The Ice King's Little Trouble Maker-Chapter 547 - 511: I’ll Hit You!

Qiao Yuxian’s room was completely open, with the study and bedroom connected.

The walk-in closet and bedroom were also connected.

As long as the closet door wasn’t closed, she could see the room’s entrance directly from the closet.

Gu Yanjing stood beside Qiao Yuxian, watching as the door that had slammed into the wall from the force bounced back.

Then someone outside the door blocked it with their foot.

Gu Yanjing and Qiao Yuxian looked at the entrance together.

They watched as a woman walked in.

She looked about twenty-seven or twenty-nine.

Wearing a sleeveless black tank top, cargo pants, and Martin boots.

She wore a silver tassel arm bracelet on her left arm.

Red lips, wavy hair.

Deep-set eyes, long eyelashes.

A mix of domineering, beauty, and sensuality.

Her whole presence was aggressive.

Gu Yanjing and Qiao Yuxian looked at her, then both their gazes moved down to the small wooden stick in her right hand.

According to their initial judgment.

This small wooden stick seemed to have been broken off from a tree in the yard, with the leaves freshly removed.

She scanned the room.

Then her gaze landed on Qiao Yuxian.

The moment her gaze settled on Qiao Yuxian.

Qiao Yuxian grabbed Gu Yanjing and started running.

Gu Yanjing was pulled forward, stumbling a step. He looked at their direction of escape, feeling that Qiao Yuxian intended to take him to jump out the window.

But pulling him along, Qiao Yuxian eventually slowed down by a step.

The cool-looking woman had already reached her side, swinging the small wooden stick towards her.

She suddenly dodged, pulling Gu Yanjing around in a half-circle.

The small wooden stick missed her, and the woman continued trying to hit her.

Qiao Yuxian darted around Gu Yanjing to avoid her.

The woman chased around Gu Yanjing.

"Stop," the woman said.

"No," Qiao Yuxian said, spinning around Gu Yanjing again. "Drop what’s in your hand."

"Like hell I will!" the woman said. "Get over here! You’ve grown bolder by the day!"

Gu Yanjing was caught in the middle, helping Qiao Yuxian dodge.

"I haven’t even dealt with you quietly getting married yet. You’ve got some nerve! Went to find Wuqi too!" the woman continued chasing her. "Why don’t you shoot for the stars and flip the sky while you’re at it."

"It’s not like I can reach up there," Qiao Yuxian replied.

"What did you say?!" the woman asked.

"I said nothing!" Qiao Yuxian replied.

"I see you’ve been spoilt by them to the point you don’t know your limits," the woman said. "If you’re really capable, go find Wuqi. In the eyes of an assassin there, there’s only life or death, no win or lose!"

"But I can win here. I won," Qiao Yuxian said.

"Get over here!" the woman shouted.

Gu Yanjing blocked in front of Qiao Yuxian.

The woman couldn’t reach her and paused, looking at Gu Yanjing. "Hello, please step aside."

Gu Yanjing didn’t speak, nor did he move.

The woman looked at him and after two seconds said, "You’re Gu Yanjing, right?"

Gu Yanjing looked at her without speaking.

The woman took a deep breath, stepped back, and tried to plant the wooden stick on the ground. Because it was too short, she ended up tilting forward a bit.

Qiao Yuxian peeked out from behind Gu Yanjing, showing half her face and chuckled quietly.

The woman straightened up, cleared her throat, shot her a look, and introduced herself: "My name is..."

She suddenly paused, as if she had forgotten her own name.

"Huo Yanxin," Qiao Yuxian said.

"Ah, right. Huo Yanxin," Huo Yanxin said. "I haven’t used my Chinese name in so long, I forgot. I’m her sister. More sisterly than any blood sister could be by ten thousand times."

Gu Yanjing glanced down at Qiao Yuxian.

Qiao Yuxian gave him a pitiful look.

"Keep pretending," Huo Yanxin said.

Qiao Yuxian pouted.

Huo Yanxin said, "As her sister, I urgently need to teach her a lesson. Make way."

Qiao Yuxian quickly pulled her head back, standing behind Gu Yanjing.

Gu Yanjing didn’t move.

Seeing this, Huo Yanxin asked, "Not moving?"

Gu Yanjing said nothing, but his inaction said it all.

Huo Yanxin gently took a breath, "Qiao Yuxian, come out."

"No."

Huo Yanxin smiled, gritting her teeth with some menace, "One! Two!"

"Sis, sis, sis, sis..." Qiao Yuxian immediately emerged from behind Gu Yanjing, reaching out to cover her mouth, "Alright, alright. Don’t shout, don’t shout."

After those three counts, if it was known she was injured, about her being Tong Meng, Yao Mountain Island would find out soon.

Huo Yanxin coming meant Yao Mountain Island didn’t yet know about her being Tong Meng.

If they found out, it would be a huge problem.

Plus, whatever Huo Yanxin threatened was likely to be carried out.

As she got close, Huo Yanxin grabbed her right arm, tossed the stick aside, and started hitting her butt with her hand: "You’ve grown brave, going to find Wuqi on your own."

"Sis, sis!" Qiao Yuxian shielded her butt, trying to dodge.

Huo Yanxin’s hand followed her: "How many lives do you have? What did you promise me before?"

Gu Yanjing stood by watching, wanting to help but unable to intervene.

This situation wasn’t particularly appropriate for him to step into.

Besides, Huo Yanxin looked fierce, but her strikes were light.

"Sis." Qiao Yuxian dodged.

Huo Yanxin didn’t know where all her smacks landed, on her butt, lower back, or back, but they weren’t forceful: "What if something happened to you? What about Grandpa? What about this whole group of people?"

"Sis, I’m fine," Qiao Yuxian said.

"But what if you weren’t?" Huo Yanxin said, "That’s Wuqi, not some stray dog on the street."

"I wouldn’t hit street dogs either," Qiao Yuxian said with a smile.

"Still can laugh!" Huo Yanxin said, "Quietly getting married, fine. We don’t care about your private matters. But now you don’t even care about your life?"

"Sis, I know what I’m doing. I..."

"You know nothing!" Huo Yanxin gave her lower back another smack and let her go.

Qiao Yuxian stood in front of her, rubbing her butt and looking at her.

Though Huo Yanxin didn’t hit her hard, she was getting out of breath:

"What happened to your arm?" Huo Yanxin asked.

Qiao Yuxian smiled at her without saying anything.

"This is you knowing what you’re doing? Knowing, and wrapping your arm like that?" Huo Yanxin said.

Qiao Yuxian was at a loss for words.

She’d been relieved that Gu Yanjing hadn’t brought up this subject after arriving.

Yet before the day was over, the topic had been broached.

"I, I, isn’t getting hurt a normal thing?" Qiao Yuxian mumbled.

Gu Yanjing looked towards her.

"What nonsense!" Huo Yanxin exclaimed.

Qiao Yuxian flinched at her loud voice.

"Who’s the idiot who put that idea in your head!" Huo Yanxin said, "I’ll twist their damn neck off."

Qiao Yuxian didn’t reply and just smiled, changing the subject: "Shall we go to the Buddha hall?"

"Women shouldn’t touch each other carelessly," Huo Yanxin teased, withdrawing her arm, "Let’s skip the physical contact."

After a quick glance at Gu Yanjing, she turned and walked away.

Qiao Yuxian looked at Gu Yanjing: "I’ll be back soon."

Huo Yanxin asked as they moved to leave, "How’s that guy?"

"His name is Gu Yanjing," Qiao Yuxian replied.

"Ah, I know," Huo Yanxin said.

"He’s my husband, my prince charming, my husband, the best, the most wonderful," Qiao Yuxian said with a smile.

Huo Yanxin chuckled through gritted teeth: "Still love-struck. Smitten by looks."

"I’m not love-struck; he’s my wonderful husband," Qiao Yuxian protested.

"Sure. Delusional fangirl," Huo Yanxin said with a huff of laughter.

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