Chapter 71 Doubting Sincerity

Chapter 71: Doubting His Sincerity

Meng Shu, for the first time, didn't chase after him.

He stayed alone in the yard, letting the cold wind chill him for half an hour to calm his overheated mind.

There was no need to fall deeply in love with each other; Ling Qingjue only needed to be a proud cat, just letting him chase after him.

He didn't need to respond.

After standing in the cold wind for a while, Meng Shu sneezed, wrapped his thin clothes tighter, and headed back to his room to sleep.

A quest prompt flashed in front of him: "Warning! Your current quest is life-threatening. Please handle it immediately!"

The bright red text filled his entire vision. Meng Shu was baffled—wasn't he on Ling Qingjue's 40-affinity quest? How could there be a life-threatening danger?

"Ten minutes until death. Please handle it immediately!"

Meng Shu jumped up high. "What task did I even take on?!"

"You are currently carrying out the 40 affinity task for the character Ling Qingjue."

"Then why am I going to die?!"

"Nine minutes until death. Please handle it immediately!"

The warnings flooded in. Meng Shu’s face went pale with fear. He had no idea what he had done wrong. "What did I do? Everything was fine just now. How is my life suddenly in danger?"

"Warning!"

"Warning!"

"Warning!"

A stream of warnings blocked his sight. Meng Shu sucked in a sharp breath. As expected of Ling Qingjue, ranked number one in difficulty to conquer—even a simple affinity task could kill him.

But how the hell was he going to die?!

Who would kill him?!

Could he die just by standing in his own yard?

Who would dare to mess around in Ling Qingjue’s yard?

A terrifying thought formed in his mind. Meng Shu’s back went cold, and he shivered uncontrollably.

Behind him, it felt as if a gaze as sharp as icicles was fixed on him.

Meng Shu, as if compelled, turned his head and glanced at the small balcony on the second floor.

His legs instantly went limp.

Ling Qingjue was standing there, glowering at him ominously!

The black hair falling over his forehead partially covered his brows. His emerald eyes flickered like ghost fire, giving off a bone-chilling coldness.

There was no smile on his face; his gaze was icy cold, and his lips were pressed into a hard line.

Even from such a distance, Meng Shu could clearly sense the killing intent emanating from him.

Ling Qingjue had murderous intentions toward him.

Why?

Meng Shu stood dumbfounded in the wind. He lifted his chin defiantly. "You…"

Ling Qingjue did not avoid his gaze. On the small balcony filled with lush greenery and flowers, only a dim lamp lit a small part of his face.

He leaned on the balcony railing, his long fingers tapping a steady rhythm—he was deciding whether to take action.

Before telling Meng Shu about his past, he had already warned that if Meng Shu dared to quit halfway, he'd make him die horribly.

He'd been angry for half an hour, and Meng Shu still hadn't come to comfort him—he had no real feelings for him!

If someone dared to toy with the feelings of the Demon King Cat Head, then he deserves to die.

But he could give Meng Shu one more chance. If Meng Shu came upstairs right now to apologize and actually woo him, he would spare his life.

"Warning! Eight minutes until death!"

Meng Shu stiffly shifted. So it really was Ling Qingjue who wanted him dead.

He suddenly felt completely crushed. As expected, nobody liked him. In his original world, no one liked him; everyone would leave him.

Even after coming to this world and giving it his all to love Ling Qingjue, Ling Qingjue still wanted to kill him.

Was he really that unlovable?

Meng Shu wanted to laugh, but couldn't. He seemed to lose all strength in an instant. Without uttering a word, he silently sat back on the swing.

Fine, just kill me. It's not like I'll live much longer.

Ling Qingjue had expected Meng Shu to come up and coax him, but instead, he just sat down!

The angrier he got, the more his killing intent faded, and he teleported directly in front of Meng Shu. Grabbing him by the collar, he exploded, "Can't you see I'm pissed? Cheer me up!"

Meng Shu was jerked up, totally bewildered. "I, I…"

I really don't know what you're angry about!

"Are you a block of wood? I'm about to blow my top and you can't even tell?"

"Then… sorry?" Meng Shu didn't know what he had done wrong, but apologized on reflex. "I was wrong?"

"What did you do wrong?"

This feels way too familiar!

Meng Shu racked his brain and ventured, "Is it because of the bet with the Cow Cat?"

"And?"

"Uh… for not coaxing you in time?"

"And?"

Meng Shu felt like crying. He'd rather be killed than grilled like this. "And, and… there's more?"

What the hell else is there?!

Ling Qingjue took a deep breath, yanking him closer, and said through gritted teeth, "You must be sincere with me. If you dare to play me, Meng Shu, I'll show you what real torture is."

"I am, I swear, completely sincere," Meng Shu nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice, afraid of provoking his anger again. "I like you the most. You're my first crush, and of course, the first cat I've ever liked."

Ling Qingjue looked him straight in the eye for a long moment, then loosened his grip on his collar.

"Alert canceled."

"Affection mission (40 points) still in progress."

Meng Shu was scared out of his wits—dating is seriously dangerous!

Ling Qingjue lifted his chin, his expression cold and proud, with no room for discussion: "From now on, when I'm angry, come and appease me immediately. Don't play the silent treatment with me."

"What, me? I wouldn't dare!" Meng Shu felt so wronged—he hadn't even realized Ling Qingjue was mad. It had only been half an hour—how was that a silent treatment?

But Ling Qingjue was a master of being unreasonable, raising an eyebrow at him. "You'd better not."

Meng Shu nodded again. "Mm-hmm, I won't, I won't."

He shamelessly begged, "Don't be mad, please. I won't do it again."

Ling Qingjue scrutinized him intently. His cold eyes and pale lips seemed forever yielding and tolerant, but Ling Qingjue had a nagging feeling that Meng Shu wasn't being sincere.

If he really liked him, why didn't he think about their future?

He hated this feeling.

But he couldn't say these words out loud. His chest was still tight with anger.

Ling Qingjue calmed down a little and said indifferently, "Go to sleep."

Meng Shu rubbed his nose. "Then I'll go back to my world."

"...Hmph."

Running away after a fight—Lord Hero was just a deserter.

Meng Shu added, "I'll come back tomorrow. For sure."

Ling Qingjue asked, "Will you really come back?"

"Of course." Meng Shu smiled as he stepped back. "Cat, see you tomorrow."