Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 452 - 427: Jun, Your Liangsheng: Cherished Treasure

Chapter 452: Chapter 427: Jun, Your Liangsheng: Cherished Treasure

"Walked in." Huo Shaojun raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I know you walked in! But how did you open the door?" Jian Liangtong widened her eyes.

Huo Shaojun squinted, staring at her astonished little face without speaking.

Jian Liangtong blinked, thinking of a possibility, and asked tentatively, "Was it Bai Qiao?"

Huo Shaojun suddenly lay back on the bed, one hand under his head, and gazed hauntingly at Jian Liangtong, "Not too dumb, are you?"

"..." Jian Liangtong was speechless! Bai Qiao, you traitor!

In fact, since the last press conference, she had noticed that Bai Qiao was always secretly contacting Huo Shaojun, sometimes calling several times a day. She had no idea what there was to talk about between two grown men!

But speaking of the press conference...

Jian Liangtong’s eyes flickered uneasily, and she sat up cross-legged, her gaze flashing as she looked at Huo Shaojun, whispering, "About last time, thank you."

"Last time?" Huo Shaojun looked at Jian Liangtong as if puzzled.

Jian Liangtong twitched her mouth, "Bai Qiao told me everything, that you personally asked Hou Wenxuan to help clarify the rumors for me and also secured Bai Qiao’s role as the second male lead."

Huo Shaojun had been staring at her the whole time, his eyes seemingly full of patience and gentleness, and in a husky voice, he asked, "So, how do you plan to thank me?"

Thank you?

Jian Liangtong looked at him, "Can’t I just say it verbally?"

Huo Shaojun looked at her serious face and almost laughed.

Pressing his lips together, Huo Shaojun said, "No way."

"Then how do you want me to thank you?" Jian Liangtong spread her hands.

Huo Shaojun’s cold eyes suddenly narrowed, and his strong, tall body swiftly sat up from the bed, clasping Jian Liangtong’s shoulders and pressing her onto the bed. In an instant, their foreheads and noses were so close they were touching, and their bodies were almost seamlessly close together.

Jian Liangtong’s breath caught, her heart racing wildly. She stared wide-eyed at him, both confused and nervous, and stammered, "What, what do you want to do again?"

"Thank you," his magnetic, husky voice dropped, and his soft lips descended upon hers.

Feeling Jian Liangtong begin to struggle again, Huo Shaojun tightened his long eyebrows and barked, "No refusing!"

"..." Jian Liangtong was stunned into submission by his shout.

Huo Shaojun wrapped one arm around Jian Liangtong’s shoulders, while his other hand circled her slender waist, lifting her, making her more directly feel his reaction towards her.

Jian Liangtong gasped in shock, it was truly terrifying!

Huo Shaojun’s kiss grew rough again, his arms entwining Jian Liangtong so tightly it seemed like he wanted to crush her.

Jian Liangtong found it unbearable, and amidst his lips, she said with difficulty, "You’re hurting me."

Huo Shaojun paused, his arms slowly loosened, yet his cold eyes glaring at Jian Liangtong were frighteningly bright.

Jian Liangtong, her heart fluttering, weakly propped her hands against his pressing chest, her breath unsteady, "Huo Shaojun, you- you can’t keep doing this to me."

Huo Shaojun’s dark red eyes flared up suddenly, biting down hard on her lip, "Why can’t I?"

Seeing him become frightening again, Jian Liangtong’s gums trembled, "What are you to me? You’re neither my boyfriend nor my husband, you- you can’t casually treat me like this."

Jian Liangtong, after stuttering this sentence, felt utterly defeated.

The man above her was unbelievably moody, sometimes gentle as water, sometimes terrifyingly fierce, she had no clue when he would switch between states.

Jian Liangtong held her breath, trembling as she watched him.

Huo Shaojun’s lips hovered above hers, his cold eyes deeply fixated on her, seemingly contemplating her question seriously.

Eventually, he lightly furrowed his brows and said, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"..." Jian Liangtong was dumbfounded for a second, warily shook her head.

"A husband?"

Jian Liangtong’s eye twitched slightly, but she still shook her head.

"So, why can’t I?" Huo Shaojun’s conclusion left Jian Liangtong dumbfounded.

In Huo the King’s eyes.

To all single young women without a boyfriend or husband, he could kiss and hug them as he pleased, and they couldn’t object...

"I haven’t read much; don’t try to fool me!" Jian Liangtong covered her forehead, truly brought down by his twisted logic.

Huo Shaojun watched Jian Liangtong’s helpless expression, his eyes flaring slightly, about to kiss her again.

Quick to react this time, Jian Liangtong hurriedly covered his mouth with her hand, both angry and embarrassed, "Huo Shaojun, no way!"

Huo Shaojun frowned, staring at her.

Jian Liangtong sighed deeply twice and reasoned with him, "I don’t know what you’ve been through to give you such a bizarre perception. But in my understanding, a kiss between a man and a woman should only happen naturally between couples or mutually attracted individuals. Not like this, between you and me. Do you understand?"

Jian Liangtong looked at him expectantly.

Huo Shaojun glanced down at the hand she placed on his lips.

Jian Liangtong was startled, withdrawing her hand with a flushed face.

Huo Shaojun pressed his lips, "You mean that apart from your boyfriend, husband, or someone you like, you can’t accept kisses from others?"

"Of course," Jian Liangtong affirmed.

Huo Shaojun stared at her, continuing to ask, "So, if you’re kissed or hugged by someone you don’t like, you would push them away or struggle?"

Jian Liangtong looked at his serious face, thinking it was because of her reasoning that he had understood, and nodded positively, "That’s right."

But unexpectedly, as soon as Jian Liangtong finished speaking, she suddenly felt a weight lifted off her body.

Jian Liangtong was startled, and looked in surprise at the man who had just gotten off the bed and was now standing by the bedside, looking down at her coldly.

Her heart grew cold, Jian Liangtong sat up in confusion, looking at him blankly.

Huo Shaojun’s face was cold and stern, his eyes cold to the extreme, "Do you believe in love?"

Jian Liangtong felt a chill down to her bones, and purely out of instinct she nodded.

Love, she believed in it.

Because she grew up surrounded by love.

Her parents, her grandparents, even her maternal grandparents, all loved each other deeply.

Jian Liangtong’s current attitude towards marriage and love was partly because of this.

She hoped there would be love in her marriage, like her parents and grandparents, holding hands and growing old together.

So, from the bottom of her heart, she rejected He Xinyun’s arranged blind dates for her, forcing her to marry someone she was unfamiliar with and felt nothing for.

She also rejected Huo Shaojun’s proposal for a contractual marriage, because it went against her true feelings.

She didn’t think there was anything wrong with believing in love and holding a sacred view of marriage.

But why did that man’s expression and gaze show such deep disdain and contempt for her beliefs?

As if having such thoughts made her a joke!

Jian Liangtong frowned slightly, and that overwhelming sense of helplessness rushed over her again.

Huo Shaojun leaned down, pinched Jian Liangtong’s delicate chin with his long fingers, and stared at her with shadowed, chilling eyes, "You don’t deserve it!"

"..." Jian Liangtong shook all over, her heart already in turmoil because of his words, her eyes misting up as she looked at him, her almond eyes filled with deep shock and disbelief.

Because at that moment, she saw a raw, unmasked, and intense hatred in his eyes!

He hated her!

Why?

"I..."

As soon as Jian Liangtong spoke, Huo Shaojun violently released her chin and turned to leave.

"Why?" Jian Liangtong murmured hoarsely at his retreating figure.

The sound of the door slamming shut was like a thunderclap smashing into Jian Liangtong’s mind.

Suddenly, Jian Liangtong hugged her head, her body slumping against the bed, trembling and curling up.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were filled with scarlet liquid, as if enduring immense pain, fiercely pressing her forehead against the bed.

Jian Liangtong slightly parted her lips, and the veins on her thin neck crawled like little snakes.

Wen Sirou returned to her hotel room after work to find Jian Liangtong convulsing and curled up at the head of the bed.

Startled, Wen Sirou swiftly approached and helped Jian Liangtong up, holding her tightly, a forcefulness that sharply contrasted with her delicate appearance.

"It hurts." Jian Liangtong murmured, pressing her forehead against Wen Sirou’s shoulder.

Wen Sirou calmed herself, and gently stroked Jian Liangtong’s hair, "Tong, don’t be afraid, I’ll take you to the hospital right away."

Jian Liangtong shook her head, "No, no hospital."

In summer, Wen Sirou wore only a thin white T-shirt. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The scorching liquid seeped through the fabric, searing into Wen Sirou’s skin like a match.

Wen Sirou’s throat tightened in acute pain, holding Jian Liangtong even tighter, her eyes reddening, "If we don’t go to the hospital, you’ll hurt."

"Mmm... Little brother." Jian Liangtong suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around Wen Sirou’s neck, her violently trembling lips close to Wen Sirou’s ear, crying and calling.

Wen Sirou’s back stiffened slightly.

"Why?" Jian Liangtong held on tighter and tighter, desperately questioning near Wen Sirou’s ear, "Why not believe me, why not believe me, why not save our child..."

Wen Sirou’s hand on Jian Liangtong’s back paused, listening to her agonized and helplessly hoarse voice.

"I’m not dirty, I’m not dirty... Little brother, I’m not dirty, hug me, hug me..."

She was so pained, so helpless, yet held onto her so tightly.

Wen Sirou closed her eyes, holding her tight, "It’s okay, Tong, it’s okay."

Jian Liangtong sobbed in her ear, like a severely wounded child, frail and pitiable.

Wen Sirou lowered her head to see Jian Liangtong’s tear-streaked face, a fleeting, unreadable flash crossing her eyes.

By the time Jian Liangtong cried herself to sleep, it was already daylight.

Wen Sirou gently laid Jian Liangtong on the bed, carefully covered her with a light blanket, brushed her smooth hand against her forehead, and seeing no sign of fever, withdrew her hand and went to the bathroom.

Coming out of the bathroom, Wen Sirou had a damp towel in hand, sat by the bed, and applied it to Jian Liangtong’s swollen eyes.

After applying it a few times, guessing her eyes would be less uncomfortable when she woke up, Wen Sirou put the towel down, got up, and left the room.

Wen Sirou, carrying the food her assistant bought back, walked to Jian Liangtong’s door, just in time to see Bai Qiao coming out, and both paused for a moment.

Wen Sirou smiled at Bai Qiao first, "Tong, are you awake?"