Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 437: Will you marry me?

"Lin Lin, shit," he swore while tapping his communicator but there was a sudden message on the screen stating ’sorry just following orders’.

Luo Muchen, "???"

Qie Xieling stepped into the elevator, his mind filled with vengeance. He pressed the lowest basement floor on the panel. "Fuck, I need a flaming gun to burn that bastard to ash," he said and Jolie couldn’t help but appear.

"And how are you going to fight the palace guards?" she asked while leaning against the elevator walls.

Qie Xieling clenched his jaw tightly before saying, "I will fight them if I have to."

Jolie who knew how many guards were down there, "Okay."

As the doors slid open, he took a step forward and froze when he was confronted by a group of formidable guards adorned in their imposing mech armour. A tense silence hung in the air as their gazes locked, both sides sizing each other up. He wanted to say, "Wrong floor," but something unexpected happened.

The guards suddenly bowed before him, a gesture of deference that he had not anticipated. He had no idea that Luo Muchen had told them that if they saw Qie Xieling they had seen him. This meant he had just as much authority as Luo Muchen had.

"Get me a flaming gun," he commanded, his voice exuding authority.

’Wow, that didn’t take you long. You are already running the show,’ said Jolie and Qie Xieling replied in his head,

’I am just trying to act the part.’

Without hesitation, the guards swiftly handed him a flamethrowing rifle, a weapon befitting his fiery anger. Qie Xieling accepted it, his grip firm and resolute.

"Thank you," he said and stepped into the second elevator, the one that descended solely to the prison beneath the palace. As the elevator descended, Qie Xieling’s presence exuded an aura of cool confidence and undeniable charm as he activated the rifle in his hand. His strides down the corridor were purposeful, every movement a testament to his unwavering resolve.

Finally, he arrived at the door leading to the cell at the far end of the corridor. With a calculated precision, Jolie skillfully hacked into the prison’s security system. With a subtle click, the door obediently swung open, revealing the former king imprisoned within.

Qie Xieling stood there like the angel of death, his gaze fixed upon the fallen monarch. His eyes locked onto the figure strapped to the chair burning with fury.

"Uh, and my son’s home is here hahahaha... I could swear he was in love with Bi Yu," said the former king poking the bear with no regard for his safety. In fact, this was what he wanted. He wanted Qie Xieling to kill him and end his suffering. Death was much better than this.

Qie Xieling’s grip tightened around the flamethrowing rifle, his fingers trembling with anticipation. His boyfriend had been brutally burned alive by his father’s hand, and now it was time for retribution.

The former king’s sinister laughter pierced the silence, echoing off the cold stone walls. "What? You came to finish me off?" he taunted, his voice dripping with twisted delight.

Qie Xieling’s gaze hardened, his eyes burning with an intense fire of their own. "No, death would be too easy for you," he declared, his voice laced with icy determination.

The former king’s expression faltered, a flicker of fear crossing his face as he realised the depths of Qie Xieling’s wrath. He would rather have a clean death instead of agonising pain. "No! No! Help!" he pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice.

A wicked smile stretched across Qie Xieling’s face, a fiendish delight gleaming in his eyes. He raised the flamethrowing rifle, the flames dancing menacingly at its nozzle. Without hesitation, he unleashed a torrent of searing fire, engulfing the former king’s face, chest, and arms.

The room filled with the sickening scent of burning flesh, but he remained unperturbed. The cries of agony only fueled his vengeance further. He pressed harder on the trigger, relishing in the torment he was inflicting.

Suddenly, someone intervened, pulling up the muzzle of the gun, and redirecting the flames towards the ceiling. He turned his head slightly, his eyes widening in disbelief. It was Luo Muchen standing beside him with a stern expression.

As their gazes locked, a mixture of regret and annoyance filled Qie Xieling’s heart. He lowered the flamethrowing rifle, its fiery fury now extinguished. The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the crackling embers and the former king’s agonized moans.

"I," Qie Xieling whispered, his voice filled with a tangle of emotions. "Are you mad at me? This bastard hurt you," he said and Luo Muchen pulled him out of the room before slamming the door of the cell shut with a bang.

Qie Xieling wanted to coax Luo Muchen but he was suddenly pressed against the wall and the guards who were in the corridor were startled. Luo Muchen raised his index finger his intense gaze still locked on Qie Xieling.

The guards turned back giving them space. Qie Xieling felt a little ashamed. His temper sometimes blinded him and he would act irrationally.

"Look I-," he said before Luo Muchen’s palm struck the wall imprisoning him. Qie Xieling said, "Luo Muchen, who are you trying to scare," while Luo Muchen muttered, "Will you marry me?"

Qie Xieling didn’t hear what he said so he asked, "Huh?"

The two of them looked at each other wordlessly for a while. "What did you say?" asked Qie Xieling and Luo Muchen couldn’t repeat it. He kissed Qie Xieling’s lips trying to make him forget what he said.

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"Damn... that kid has game," whispered Luo Shih while digging into a bag of popcorn in Leong Jinn’s lair. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Wen Qinxi who was trying to figure out how to get them out looked at her and asked, "What?"

"Nothing," she said trying to hide the fact that she was watching her son and Qie Xieling in the game. The explicit stuff was heavily censored but the rest wasn’t. They had all agreed not to watch the game but Luo Shih couldn’t help herself. She had been traumatised the last time she saw her son suffocating and wanted to see him. Who would have thought it was like watching a romantic series?

AN: Next Chapter is ready. Happy reading!