Empress Fu Yao [Volume 2] (Completed)✔

His Return

"I'll kill you both, I'll kill you both–––" the voice screeched, its owner seemingly kicking and struggling about. The window was opened and the morning breeze poured in, wave after wave.

Meng Fuyao yawned and stretched lazily before rubbing her eyes. While deciding on the torture equipment that she was going to use on this evil guest, she heard a clear voice saying, "Your body's really no joke, Miss Meng. A whole night of battle? Looks like my presence is unnecessary."

Meng Fuyao turned stiff and opened an eye carefully. 'The man with a poisonous tongue is back.'

Zong Yue, dressed in white, stood before the window, appearing like a sparklingly lofty snow mountain in front of the Bougainvillea-filled background. Beside him was a colorfully-dressed Ya Lanzhu.

Meng Fuyao stared at them, mouth wide opened. What was going on? How did they meet and why had they appeared together?

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Amid her sluggish state, she felt that something was amiss. Upon further observation, she noticed that their gazes were fishy. The girl resembled an angry wildcat, while the man had an icy, mocking expression on his face.

Mocking?

Meng Fuyao slowly regained awareness, following the direction of their gaze...

"Ah!"

"Mother! Sleeping is one thing, but why did you have to remove your clothes, Zhan Beiye?" Meng Fuyao flew into a rage, grabbing her quilt and smashing it onto his face. "You flasher!"

Light reflected off the soft satin fabric and onto Zhan Beiye's naked body. He only had a pair of underpants on, and the distinct abs on his inverted triangle upper body were on full display. His legs were shamelessly placed on her body. It was no wonder the quilt had been so heavy earlier.

In other words, the bed scene had been witnessed by Zhan Beiye's persistent suitor and Meng Fuyao's friend. In their eyes, they had shared a bed, and their clothes, or lack thereof, was telling.

'Ah, ah, ah... reputation in crisis... ah, ah, ah, it doesn't pay to be soft-hearted,' Meng Fuyao thought to herself while beating on her chest in frustration and in humiliation.

Feeling the quilt hit his face, Zhan Beiye finally opened his eyes lazily. His freshly opened eyes appeared exceptionally shiny and gorgeous. He eyed the guests outside before grabbing Meng Fuyao's hand to stop her. Unsurprised he greeted, "You two are here early."

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"Zh...zh... zhan..." Ya Lanzhu screamed threateningly, "Y... yo... you–––"

"I was just sleeping. That's all," Zhan Beiye interrupted directly. "You've been rude, little princess. Barging into someone's bedroom isn't something someone of your noble status should do."

He glanced over at Zong Yue, who added, "As a physician, I'm always anxious, so it's natural for me to rush into a patient's room like this. You, on the other hand... this isn't your room, is it?"

"Right, I don't know how he came in, and why he stripped–––" Meng Fuyao cut in.

"I didn't ask you," Zong Yue responded without looking at her. "There's no point asking you. 'Sleeping is one thing,' isn't it?"

Meng Fuyao shut her mouth, stroking her nose. 'What luck,' she thought. Why had people with clashing personalities appeared at the same time? Plus, why was Zong Yue so angry? Although he looked exhausted and miserable, was it their fault? How could he vent it on them?

Zhan Beiye laughed, revealing his white teeth. "It's not my room now, but it will soon be," he explained to Zong Yue with a soft smile. "All the rooms she has slept in will all become my bedrooms."