Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 500: Getting a massage

Luo Muchen stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow over the room. Zi Mixen’s heart raced as she watched him, her voice quivering with desperation. "Please, Chen-ge do not change your mind. I beg you, marry me. I am willing to sacrifice everything for your happiness."

As he made his way towards the door, Luo Muchen turned back with an unreadable expression. Before he was open to the idea but now he was very resistant. Zi Mixen was the key to helping him reach his goal and consolidate his power. Both the Lee and Zhang family would respect him but the cost was starting to seem higher than before.

"Take care of your health," he said before walking out of the room. He suddenly had the urge to see Qie Xieling thus he turned to the stairs with Bo Ailun who had been eavesdropping before following behind with a curious look on his face.

"Young master, are you really going to cancel the wedding? If she reports to her father it won’t be good," he said seeming very concerned for him.

Luo Muchen knew he meant well thus he didn’t get upset with him for meddling. "I won’t... I will do my duty," he said but his voice was filled with uncertainty. Bo Ailun could feel something had changed but he didn’t want to push it.

Luo Muchen stood on top of the stairs and said, "Find us a nice clean restaurant that can accommodate everyone."

Bo Ailun soon forgot to be nosy and nodded his head vigorously before dashing down the stairs.

Luo Muchen walked over to the door and told the men they could leave. After they left he raised his hand to unlock the door but his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. He had left Qie Xieling alone yet he could hear that he was speaking to someone and from the sound of it it was a woman’s voice. Yes, Qie Xieling was a ger but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get hit on by a woman. His half sister had proved that to him already. He tried to make out what they were saying but soon the voices stopped before sounds of gasping air and satisfied groans followed after. Luo Muchen’s assumptions immediately turned dark.

"Ah, this feels so good. Right there ah you are a gift sent to me by the heavens... mmm..."

Soon a woman’s voice said, "Hey, try and keep your voice down a little."

Did Qie Xieling listen? Nope! He continued saying, "Oh, that’s amazing... Oh god, a bit firmer would be appreciated... no one does it like you," and Luo Muchen’s eyes widened. What did he mean by that? Was that what Qie Xieling told all his clients in the past? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He fumbled with the key, his mind racing with questions. Without a second thought, Luo Muchen barged into the room, ready to confront whatever illicit scene he was about to encounter.

As the door creaked open, he was met with an unexpected scene making him freeze in his tracks. Qie Xieling was lying on the bed his expression relaxed while his maid servant was stepping on his back, exerting pressure that seemed excruciating.

Luo Muchen crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene in front of him. The two of them acted like they hadn’t seen him at all as they carried on. Qie Xieling’s gaze met his, but instead of guilt or surprise, he held a look as if Luo Muchen was the one disturbing them.

"If you wanted a massage you could have just told me," he said and Qie Xieling sat up slightly while saying,

"You will break my back if you step on it," he said before lying back down. "Go make yourself useful elsewhere."

Jolie chuckled before saying, "Yes, we are busy. Go away."

Luo Muchen, "..."

He was seriously at a loss. Most gers he knew were reserved but his ger chased him away like he was the light bulb in this situation. "Okay, so I guess you don’t want to eat then," he said before pretending to leave.

Jolie jumped off Qie Xieling’s back and put on her shoes in haste. "Well, why didn’t you say it before?" Qie Xieling raised his head and saw his loyal JieJie run out the door at the mention of food. He got up too and put on his brocade boots before saying, "Wait for me," but when he tried to leave through the door, Luo Muchen blocked his path while staring at him.

Qie Xieling hadn’t properly fixed the lapel of his robe. He could clearly see the bright hickeys which was a huge contrast to his pale skin. Qie Xieling looked down at his clothes and asked, "What is it?"

Luo Muchen stretched out his hand and touched Qie Xieling’s shoulder his thumb rubbing the hickey at the bottom of his neck. "Why do you let others touch you?" asked Luo Muchen speaking from his heart. By the time he had realised what he said it was too late to take his words back. He only thought he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Qie Xieling’s brow arched and he chuckled softly before whispering, "If my husband doesn’t like it... I won’t let anyone touch me," his voice alluring.

Luo Muchen swallowed as he stared at his bruised lip that he had marked earlier. The thirst that he had suppressed prior resurfaced. The electrical current that crackled between them was a palpable force as potent as electricity itself. Luo Muchen’s lips quirked slightly and he took a step forward. Qie Xieling took a cautious step back, his heart pounding in his ears, threatening to burst through his chest at any moment.

Luo Muchen’s eyes revealed desire and longing beneath their surface, the blistering passion just waiting for its chance to strike like a thunderbolt. As he reached out to touch the lapel of Qie Xieling’s robe, he hesitated ever so slightly before pulling back. Qie Xieling’s eyes were half closed expecting a kiss but instead of indulging himself, Luo Muchen, he fixed Qie Xieling’s clothing as if nothing had happened. "Let’s go," he said his voice low-pitched and slightly hoarse.

Qie Xieling, "..."