Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 478: Osmanthus cake incident

"But... there is no door," said Bi Yize while looking back. He knew that Qie Xieling was still mad at him about his sister slapping him. He was the one who convinced him to come with him on this trip yet he let his sister hurt him. He couldn’t help but feel responsible.

"I brought you a wet cloth to wipe your face... and some water," he said and Qie Xieling continued ignoring him. Maybe this man would finally take a hint and leave. Bi Yize watched Qie Xieling’s back rising and falling softly. He looked like a wounded pup throwing a tantrum. He didn’t want to aggravate Qie Xieling further so he said, "I will place it here when you need it."

Bi Yize sighed as he placed the wet cloth and a soothing ointment on the seat beside Qie Xieling before quietly retreating. Time dragged on, and Qie Xieling continued to sulk, lost in his own sea of thoughts. But then, his ears perked up as the soft sound of the curtain being opened drew his attention.

He tried to suppress his emotions but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He sat up and said, "Didn’t I tell you to leave," only to find just the floating curtain and no one else.

Qie Xieling’s brows knitted and he saw a package covered in a cloth tied with a knot at the entrance of the carriage. He placed his feet on the floor and reached out to pick it up.

It seemed quite heavy. Qie Xieling placed it on the side table of the carriage only to notice a wet cloth and ointment set on the table. He couldn’t understand why Bi Yize would leave stuff on the side table and some on the floor.

He untied the knot and took a look inside. It was filled with a bunch of ointments, a box and something wrapped tightly on oil paper. Curious, he peeled off layers of oil paper and inside was an osmanthus cake. It was a sweet-scented pastry with a sweet and soft waxy appearance. Qie Xieling took a hesitant bite. The delicate sweetness of the osmanthus flowers infused into the cake gently tantalised his taste buds, leaving a lingering floral aroma. The texture of the cake was soft and moist, melting in his mouth. The combination of the fragrant osmanthus flavour and the tender texture created a truly pleasurable sensation, evoking a sense of indulgence and appreciation for culinary artistry.

Qie Xieling’s pupils widened like he had had the taste of the holy grail. He was a little surprised that Bi Yize would know his tastes that well. While he was biting into a second piece Jolie burst in, panting as if she had been chased by ghosts and demons.

"Lin Lin!" Jolie exclaimed, her voice breaking from breathlessness. "I brought you some snacks, elixirs, and a warm blanket. Thought they might cheer you up." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Qie Xieling’s lips twitched with a faint smile as he watched Jolie place everything on his lap. Outside Qie Xieling could hear someone yelling, "Thief! Stop that thief. Where did they go?!" before they ran off to keep searching.

"You stole this?" he asked while wiping the remaining blood off his face with the cloth and Jolie smiled like a sly fox.

"How else do you think I was going to get your compensation? Ask nicely. Not a chance," she said and Qie Xieling condoned her thievery.

"Do you want some of this... I think it’s osmanthus cake," offered Qie Xieling handing her a small piece.

Jolie wasn’t polite. She took it while saying, "Who gave it to you? Was it that idiot Bi Yize."

Qie Xieling nodded his head. "He dropped it off just now. That’s one good thing he did today."

Jolie’s eyes shone like stars after that one bite. The taste was so addictive that she couldn’t resist gobbling it all up. Once it was gone there was a look of regret on her face. She glanced at Qie Xieling and Qie Xieling who was packing away the rest of the cake for later noticed her boring gaze. "What?" he asked and Jolie smiled while stretching out her hand.

"More please," she said trying to act cute but Qie Xieling was no sucker.

"No, did you get slapped? I was being generous giving you that one who pulled out Bi Yu’s hair."

Jolie’s shoulders slumped as she said softly, "Oh." This weak appearance made him let his guard down which was a big mistake. Jolie lunged forward while yelling, "Don’t be stingy. You can go ask for more."

Qie Xieling protected his cake with his dear life. His palms pressed on Jolie’s cheek he tried pushing her away but she was feral. Her fingertips were brushing against the oil paper. Qie Xieling who initially wanted to savour the rest of it had no choice but to shove it all into his mouth almost choking.

If this was what it was like having siblings then he was glad he didn’t have any. Jolie felt so dejected. She pouted her lips while glaring at him. Qie Xieling was still chewing with no remorse.

"You can have this," he finally said showing him the dried meat. Jolie being so picky refused and stormed out.

Qie Xieling, "..."

He shrugged his shoulders and continued to eat. Meanwhile, Jolie went outside to find Bi Yize. She decided to go to the source and then come back and eat it in front of Qie Xieling. When she got there he was sitting at the campfire his sister sitting next to him complaining.

"Ge... you can’t keep him here. If mother and father find out they will punish you. He even let his maidservant hit me," she said looking so pitiful her eyes red and swollen.

"You hit him first... Let me worry about mother and father. You just keep your mouth shut," he said his expression dark.

"Then if that’s the case can I go and talk to Luo Muchen?... You get to fraternize with Qie Xieling so why can’t flirt with Young Master Luo," she asked and Bi Yize glanced at her the look of annoyance on his face obvious.

When he raised his head he found the young girl always by Qie Xieling’s side standing there looking at him with a creepy stare.

Bi Yu, engrossed in conversation with her brother, didn’t notice Jolie’s approach immediately. Her long, slender nails caught the flickering firelight, their sharpness glinting ominously.

Suddenly, Bi Yu’s gaze shifted, her eyes locking onto Jolie’s figure. In an instant, her expression contorted with rage. Without a moment’s hesitation, she lunged forward, her claw-like nails aimed right at Jolie’s throat.