Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 508: Virtual grandparents

Luo Muchen was so pleased with himself that he leaned closer and kissed his lips the spiciness from his wife’s lips lingering on his mouth.

Qie Xieling was a little surprised. Wasn’t this too eager? If he knew all it took to get this kind of attention was making love to Luo Muchen then when he got out of this game he would push him down immediately and ravish him till he was crying out husband sweetly.

Qie Xieling licked his lips the predatory look on his face uncanny. Luo Muchen felt his heart jolt and his chrysanthemum subconsciously clenched. He had a feeling that the moment he turned his back the hunter would become the hunted.

After chatting it up for a while Qie Xieling lay down on the bed, feeling drained from tonight’s events. Luo Muchen had gone down to pack away the dishes.

As Qie Xieling closed his eyes, he heard the door creak open. Luo Muchen entered the room and took off his outer robe before entering the bed and gently cradling him in his arms.

Qie Xieling’s lips quirked slightly. He hoped that in the real world, he could get along with Luo Muchen just like this. He would put a ring on him and keep all those perverts who coveted him at bay. Qie Xieling laughed at himself. He was also one of those perverts. Fine, so he would eliminate all the perverts and become the only pervert in Luo Muchen’s life.

Luo Muchen moved closer and suddenly whispered into his ear. "I won’t marry anyone else... Lin Lin. You’re the only one for me," Luo Muchen murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. He had no idea why he called him that. Maybe it was because he had heard Qie Xieling’s maidservant call him that.

Qie Xieling’s ears flushed with warmth as he turned to look at the wall, feeling a mix of emotions stirring within him. Still snippy from the recent arguments, Qie Xieling managed to threaten him. "If you ever remarry, I... you will never see me again," he said, his voice hoarse.

Luo Muchen’s body tensed at these words, the fear of losing Qie Xieling gripping his heart. He held him tighter, his voice filled with desperation. "I promise I won’t marry Zi Mixen. You’re the one I want, the only one I need," Luo Muchen assured him, his own vulnerability showing through his usually composed demeanour.

Qie Xieling closed his eyes with a contented look on his face. Maybe it was because of this that his dreams were exciting. He dreamt Luo Muchen hugging him from behind calling him baby while his father fainted in anger. The dream was so interesting that he didn’t want to wake up. When he finally stirred from his sleep, the late morning light filtering through the curtains, he reached out to Luo Muchen instinctively, only to find the other side of the bed empty and the sheets had long grown cold. Confusion clouded his mind momentarily, and then it hit him, Luo Muchen wasn’t in bed.

An inexplicable sense of panic filled his heart as he sat up but he calmed himself thinking that Luo Muchen might have gone to get him breakfast or something. Rubbing his eyes, Qie Xieling sat up and noticed the letter placed neatly on the nightstand. He took it and was about to open it when the door opened and Jolie staggered into the room, her head pulsing with each step. Her hand rubbed her temple as she winced at the sunlight streaming through the window.

"What happened to you?" askef Qie Xieling while opening the letter.

Jolie who was experiencing the worst hangover complained, "That bastard Ailun kept giving me drinks and challenging me. Wu wu wu last night I got so drunk that I have no idea how I got back. They didn’t even care that I was underage. That’s against the law, right?"

Qie Xieling, "..."

"Not in the game I guess. Why did you accept it though? You know you aren’t a good drinker?" said Qie Xieling and Jolie wailed while collapsing onto the bed beside him.

Qie Xieling’s fingers trembled as he clenched the paper tightly his eyes scanning the words. The familiar handwriting brought a rush of conflicting emotions. His eyes bloodshot and weary, looked up from the letter in his hand. His gaze met Jolie’s, filled with a mix of exhaustion and disbelief. "That bastard," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "I am going to kill him."

Jolie frowned, trying to focus as she glanced at the letter. The words hit her like a ton of bricks, instantly sobering her up. She reached out and took the letter, scanning the words.

"After everything we did last night, he still left me. What an asshole. When I get my hands on him I am going t-," cried out Qie Xieling wishing he could tear apart the letter. Jolie was about to tell him to stop making a ruckus because it was giving her a headache when she heard what he said.

"Wait wait wait," said Jolie interrupting her. She turned to look at him and continued to say, "What did you two do last night?"

Qie Xieling, "???"

He shut his mouth looking so guilty. He had on the same face when he was caught watching porn. His face was steaming hot like it was on fire.

Jolie didn’t need him to say it. It was written all over his face. "Oh my god, you didn’t. You let him go all the way?! Shit, even your cinnabar mole under your eye is vibrant almost dripping blood. It used to be dull before," she said and Qie Xieling stood up abruptly looking for the mirror. He thought Jolie was just making fun of him but she was right. It used to be dull and almost no different to any other mole but now it was as red as blood.

Qie Xieling crouched down his hands covering his head but because he was still in pain he couldn’t help but wince. He couldn’t even throw a tantrum in peace.

Jolie felt sorry for him but who told him to be an idiot and let Luo Muchen go all the way? She was pretty sure it didn’t take much convincing for Jolie to agree yet Luo Muchen knew the entire time that he would be leaving him behind.

"Welp, what use is it to cry over spilt milk? If you get pregnant you get pregnant. I sure hope your dads will be happy to be virtual grandparents.

Qie Xieling, "..."