Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law-Chapter 1088: Acting!

On the rooftop.

Jiang Feng had no idea that because of his actions, the two women at home were all jittery.

The commotion upstairs just now was naturally because of him.

Engrossed in his practice, the force under his feet wasn’t held back properly, causing the floorboards to vibrate occasionally, which was the source of the noise.

But after a set of Cultivation Technique, Jiang Feng felt refreshed, having discharged much of his irritable mood.

He leapt down from the rooftop, just about to take a shower, but as soon as his feet hit the ground, he suddenly felt a black stick swinging towards the back of his head!

With Jiang Feng’s reflexes, he naturally sensed it at the first moment and could casually strike back the person "ambushing" him!

But just as he was about to hit back with his elbow, he abruptly stopped!

Because, from that familiar fragrance, he already knew the person "attacking" him from behind was Nangong Qingcheng!

This made him feel quite speechless; Nangong Qingcheng wasn’t even asleep at this hour, why was she out here hitting him with a black stick?

Even though her little white hands didn’t have much strength, the sudden strike was still painful!

After withholding the force ready to burst out, Jiang Feng’s head had no choice but to innocently endure Nangong Qingcheng’s fierce knock, and he cooperatively groaned, pretending to be a muddled mess as he fell back.

Intending to tease his silly wife a bit, Jiang Feng changed his expression to ghostly pale as he fell and covered the back of his head with one hand, collapsing directly to the ground.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his eyes widened like bells, staring at Nangong Qingcheng in disbelief!

Then, struggling to squeeze words from his lungs as if at death’s door, he said: "Qingcheng, why...why did you hit me? And with such force, you...!"

At this moment, Nangong Qingcheng was also completely stunned!

She never imagined that the "thief" jumping off the roof was actually Jiang Feng!!

She had been waiting in the house for ages, not seeing anyone sneak in, finally couldn’t resist, and quietly came outside.

But little did she expect, just as she stepped through the door, she saw a shadow drop down from the roof. On instinct, she swung a stick, not knowing that it actually struck Jiang Feng’s head!

"Jiang Feng, how is it you??"

Given Jiang Feng’s incredibly convincing acting, Nangong Qingcheng was thrown into complete confusion. She looked at the wooden stick in her hand, then at Jiang Feng lying on the ground, feeling immensely regretful!

"It really was you on the rooftop? But what were you doing up there? Are you alright, do you need help?"

As she incoherently spoke, Nangong Qingcheng went over and hastily embraced Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng took the opportunity to deeply inhale a few times of Nangong Qingcheng’s captivating fragrance, moving slightly to get more comfortable in her soft and warm embrace.

To make his acting more convincing, he slightly activated his Cultivation Technique, turning his face from "ghostly pale" to flushed, as bead-sized sweat dripped one by one from his forehead, sliding onto Nangong Qingcheng’s jade-like arms.

He spoke in a "feeble" tone, forcing a miserable smile: "Qingcheng, you’re so ruthless...how could you...do this to me? Never mind, I’m...it’s nothing...no need to worry..."

His appearance carried a hint of a warrior’s tragic sacrifice.

"You’re like this and still say it’s nothing?"

Nangong Qingcheng struggled to hold Jiang Feng, her body closely pressed against his at several key points.

But at such a moment, who could care about these things?

Especially seeing Jiang Feng in this state, still trying to comfort her, it almost made Nangong Qingcheng cry with anxiety: "Jiang Feng, I’m really sorry...I didn’t know it was you! Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No, I can’t move right now, moving might make it worse..."

Jiang Feng’s breath gradually weakened, speaking each word with difficulty: "Help me...get to the sofa..."

Hearing Jiang Feng’s words, Nangong Qingcheng panicked even more, losing her own thoughts, following whatever Jiang Feng said.

She carefully supported Jiang Feng inside, then helped him onto the sofa.

Poor Jiang Feng’s over 120 pounds was entirely burdened on Nangong Qingcheng, coupled with anxiety and panic, making her delicate tender body sweat profusely, breathing heavily.

Jiang Feng then realized that Baili Xiyue wasn’t sleeping in the living room tonight, truly heaven-sent, so he acted even more committedly.

Nangong Qingcheng, exhausted, finally got the "weak" Jiang Feng lying down on the sofa, anxiously reaching out her small hand to feel the back of Jiang Feng’s head, checking his injuries.

"Don’t...don’t touch me."

By now, Jiang Feng’s forehead sweat was likely real.

If Nangong Qingcheng actually touched the back of his head and found neither swelling nor bleeding, with her intelligence, she’d immediately realize he was acting.

But Nangong Qingcheng wasn’t that foolish; the more Jiang Feng resisted, the more nervous she got, and her suspicion grew slightly.

Jiang Feng, nonetheless, was quite the resilient guy, wasn’t he? Along with his formidable skills, having been in water struggle all day without incident, could he really be knocked out like this by her one stick?

Jiang Feng seemingly noticed Nangong Qingcheng’s doubt, then pretended to speak with a concealed difficulty: "Qingcheng, I can’t hide it from you anymore, actually...when I was at Jingpo Lake today, I suffered internal injury... I’ve been holding on, not wanting to worry you all...but your stick, made my old injury resurface, I...*cough*...*cough*..."

Talking in broken phrases, Jiang Feng struggled to cough, looking extremely pained.

Now, Nangong Qingcheng finally understood why Jiang Feng appeared so "weak and vulnerable," no longer doubting, her heart tightly twisted.

"Jiang Feng, I’m really sorry..."

Nangong Qingcheng’s face was filled with misery, her eyes brimming with regret, her cold fingers gently stroking Jiang Feng’s cheek amidst tears.

If given another chance to choose, she’d never have swung that stick. Now that Jiang Feng was injured because of her, her heart ached intensely!

At this moment, she even impulsively resolved that if Jiang Feng really got seriously hurt or faced life-threatening danger because of her, she’d join him in death, following him to the afterlife!

"*cough*...Qingcheng, I said, it’s not your fault..."

Jiang Feng seemingly saw through Nangong Qingcheng’s thoughts, squeezing a rather ugly yet noble smile.

He tremulously reached out a hand, gently stroking Nangong Qingcheng’s soft and dark hair, lightly coughing: "It was unintentional, think of us as husband and wife, even if I really died by your hand, I...I wouldn’t hold a grudge..."