message notification on his phone finally shattered the icy silence in the private room.

He tapped open the video sent over, slapped his phone down coldly on the table, positioning it so Qin Shuyi had a perfect view.

He hadn't stayed long in the private room that day. Those fools had tried to use a woman to curry favor from the start. He had gotten angry and left soon after Miao Yan arrived.

The video, crystal clear, showed his entire entry and exit.

You could see Miao Yan had been shoved toward Ling Jue, but he had dodged before she could touch him. There was no physical contact between them.

The photo Qin Shuyi saw was just a sneaky trick of the camera angle, with the image quality deliberately blurred.

The video proved Ling Jue had been framed.

As the video ended, he gave a cold, humorless laugh.

Qin Shuyi blinked.

She patted the arm locked around her waist like an iron band.

Ling Jue snorted, his face like thunder.

He turned his face away, refusing to look at her.

"Let me down. I want to sit in my chair," Qin Shuyi said.

But these words enraged Ling Jue. His eyebrows shot up, and he tightened his grip, crushing her against him.

"Qin Shuyi, do you really want me dead?"

His eyes were red, his voice gritted out between clenched teeth.

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